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ParentsOctober 22, 2016

Rock-A-Bye my balls: Why having a vasectomy made me truly appreciate The Wiggles

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After reading the story of stay-at-home dad Cameron Leckey’s epic journey to get a vasectomy, you’ll never look at the be-skivvied quartet the same way again. We promise.

I love the Wiggles. Whether it’s the original Wiggly quartet with their big red car and their ‘middle aged white man’ choreography, or Wiggles 2.0 and their more socially acceptable gender balance, inter-wiggly romances and professionally trained dancing, I love them all.

I must confess though, that the reasons for my love are not entirely pure. Most of their songs are irritating at best, and they’ve got a fabulous way of getting stuck in your head for days on end. If I had a dollar for every full day that I’ve spent humming “fruit salad – yummy yummy” or “hot potato hot potato” I’d be almost as rich as the Wiggles themselves.

No, the reason that I love them is that they are the best and often only means of distracting our children long enough to actually get some shit done. That’s right, I freely and wholeheartedly admit that sometimes I use television to distract our children. Judge away judgey judgicus.

Cameron Leckey and his kids.
Cameron Leckey with his daughter Alice and son Mason.

Like pretty much every kid on the planet, our kids are partial to all of the classics. Finding Nemo, The Lion King and Frozen all get some airplay from time to time, but nothing holds their attention as completely as the Wiggles. Car journeys are when they come in handy the most, but I also rely on them from time to time when I simply need a few moments to myself without a little high pitched voice repeating my name every eight seconds.

But I recently learned to truly appreciate the unique and awesome power of the Wiggles, all thanks to my vasectomy.

The procedure itself was so minor that it’s hardly worth writing about, except to say that the urologist had the decency to ensure that his hands were warm, there was sport on the television screen on the ceiling (the grown man’s equivalent of the Wiggles), and he even paid me a compliment on the spaciousness of my scrotum. He sure knew how to make a guy feel special.

Likewise the recovery process was far better than expected. I’m pleased to be able to report minimal discomfort, with no swollen purple balls or any of the other horror stories that you hear from time to time, and within a week I was fighting fit again.

The most challenging part of the entire vasectomy process, for me anyway, was the follow up fertility test. For those that aren’t familiar with this part of the process, once everything is back in working order you’re expected to fire at least 15 rounds through the barrel before it’s safe to assume that the gun isn’t loaded any more. Once you’ve reached this milestone, you then need to deliver a “sample” back to the lab to make sure that there’s no rogue swimmers still bobbing around. Seems so simple right?

The first problem: the sample has to be delivered to the lab within 45 minutes of deposit. Of course the labs don’t provide an on-site facility, so that means finding somewhere to fill the cup within 30 minutes or so of the lab (allowing for parking and a small margin of error), and then getting it to the lab. Obviously public areas are off limits unless you want to risk making the sex offender register. This really only leaves the safety of your own home, which in my case is a 25 minute drive to the lab on a good day.

Then there are the opening hours of the lab. Standard business hours only. Not the ideal time to be doing non-standard business.

But the real challenge, for me, is being a stay at home dad with a two year old daughter who doesn’t let you out of her sight for more than 20 seconds. And that’s just not enough time to get the job done – even for me.

The Wiggles, circa 2012
The Wiggles, circa 2012

So as you can see, the logistics of closing out this vasectomy process and confirming that the urologist’s skills extended beyond just a pair of warm hands and some smooth one-liners were proving to be more than a little challenging. And that’s where the Wiggles came in. With their help I was able to buy myself enough “daddy time” to sneak off and get the job done without kid #2’s well intentioned (but highly inappropriate in this instance) company.

We never got to find out who was driving the Big Red Car that day, or whether Jeff actually did wake up, because as soon as the lid was on the special cup I snatched kid #2 away from the television and we were out the door, toot toot chugga chugging off to the lab, singing “Hot Potato” all the way.

So to the Wiggles, both old and current, thank you so much for providing a constant and reliable distraction for my children. Your catchy tunes and colourful performances have once again bought me the time that I needed and for this I’m deeply appreciative.

Postscript: For the record, kid #2 and I rolled up to the reception area of the lab with minutes to spare. I had sweat dripping off my forehead from the mad dash between my illegally parked car and the lab (carrying kid #2 on one hip), and handed my precious little cup to the receptionist, along with my dignity. She took her time checking the paperwork was in order, gave the little cup a shake, and somehow, with the straightest of faces, managed to dismiss me with a polite “thanks for coming”.

Cameron is a stay-at-home dad who cares for his high-flying wife and two beautiful, but completely mad kids. He specialises in dad humour and occasional parenting wisdom on his blog, Dadding Every Day.


