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Too thin to fall pregnant?

By LAURA TWIGGS

Low weight is a surprisingly common factor in a woman's failure to conceive. Laura Twiggs speaks to one woman who overcame her eating disorder and, in the process, finally conceived.


History of anorexia


Minique Gutschow, a Cape Town-based 31-year-old project manager, is 12 and a half weeks pregnant after battling to conceive for more than three years.

After gaining six kilos, undergoing IVF and recovering from a miscarriage, she and her husband, Dieter, are awaiting the arrival of their first baby.

Dieter and I decided to start trying to have a baby in November 2003. We'd been married for five years and it was part of our plan. We'd travelled overseas, both completed a masters degree and we both felt the time was right. I consulted my gynaecologist, who said I should go off the pill and see whether my cycle returned to normal. I have a history of irregular, light and sometimes non-existent periods. For three months we waited, expecting signs that I was pregnant, but nothing happened. So, at each cycle, I went for sonar and my gynae found that I was not ovulating. By September 2004 I still was not pregnant and we were referred to the fertility clinic at Cape Town's Vincent Pallotti Hospital.

I was told that one of the factors contributing towards my inability to fall pregnant was that my body mass index (BMI) was too low. I was encouraged try to gain some weight. I have always been very slim and tall. I am a perfectionist and when stressed I forget to eat. I have also always been active and athletic. I started running competitively at the age of six, with my father as my trainer. I worked hard and I loved it. I saw healthy eating as part of the discipline. I did well as a sprinter and managing my diet became second nature to me. I realise now that there was a period of time when I became unhealthily thin. I injured my knees when I was 17 and was told I could no longer run. It caused me both emotional and physical pain. It was my love and I’d nurtured girlish dreams of running professionally. I never felt as alive as when I was running. Losing it created a void in my life.

I started to eat less and less but I still had a positive body image. I just didn’t feel like eating. I certainly wasn’t “stopping myself from eating”. But people began to comment on how thin I was becoming. I remember overhearing someone asking my mother if I was anorexic. I had never even heard the word. When I look back now I can remember the moment when it dawned on me that not eating gave me back the sense of power I’d lost when I had to stop running. Eating was something I could control. It didn’t present itself as a choice; it happened very gradually, over time. But when I made this connection, I realised that I had a problem. I’d become so thin that I had no energy and I was shivering all the time. My body was shutting down.

I didn't realise that I’d been slowly killing myself. For two years I was in and out of hospitals and clinics. And from the very first week I was admitted, I had the desire to get well, to regain my old strength and live a full life. It took about two years to normalise, but I recovered and regained a healthy relationship with food and my body.


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