It all started in 2017 when we decided to have a baby.........
After a year of unsuccessful attempts, I went to the GP every month asking her to send me for tests because that's the law here in England (1 year of trying and if nothing happens, then they send you for tests and you might be lucky enough to be sent for IVF if you have a problem, of course). I was sent for a thorough gynaecological examination and 3 weeks later the GP called me to go and discuss the results. She then informed me that I had 2 uteruses and 2 cervixes. I felt like Quasimodo - awful. I thought that I had misunderstood something and had got "lost in translation" and didn't understand, but alas-no, she hastily drew me a picture of what everything looked like. I was scared and in the quickest way, with a lot of pain and connections I booked an appointment with the "best" geneticist in Plovdiv.
The initial examination did not confirm what my GP in England said. He said I had a polyp and when he removed it all would be fine. I then asked for a second examination asking him to examine me carefully and confirm or deny the claim of 2 uteruses and 2 cervixes. After the 2nd examination, he confirmed and apologized for the quick and inconsiderate examination. Everything was arranged for the so called "quick procedure" to remove the polyp in the right uterus, which was to take place mid June 2018. On the 1st of June I was called by my GP to say she was going to send me for blood tests, at which point I mentioned I was 1 day late and she said I was pregnant, to which I naturally laughed and said there was no way that could be true at 1 day late and without any tests. (At the time I was still under the emotions of being married on the 26th of May 2018). She sent me for blood tests and 2 weeks later called with the good news that I was pregnant and then the nightmare began.
I called in the quickest way to say I was cancelling the hysteroscopy because I was pregnant, at which point I was called back to Bulgaria to have this doctor confirm as well. I had the most horrible experience at my check up with him - he told me I was imagining things and that I wasn't pregnant. He ran the CXG and the result was 3927, at which point he agreed that I was pregnant and started a rough examination with the sonographer 5 whole times, the 5th time he called his colleague who said he could see a foetus. The doctor , who was monitoring me wrote me a prescription and said, "here, buy the injection, come let us put it in you, then we will do the hysteroscopy and everything will be fine, you can have children. I got up and left, I was so scared and stressed I cried all day and the result was a washout. After 48 hours the hcg started to drop.
I sought advice from many doctors in Bulgaria, but all answers were evasive. This was followed by long attempts by the doctors in London to explain to me that there was nothing wrong with me and that I should keep trying, they wanted to close my case and not deal with me anymore. In November 2019 I found myself pregnant again and then the nightmare repeated itself. It turned out that I had an ectopic pregnancy. Days later, I was on the verge of death when the doctors were wondering whether to remove one tube or not. The pain started which the morphine they gave me didn't help. My blood dropped to 60 over 40 and I bled a lot, at which point I passed out. What I remember from that scary night is that they wouldn't let me close my eyes for a second because they were afraid I wouldn't wake up. Thank God, everything went safely and they didn't operate on me. After that time, the fear that it could happen again came over me.
I was on the verge of giving up the dream of becoming a mother until an acquaintance put me in touch with her friend, who in turn put me in touch with our angel, our beautiful fairy Star.
Then the Kovid pandemic began. We were imprisoned in England and all we could do, again thanks to Stars, was to explain our case to Dr. Umuth of Memorial. After talking to Stars and Dr. Umuth, hope returned. Stars never for a second let me give up, for which I am terribly grateful. At the end of 2020, we had another video call with Dr. Umuth, but we didn't get a chance to travel because of the travel ban. In anticipation of Kovid's passing and the hope of a trip soon in April 2021, I found myself pregnant again and a month later lost my much anticipated baby again.
At the end of the year, the borders were opened and we finally met "face to face" with Prof. Kahraman at Memorial Hospital. I would like to mention here that our trip and stay was magical, thanks to Zvezdi who had arranged the welcome and transport to and from the hotel, and of course the recommended hotel 😘. And so began the journey to making our dream come true. We did all the tests went through hystero and laparoscopy to confirm the diagnosis and our trials began. Unfortunately, the result of the first attempt was bad and naturally there was no transfer. I was on the verge of giving up, but after another optimistic talk and the instillation of faith by Stars, we decided to try again and so in June 2022 our hope began anew.
Thanks to the guidance of the doctors and the faith and hope we had and that was instilled in us by the Stars in July 2022 we received the good news. After 9 months filled with happy moments and worries from incompetent doctors saying there was a problem with our baby, we expected to hug our much awaited and longed for dream in mid March, but again we were surprised because there were minor complications , which necessitated changing the date for the section. So instead of March 8th, our little hero was born on March 1st, 2023. A dream come true, thanks to the wonderful angel Stars. Our dream wouldn't have been a reality if it wasn't for you- Zvezdi. Thank you for being there, thank you for not letting me despair for a moment, thank you for your constant support, THANK YOU 💖💖💖.
With lots of love, Mama Kamelia
