When we hooked up many, many moons ago, I made it very clear that I was not the marrying type, and that I never wanted children. Not just with him, but with anyone. Hah! Little did I know what the future held in store for us. Eleven years later we ended up tying the knot. And five years after that we became parents. The latter being totally unplanned, completely unexpected, and quite frankly the biggest shock of our lives.
But probably the most bizarre part of it all was the truly microscopic window in which Goran was conceived. A SIX WEEK PERIOD between me coming off the Pill (which I had been taking religiously for the past 21 years), and trying to find the time to make an appointment to go and have my tubes tied.
I finished my last packet of Mirelle in mid-April, while we were on holiday with my folks in the Kruger, and he was conceived on 6th June. Below is the screen shot of a conversation about tubal ligation I had with a few other women on our mutual mate Ally's Facebook wall on 8th July - not in my wildest dreams imagining I already had a teeny tiny human growing inside. It would be another few weeks before I found out I was preggers, on my brother's birthday, 26th July.
Moral of the story: Don't EVER let anyone tell you that it usually takes anything from a couple of months to a couple of years to fall pregnant after coming off the Pill, and that the older you get the longer it takes. With me it was a matter of WEEKS. And I was almost 35.
Now as honoured as I feel to have been blessed by the gift of this miracle baby, whom I honestly love more than life itself, in my heart I know I don't want any more children. So on Wednesday last week I went to the Marie Stopes Clinic in Sandton for a compulsory consultation before making the appointment to have my tubes tied. But unfortunately the experience didn't meet the brand's reputation or my expectations.
Without going into specifics, there were several aspects (relating to hygiene and professionalism mainly) that didn't sit well with me and made me rather uncomfortable, actually. Furthermore, after reading through the Female Sterilisation Aftercare pamphlet they gave me to take home, I realised that I am simply not in a position to "avoid any heavy lifting...for at least two weeks". Already tipping the scales at a hefty 10kg, Goran requires a LOT of picking up and lugging around in his everyday life.
So not only have I had to postpone the op for the time being - until my circumstances are more conducive to the kind of recovery set-up required, but I've also decided to rather go see my gynae at Netcare Olivedale Hospital about having the procedure done there. The same place where I had my emergency Caesar in December. No doubt it's going to be more expensive (being a private healthcare facility as opposed to a government-approved one), but at least I'm happy with their high standards of hygiene and know what kind of professional service to expect. Medical aid may even be willing to come to the party in terms of partial cover, although that is something I still need to look into.
Until then Lee is simply going to have to eat sweets with their wrappers still on. Bottom line: we CANNOT afford another oops.
Six months old today, gnawing on a stick of droëwors. I swear this already killer cute kid just gets lovelier by the day.