In­fer­tile... then I had 5!

Jamie Scott, 34, went from be­ing a mum-of-two to seven overnight!

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I’d had an ul­tra­sound and I was so ex­cited I pulled my sons out of school. ‘Guess how many ba­bies are in my belly,’ I said.

‘I’m guess­ing triplets,’ Shay­den, 12, said.

‘I’m hop­ing twins,’ Lan­don, seven, grinned.

‘It’s higher than twins,’ I laughed.

‘Quads?’ Lan­don said. ‘Quints?’ Shay­den gasped. ‘Yes, five ba­bies!’ I beamed. Both boys’ mouths gaped open in dis­be­lief. They were al­most as shocked as my hus­band Skyler, 36, and I had been at our seven-week scan!

Amaz­ingly, all five had a strong heart­beat.

The truly in­cred­i­ble part though was that I was even preg­nant.

For five years, Skyler and I had longed to give our boys a sib­ling. We’d been strug­gling due to me hav­ing poly­cys­tic ovary syn­drome, so I’d started tak­ing fer­til­ity med­i­ca­tion.

Then we’d tried in­trauter­ine in­sem­i­na­tion, which hadn’t worked.

Now, our sec­ond at­tempt had – and then some!

The odds of con­ceiv­ing quin­tu­plets were 0.003 per cent – that’s around a one in 55 mil­lion chance.

It wasn’t long be­fore I could feel the ba­bies wrig­gling around in­side me.

By 18 weeks, I looked nine months preg­nant and my bump was so heavy it was dif­fi­cult to walk.

When we went to find out the sex, I held my breath.

‘A boy… a girl… a girl… an­other girl… and a boy,’ the sono­g­ra­pher said.

We’d wanted Shay­den and Lan­don to have a sis­ter – now they were get­ting three!

The most dif­fi­cult task was think­ing up five names. Find­ing one we agreed on was hard enough!

Thank­fully, I didn’t suf­fer much with sick­ness, but I ended up wheel­chair-bound be­cause of ex­haus­tion, and I was hun­gry all the time.

To feed five ex­tra mouths, doc­tors wanted me to eat 4000 calo­ries a day.

At 162cms, I had al­ways been petite so it was quite a strug­gle.

It was also dif­fi­cult to sleep. When one baby moved, they all did.

‘It’s like a party in there!’ I said.

The plan was to de­liver the ba­bies by C-sec­tion at 33 weeks.

The odds of quin­tu­plets were one in 55 mil­lion

But at 21 and a half, there was bad news. The wa­ters had bro­ken on our boy clos­est to the cervix – he had half the amount of fluid as the other ba­bies. And it meant labour was start­ing.

‘Do we have any hope of sav­ing this preg­nancy?’ I asked the doc­tors.

‘I’m sorry but no,’ one replied. ‘You’re go­ing to lose all of the ba­bies to­day.’

Skyler and I both broke down. I could still feel the ba­bies kick­ing.

‘I want to en­joy this last mo­ment with them,’ I said.

Then some­thing in­cred­i­ble hap­pened. Labour stopped and the mem­brane healed.

Our spe­cial­ist couldn’t be­lieve it.

From then on, I was kept in hos­pi­tal. And, last March, at 29 weeks, my con­trac­tions started.

Skyler kissed me be­fore I was wheeled into the­atre with a team of 30 medics, con­sist­ing of a team for each baby and a team for me.

I was given a gen­eral anaes­thetic and then ev­ery­thing went black…

When I came around, Skyler was smil­ing.

‘We have five per­fect ba­bies,’ he said. ‘Tiny but per­fect.’

I burst into tears. We’d done it!

In the NICU, I met my mir­a­cle quin­tu­plets, all in their own in­cu­ba­tors. There was Vi­o­let, Daisy, Lo­gan, Lin­coln and Lily. Each weighed around one kilo.

My heart was full as I gazed at them, tak­ing in 50 tiny fingers and 50 tiny toes.

‘They’re more beau­ti­ful than I ever thought they would be,’ Skyler said.

While I re­cov­ered, I ex­pressed milk for the ba­bies and topped them up with donor milk and for­mula.

When Shay­den and Lan­don came to visit I’d never seen them so happy.

‘They’re so small!’ Shay­den said.

Over the com­ing days, our ba­bies thrived. And soon we held them for the first time.

One by one, the ba­bies came off air sup­port and steadily gained weight.

First Vi­o­let and Daisy were al­lowed home, fol­lowed by Lo­gan, and days later, Lily and Lin­coln.

It felt so spe­cial to have all five ba­bies out of hos­pi­tal in time for their due date. It was also com­pletely sur­real to be a mum-of-seven!

At home, I drew up a chart for each baby and started get­ting them into a rou­tine.

As chal­leng­ing as it was, know­ing they would al­ways have a friend – or four! – was in­cred­i­ble.

Now the quints are nine months old. It’s chaotic, but our love for them is just some­thing else.

The ba­bies all have their own per­son­al­ity.

And they’re re­ally chunk­ing up!

It’s hard to be­lieve that I’d strug­gled to con­ceive.

With nine of us un­der one roof there’s moun­tains of wash­ing and we reckon we’ll get through 35,000 nap­pies be­fore the quints are potty-trained.

Skyler and I have agreed we’ll be tired for the next 18 years, and we are hugely out­num­bered by our kids, but we’re ready for the mad­ness.

Bring it on!

It was hard to be­lieve there were five ba­bies in there!

Shay­den, me, Lan­don and Skyler hold­ing our five ba­bies

Lastly, Lily Jane Vi­o­let Rose was first out Sec­ond was Daisy Kate Lo­gan Matthew was thirdwas FourthAlan Lin­coln

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