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ParentsOctober 21, 2016

Forever hopeful: My life in the parents-in-waiting club

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What’s it like to want to start a family but not be able to? Introducing Kat McKenzie, the author of a new Spinoff Parents column on the hopes, fears and medical practicalities of trying to be a mother. 

For years I used to read anything I could about parenting. I was so desperate to have a child. I was in all of the groups, I knew the lingo – TTC, 2WW, BFN, BFP. But I never quite felt like there was a home for the Forever Hopeful Club. The parents who want to be parents but aren’t yet through the wretched unfairness of fertility.

I want Parents-in-Waiting to feel like they have a home at The Spinoff too. And so does the beautiful Kat McKenzie. She has taken the brave step of sharing her journey and representing the Trying To Conceive community here. Her writing is stunning – gentle, considered, passionate. Thank you Kat for giving voice to this particular sadness, for sharing your hopes and dreams for a family with all of us. – Emily Writes, The Spinoff Parents editor

As long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to be a mum. All of my Barbie scenarios involved parenting, and I loved baby dolls. My mother went through a stage of painting porcelain doll faces in the early 90s and made a boy doll once that was very newborn-like, complete with a realistic amount of weight to his wee body, and he became my favourite. I used to go through all the motions of caring for him, and exasperated my older sister by also pretending to be pregnant all the time.

This maternal instinct became useful later when I became an aunt for the first time aged 16. Over the last almost 16 years I’ve loved being my young relatives’ friend and babysitter. I’ve done everything from nappies to overnights from the day they were born. I knew it surely wouldn’t be too long before I had my own children.

I met my husband when I was 24. He was tall and lanky and very, very silly. His smile lit up my world and I wanted just to be near him all of the time. It didn’t take long for it to come up that having a family was important to both of us. My heart almost burst every time I thought about having his babies. He made me laugh so hard and we spent many nights talking ’til 6:30am. He inspired me and pushed me and lifted me in so many ways and so I followed him, all the way to Scotland.

We’ve made our home there for the last seven and a half years. We bought a house and made improvements and took trips and – because we’ve both got a traditional streak – we talked about getting married first, but our kids were always next. We had them in our minds from the start and spent the last several years deciding their names and where we’d like to raise them. We’ve talked about how we’d manage it financially and dreamed about what they could look like, or what skills they might inherit. They’ve always been there.

I approached future parenthood like I approach everything – with a lot of research. I’ve always drifted to parenting blogs and sites, even before we were married. I read parenting books years before I needed to, and soaked as much in as possible from my sister. I am a preparer. I feel made for this. All we want is this.

But sadly, like around 15% of couples, it’s not up to us.

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When we started trying I subscribed to a lot of apps, blogs, and websites on conception, pregnancy, and parenting, Over the last 18 months, they’ve gone from making me hopeful and excited to filling me with anxiety and an aching sadness. Months of failing to make a baby has made me feel more and more isolated, anxious and like I’ve been left out of a club that everyone else seems able to join so easily.

We went to our GPs and then ultimately to the hospital. We obviously needed help.

I’ve never felt that welcome on standard parenting blogs. There’s a certain feeling you get from mums sometimes about how you don’t really “get it” until you are one. I feel that way about infertility too. If you haven’t struggled to get pregnant, then it’s tough to understand the pain of it. Infertility seems to exist in its own subsection of the internet. The stories most people see are about celebrities who are struggling to conceive, or tales of IVF costs and developments, but I’ve always felt like there aren’t enough places on parenting sites for those who are in-between – for those “parents in waiting”. Whether they need treatment like us, they’re still trying, or they’re on a waiting list for donor sperm or eggs, they – we – are all feeling the struggle. Forever hopeful.

So that’s why I’m here. My husband and I can’t make babies naturally. But we’re making the big move home from Scotland and will be having treatment soon in Wellington; we’re trying to remain optimistic that we still have a chance to get our family. I know how terrifying and devastating it is to be in this position and if you’re in this boat with me, I wanted The Spinoff Parents to be a place for you too.

I’ll be writing about the process and also looking back over the last 18 months of this quest for parenthood. I want you to feel welcome here, even if you’re not a parent – yet. It’s almost like we’re in the parenting waiting room. We can see the “Parents Club” through glass doors but we don’t have our cards yet. We’ll keep peeking through and waiting to be invited in.

If you’re in the waiting room with me I want you to feel less alone. If you’re not, hopefully you’ll still drop by – and maybe you’ll open the door more often to see us, or hear a new perspective.

Either way: Hi. I’m Kat.

Kat McKenzie will be writing for The Spinoff Parents about trying to have a family the unconventional way. You can find her on Twitter at @koruandthistle, and on her blog at koruandthistle.com.  When she’s not writing, Kat is a singer/songwriter, Netflix-binger, and talks to every baby and dog she sees.


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