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    11 Times a Baby
    11 Times a Baby
    11 Times a Baby
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    11 Times a Baby

    By Emma Nicholas-Pugh

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    At the age of 38 and recently married, Emma Nicholas-Pugh embarked on her first journey into IVF. Feeling positive and full of hope, she started a long process of Specialist visits, rituals, and injections that completely took over her newly married life. The book bares the truths of the whole experience, the excitement followed by the disappointments, the tolls on relationships and friendships and the absolutely shattering sadness during the journey. 11 times a baby is a book that discusses every treatment cycle and what decisions and conclusions were made, and our perceptions of the chances of conceiving through the IVF clinics that were just not reality. To conclude it discusses the use of donor egg and how love and dreams can become a reality. I hope you will get some deeply insightful information from this book and feel some peace after reading my story.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLulu Publishing Services
    Release dateMay 18, 2018
    ISBN9781483477541
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      11 Times a Baby - Emma Nicholas-Pugh

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      CHAPTER 1

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      HOW IT ALL BEGAN

      W ELL HOW DID it all begin?

      My longing to be a mother came early on in my life. Having such a deep admiration and love towards my own mother, I knew one day I wanted to be able to share these feelings and have a similar relationship with my own child. My mother is my rock; she always has been, even before the day my father walked out… (Well when my mum told him to leave). And even though I was only seven years old, I remember still feeling shamed and hurt inside.

      How would I describe my father? I remember my father as very funny, always joking around, and someone who did not take life too seriously. He is of Greek descent, and Greek men are known for being ladies’ men. Apparently, the women used to flock around him, probably because he was a handsome man who was a laugh a minute and never really grew up. As it happened, my father had met another woman, and not just any woman, but a younger woman. He met her when he was gigging at a local club as a deejay; a job that found him constantly surrounded by women.

      I remember the shame going into school on the following Monday and having to tell my friends that my dad had left. I remember being the first person in the school to have divorced parents, as this was in the late 1970s. Eventually, and slowly but surely, all my friends’ parents’ marriages did break up, as it just became the norm of society. But at the time I was put onto special school dinners (for poorer families) as Mum was now on her own and looking after two children so times were hard.

      Dad, as he was still quite young and naive, was now too busy entertaining his new lady friend, and it seemed he never really wanted to take responsibility for his children. My mum was very proud and wanted our lives to remain as normal as possible. Not once did I ever feel that I was any different from the other kids, in fact mum always ensured that we were always smart, presentable and immaculately dressed. My mum was strong for us, and worked herself so hard as a civil servant that we soon came off the school dinners once she managed to support us on her one wage.

      My mum always made sure that childhood milestones like birthdays and Christmastime were extra special. Every birthday she would ensure that we had a party where she made cakes, invited our friends over, took photos and held fun games. We were so lucky as she made everything so perfect, and strangely at the time, I don’t recall thinking ‘why isn’t my dad here?’ We had accepted that he was just not around anymore. Looking back, I think that even when my father was living with us, he was always out working in the evening, so it did not seem to be any different once he was gone.

      And Christmas time was always a delight as well. I was always amazed with how many presents I received. Even my older brother, who at a young age had a thing for designer clothes (don’t know who he got that from) received the latest fashion items as well as something for his computer. Looking back, we were actually quite spoilt, and I often think to this day of how my mum must have saved all year and gone without to make our Christmas so special.

      The only thing I can remember when my mum was working was that I was a latch-key child. During the school holidays while my mum was out at work, my brother and I would be at home. As this was the late 1970s, and we lived on an estate where we knew everybody, our house had a constant stream of visitors keeping a close eye on us for Mum. There was so much community spirit in those days and everybody would look out for each other. Even though I was out most of the time roller-skating or exploring the countryside with my friends, Mum knew she never had to worry about me being lonely as I was such a sociable child and had wonderful friends.

      In the holidays we used to help our mothers out and clean each other’s houses. Time at home together was so precious, and I remember Mum being grateful when she has been working all day and looking after two children on her own, that she could come home to a clean house. She found it to be an absolute blessing, but it was something I wanted to do to show her how much I appreciated her.

      Even in later years, we never seen much of our father. Sometimes

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