I was always a happy go lucky kind of girl. I was your classic tomboy who never really dreamt of my fairytale wedding or how many kids I would have. I only got as far as to ick out a few names for my kids, like Brigette and Sophie , more out of peer pressure than daydreaming of becoming a mother.
Cooking was more my thing, and I enjoyed spending time in the kitchen with my auntie Barbara, making pancakes and other delicious delights. As I grew from child to teenager and into my early twenties, I continued to experiment creatively with local foods and flavours and enjoyed testing out my creations on friends and family. With a highly developed palate and a growing curiosity to learn more about food and different flavours from around the world, I decided to follow my passion and longing for adventure. I took the biggest step of my life and stepped onto a plane heading to the other side of the world. I was on a quest to discover and connect with those who had been there and done it before me and to explore the culinary traditions of the many countries I planned to travel through.
Life was a breeze and the environment around me alive with colour, smells, flavours and smiling faces. I worked with talented chefs and had the privilege to learn from inspiring home cooks, as I travelled and lived as an expat through numerous tropical locations. Along the way, I met someone who I had chosen to be my life partner and had never felt so alive.
The natural progression for us as a couple was to create our own little human who could join us on our continuous exploration of the world. Unfortunately, life doesn’t always work that way or give you what you want.
Amid partying, high pressured jobs and flying long haul flights to visit family at home, our continuous failed attempts of conceiving began to grate on us both.
Fast forward 5 years down the line and I had gone through several failed IVF/ICSI/egg donation attempts. We were left feeling deflated, exhausted, vulnerable and full of self-criticism: Why couldn’t we make a baby? What was wrong with us? Was it that we just weren’t compatible? What is my purpose in life, if not to be a mother? Why had I waited so long to think about starting a family, I mean, I was only 35..
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Doctors couldn’t explain why we couldn’t make a baby even though we were producing quality embryos. Unexplained infertility was our diagnosis. What’s that? Surely the human body was designed to reproduce no matter how bad your lifestyle is? I continuously compared myself to others around me and read of so many people who had abused their bodies with junk and horrendous chemicals and still, went on to have healthy babies.
Never at any time was there a discussion with the medical team to suggest that maybe our diet, lifestyle, stress management or genetics, could be having an impact on our reproductive functions. As far as they were concerned, there wasn’t much we could do about it. I refused to accept this, and although exhausted and feeling like I had come to the end of the line with my fertility journey, I felt compelled to help others and began to research alternative therapies that looked deeper into the possible root cause of infertility.
I completed a 3 ½ year study of Nutritional Science and Therapeutics. I came to learn about the body’s reliance on key nutrients that support the development of both sperm and oocyte(egg) and how modern-day stressors have a huge impact on our endocrine systems. I feel that many people experiencing infertility are not aware that there could be another avenue to explore which is quite often missed by conventional methods.
I have come to a place where I have healed my broken self and have been able to accept that my role as a mother looks different than the traditional method. Having gone through this experience myself, I have come to realize that my purpose in life lies in supporting and educating others who have walked my path, to help them to conceive through positive changes to their health and nutrition.
Had this information been available to me when I needed it, I firmly believe that the outcome might have been different.