Donor Conception Network - Meetings
The Things Children Say…The text of Alison Cobb’s talk to the Bristol
National meeting
My name is Alison and I am 41.
I underwent premature ovarian failure aged
17 in 1979, coincidently around the time that Louise Brown was born.
My whole life fell about me. All I had ever wanted was to get married and
have babies - suddenly in one rather dingy consulting room, that dream
had been taken from me.
I struggled, literally, through my twenties - completing my Nursing
Training, doing a bit of travelling but remaining deeply unhappy.
Eventually I was admitted to hospital for six months following a
breakdown.
All a very grim time but when I left hospital I began to feel a little
more confident about the future and got a job, coincidently at the Lister
Hospital in London where little did I know, 3 years later was going to be
the place that would enable me to fulfil my dream and have a family.
Around this time I also met Jonathan whom I married in September 1992.
He, unlike previous men in my life, accepted me for me and not for my
breeding ability. Prior to our marriage we had had a consultation with
Dr. Sam Abdulla who was in charge of reproductive medicine at The Lister
and we had joined the waiting list for egg donation.
We were incredibly lucky and underwent treatment in July 1993. Three
embryos were put back and 6 weeks later, we found I was pregnant with
twins - our miracles.
Following a difficult pregnancy (three months of which were spent in
hospital flat on my back), on the 10th March 1994 and 4 weeks early,
Octavia and Harry were born.
We couldn't believe how lucky we were, 2 healthy children and a boy and a
girl. Nine and a half years on we are still pinching ourselves!
We made a decision early on that we wanted to be completely open with the
children as to their origins and method of conception.
From when they
were very tiny and before they would have had any idea of what we meant,
we explained to them that Mummy didn't have any eggs and therefore a very
special lady had given her and Daddy some in order for them to be born.
This was all fine and they accepted their story without question until
they were about eight.
At this point we felt that, with their rapidly
growing knowledge of where we all came from we needed to expand our
"story" (it is amazing how early these things start being discussed -
They had a friend in their class with 3 older brothers who was a mine of
information for all his classmates!!)
At this stage Harry was very accepting of the whole thing and totally
unfazed by the explanation. He would much rather be kicking a rugby ball
around outside than talking about where babies come from. We felt it was
important however that we included him in any chats we had.
Octavia was a different kettle of fish entirely and started being quite
troubled by the whole thing. She was very moody and would come out with
comments such as "sometimes I think you are not my real Mummy" - hurtful
but understandable stuff. She also became very close to Daddy and was
inclined to slightly push me aside.
We agonised as to how to treat the whole situation.
I had talked to
friends with older daughters, some of whom said that they had been fairly
poisonous at around this stage so we felt it was very important to retain
a sense of proportion and not put all her behaviour down to her being
born as a result of donor eggs. One of the concepts that she found very
difficult to handle was the realisation that she wouldn't look like me.
This was not something we had mentioned to her but she had obviously
worked this one out for herself. We endlessly stressed to her however
that all her characteristics were learnt from both me and Jonathan and to
that end she was most definitely my daughter!
The crunch came when I found a letter in an envelope left on the kitchen
table with lots of writing on the front telling mummy to keep out and not
read. As this was so obviously placed for me to find, I did open it that
evening and it was full of questions about how she felt - not belonging,
different, not like her friends etc, etc. Both Jonathan and I now
realised that we needed to talk to someone about this.
I had a long chat to Octavia (not admitting to having read her note) and
asked her whether she would like to talk to someone who might be able to
help her with her "horrid feelings inside" which is how she referred to
them. She said that she couldn't really talk to me because she didn't
want to hurt me. I explained that I could quite understand how she felt
and suggested some other people, Daddy, Granny Kent, Granny Lancashire,
Aunt, Godmother etc. etc. She didnt like the idea of any of them, despite
having close relationships with them all.
Finally I suggested our GP whom
Octavia had met a couple of times when she hadn't been well. This
suggestion was jumped at but she was very adamant that she wanted to go
without me!! I had a long chat with our wonderful GP who was aware of the
situation and said she would be very happy to help. Octavia spent
20 minutes with her, on her own and with her list of worries and came out
beaming. She said that it felt like she had a bottle in her chest that
was full and that she had been unable to remove the top. Talking to the
doctor had enabled her to remove the lid and empty the bottle!! WOW All
pretty amazing stuff from a just 9 year old. She said that she felt so
much better and also, importantly, that the GP had said that she could
return at any stage if she had any other questions.
Meanwhile, we had also made an appointment to visit the Lister hospital
during the summer holidays whilst we were staying with Granny. This also
was a huge success, Harry came to this too and they both looked down
microscopes and saw eggs and sperm "getting together" as Harry aptly
described it! Sam Abdulla also saw them and we all roared with laughter
when Harry asked him why he had made Octavia (typical brotherly remark!)
and he replied that we all make mistakes!!! Octavia was also given the
opportunity to talk to Liz the counseller - which again she found very
helpful. We asked Harry if he would like to see her but he replied that
if he had any questions, which he didn't, he would ask me - couldn't see
the problem with it.!! The simplicity of boys!!!!
Both children have changed schools this term and have settled in very
well. We are incredibly proud parents. Both are very switched on
academically and also very keen on sport. As I speak here today, both are
representing their new school at rugby and netball in under 11 sides and
they are only 9!
We feel incredibly fortunate to have been given the chance to be parents to these wonderful children. I am aware that there will be major issues to deal with in the future but right now we feel we have climbed the first hurdle and still have two very happy and secure and affectionate children.


