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despacito :(

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Every time I have a meet I get behind on the school work and then that give me less time in order to do homework getting me even more behind drawing my grades down. I also stay up late losing sleep making me less prepared to learn the next day.

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Playing football while trying to be top in the class is pretty hard

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I have to management my time especially when you have sports before/after school.

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osrs

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i am a procrastination who get distracted and cant focus.

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I get distracted easily and i talk too much.

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in outer school stuff

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and football takes up most my time and makes me really tired during class

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i have work so it kinda sucks a bit

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I am going to be in 3 different sports this year. My practices and events will take a lot of time out of my schedule.

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I need to be better with my time management.

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I am just to lazy and I forget about homework till the last second.

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I have to watch my four younger sibling, they're 10, 7, 2, and 1, and sometimes I have to put them to bed. I also have to do almost every chore in the house and be up till one in the morning doing homework

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It brings me out of things and makes me tired during other classes.-Robbie

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I get really distracted and I dont like paying attention unless I really have to and I often get overwhelmed and not care.

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Anytime I have free time I'm always in my phone. I need to spend less time on my phone, and more time studying. If I put down my phone last year maybe I would have had better grades.

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One of my roadblocks would have to be my family because they always  leave everything for me to do so when i get how after band i still have to do all the house work  and then do my homework.

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I have to go to therapy and psychiatrist appointments, and I have to leave school early for them sometimes and it's hard to have a lot of absences and make up work.

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distractions like dogs

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hi guys so im in sports med and i always have to wake up early which means i cant stay up late and a lot of the time i have to stay after school for a while for games or pracitce and im always tired

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Denny - I have to work and I still want to enjoy a social life

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Denny - I have to work and I still want to enjoy a social life

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In order for me to not be stressful and still pull in bread from el place of work I need to have social life and also enjoy my time whether I do it playing games or talking/ hanging out with friends its still hard to enjoy life and work while focusing on my education

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Unexpected surprises

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Part 2: Unexpected Surprises

By Leah Taylor
Catch up on Part 1 of Leah's story here!
Two weeks had passed and I was eagerly awaiting my blood test results.

My nurse called with the results - a big fat negative.

What! How could this be? Wasn't this supposed to work? I did everything I was asked, I took the meds at the right time, I always took the right dose... what could possibly have gone wrong?

I spent the next few days agonising over why things didn't work. After a while though, I picked myself up and thought to myself, never mind, I'll let this one go and focus on the next.

This same exact process happened another five times.

I was starting to lose hope.

Our dream of a baby was slipping further and further away from me with each negative result and all I could do was take the time to deal with the disappointment, put it behind me and focus on the next one.

Cycle number six came along. I took the meds, I grew some eggs and I had the insemination as I had done five times before. But this time it was different. This time my blood test was a positive! I was over the moon, and it made the heartache of the last five cycles just disappear from my mind.

Heading into my seven-week scan I felt very positive.

Then I heard the scan lady say, 'I'm so sorry, your baby isn't measuring what it should at this stage, and the heartrate is only half of what it should be.' In my mind, I was still thinking positively, 'that's not so bad, it will catch up, surely'. The scan lady said, 'you will have to go back to your doctor with the results and he will discuss things with you.'

All I heard was expect miscarriage.

How did I end up here? This wasn't how things were meant to go. My baby was in there, surely it wasn't going to die. I left the doctors sobbing like I'd never sobbed before. Weeks went by and my precious little baby was still growing. My stomach was starting to look a little bloated and I thought this baby is going to prove all these doctors wrong!

Then I started bleeding. Over the coming hours I would see my little ball of baby cells expelled from my body. I was 12 weeks pregnant.

Miscarriage is an experience no women should ever have to go through and something I'll never, ever forget.

After I took some time to process losing our first baby, we were ready to jump back in and start the whole treatment again.

Cycle number seven: negative.

Going into cycle number eight I had almost lost hope. I told my husband that it was the last time I would do it. 'If it doesn't work, I'm going to move onto IVF,' I told him. At least that way it would increase our chances... surely.

I was dreading that blood test result phone call, but it came with an amazing surprise - I was pregnant! But the positive news also came with the fear of a repeat of the last time.

Thankfully, that didn't happen, and the next nine months were the most wonderful nine months of my life. I absolutely loved being pregnant. My pregnancy was quite easy, and after a four-hour labour I gave birth to a beautiful little boy. He was just amazing and I couldn't believe I had made it that far. It was so surreal. I was finally somebody's Mum!

A few minutes later I was pulled off Cloud Nine by the doctor standing over me, telling me, 'we just want to have a look at your son. His testicles don't look quite normal and we may have to take him for a scan.'

Seriously, how could this be happening? This is meant to be the best day of my life and you're telling me bad luck has decided to just rip the happiness away from under me? As they took my little baby away, all I could do was hold my breath and hope that he was going to be okay. After what felt like a life-time, my little man was back in my arms where he belonged.

And then came the news that he would need surgery. At just eight-weeks-old he had surgery, which brought a whole new level of emotions.

Today, he's a happy, healthy little five-year-old dreaming of a sibling...
Leah is the mummy to a beautiful little miracle and second baby-mama to be. Keep your eyes peeled on our blog for the next installment of Leah's journey! Part 2: Unexpected Surprises Part 3: Making A Sibling

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Part 2: Unexpected Surprises | Monash IVF

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Catch up on Part 1 of Leah's story here ! Two weeks had passed and I was eagerly awaiting my blood test results. My nurse called with the results - a big fat negative. What! How could this be? Wasn't this supposed to work?