Again…

Here I am. In a place I never wanted to be again. Popping pills and changing a pad every few hours because I’ve had to have a pregnancy surgically removed from my body.

Friday at what I thought would be an emotional but amazing day, graduation day from our RE for the first time since we began our journey in 2008, turned into my nightmare.

We carried in a large Edible Arrangement for the staff and everyone was excited to see us and our nurse even came into the lobby for a few minutes and sat with us to chat. Our appointment was at 9:30 and surprisingly sometime after 10:00am our RE actually was the one to call us back to the u/s room. He said that it had been an incredibly busy morning for the nurses so he was just going to get our u/s started. So for the first time in 9 years our RE was the only one in the room and doing an u/s for us for the first time. Almost instantly I knew something was wrong, Everything looked different and the strong movement and heartbeat I saw the week before was gone. Our RE said out loud almost immediately what he thought was the cause. A chromosome issue which felt like a slap in the face considering we used donor eggs to try and get away from this exact thing because of my Chromosome Translocation. He said it’s just something that happens, nothing that someone “passed down”. He can’t be 100% until testing is done but the fact that he said it almost immediately tells me he’s pretty confident.

I wish I could put into the words how the next 30 minutes or so went. I sobbed so loud I’m sure everyone in the office heard me, and my husband held me and I honestly think it was the only thing holding me on that table. Our RE exited the room and our nurse came in to hug me and cry with me. They then took us to his office so we could speak to him about what was next. They offered to let us leave but I didn’t want to leave without some type of answers.

I can tell he is at a loss and he says a few random medical things but ultimately he tells me that we should do a D&C because of how far along I am and the pain and waiting that could come with waiting for it to happen on it’s own. I agree because I also know with a D&C they can test our little one to find out for sure what happened.

Yesterday we had our D&C. The morning was just as surreal as this whole pregnancy has been. Feeling like this can’t be real and we can’t be going through this process again. When I went back to the OR I completely broke down. I have been on that table twice before and it gets harder every time. There was a very nice nurse who held my hand and rubbed my head. They gave me some oxygen and then told me I’d start to get sleepy. I tried fighting it, and I’m not really sure why, but eventually I faded.

When I woke up I was in so much pain. The nurse immediately gave me two pain pills but the pain kept getting worse. She started giving me medicine through my IV which started to help enough that I could get dressed and get ready to head home.

By the time we got home the medicine had fully kicked in and I slept most of the afternoon. I spend the evening sleeping and watching movies in bed with my husband. Our niece went to stay with a friend for a couple of days so we could have some time.

I have been so thankful for the out pouring of love and support from pretty much everyone we know. But honestly, I’m just angry. There is just no other words for what I am feeling right now. To get this far, to have such a healthy baby one week and then go through this. It doesn’t make any sense.

I want to write more about my emotions later but I felt for now just putting the experience down in words could help me process it just a little more.

We are hoping to have the results within the next few weeks and hoping that gives us some closure and that it’s also what our RE thinks it is because it would mean that the rest of our embryos shouldn’t be affected and it was just some random statistic that of course we found, but hopefully we won’t again.

Thank you again to everyone for the love and support.

….idk anymore 

And just like that our rainbow baby is gone…at our 10 week scan there was no heartbeat. The doctor believes just by looking at the scan that there was something wrong with the chromosomes which is hard for us to wrap our minds around considering we did donor eggs to avoid this issue. We are now preparing for a D&C sometime early next week. Thank you all for the support and love on this journey but I will probably be offline for a while. 💔 

Uncharted Waters

First and foremost, thank you. Thank you for all of the love and congratulatory comments. They truly mean the world to me. I wish I could hug you all.

My emotions have been all over the place. I have had 9 years to “practice” being an infertile. To navigate those emotions and everyone around me. This is a whole new ball game and I feel so ill prepared.

When we announced to our family the pain of years of infertility became so much more evident from their point of view. I tried to video tape some of their reactions but I probably won’t ever publish them. Some of them are so apparently cautious and hesitant that after we told people I spent a whole day in bed crying because I felt as though infertility had robbed us of another joy. That we didn’t get to see the happy crying faces that you see in most YouTube videos. Instead it was, “so it’s going good so far?”, and “This one is going to stick?”, and while those statements seem insensitive, they are valid. One of the things I battled most through infertility was not my own disappointment, but feeling like I was letting my family down. Robbing them of the joy of a grandchild, a niece or nephew, a son or daughter. So while I was so excited to tell them,  the reality of how early it was and how I could still let them down hit me like a ton of bricks.

Navigating this blog and my Instagram are also things that I am going to have to re-learn. I want to share everything, but I want to continue to be sensitive to others that are still struggling. I feel like there have been times when I’ve read that before and rolled my eyes at others so I hate being cliché and being in the same spot now…

Thank you again for your continued support and please know that I am keeping you all so very close in my thoughts and prayers…

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9 Years in the Making

We are all at different parts of our journey, and if you are not at a point where you are able to read of pregnancies, etc. please be kind to your heart and skip this post. I appreciate all of the support I have received through this blog but your well being is much more important…

So now…the post I didn’t know if I’d ever get to write.

After 9 years, 3 miscarriages, a ton of different kinds of treatments, and 2 rounds of donor egg IVF, we are happy to announce that we are expecting our miracle baby in January 2018!

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I am 9 weeks today and yesterday we got to hear the very strong heartbeat and see our little one wiggling around. To say this has been surreal is an understatement.

A huge thank you to everyone who has followed our journey and I promise to remain sensitive in my posts and keep all of those still struggling, or trying to move on, very closely in my thoughts and prayers.

I have now made the page public at the top of the blog for all POAS pictures, betas, and ultrasound photos if you want to check it out. I have also updated our Donor Egg IVF page with details about our beta hell, spotting scares, and finally wonderful ultrasounds.

Thank you again to all of those that have sent us love and support especially this past year. Continued prayers for a healthy pregnancy and my very high anxiety are appreciated.

9 Years

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9 years of insanity, laughter, a little bit of sadness and a whole lot of fun! So thankful to have this man by my side through it all. Just a month shy of 12 years since we started dating and I can’t believe the things we have endured and conquered.

To many more years…

Giving Up

In July, it will mark 9 years since we first met with our RE. In that 9 years we have done many treatments, no treatments, foster parenting, IVF, court for guardianship of our niece, and more…

We have had many people give us advice over these 9 years. “Just relax”, “Stop trying and it will happen”, “Once you have your niece it will happen”, etc. I’m sure you’ve all heard those and more.

Out of all of them, the one that probably bothers me the most is, “Don’t give up”. I know this one, like many others comes from a good place, and honestly when I see this one it is usually after a woman who has also been through infertility has a child, adopts a child, etc. They say “It’s all worth it”, and “Don’t give up on your dream, it will happen for you too”.

But here is the thing. If at any point, I decide that I no longer want to actively try to have a child, by treatments, adoption, or otherwise. That does not mean that I am giving up. Giving up makes it sound like infertility won. Like something beat me. Like I’m the one losing. But I believe that when people reach this point, where they have exhausted all their options, and they decide they no longer want to pursue this dream. It’s not giving up. I believe it’s winning. I believe it can be just as powerful as that moment you hold your child in your arms. It’s a birth of a new you. The birth of a person who is no longer burdened with shattered dreams and a broken heart. This new person still carries the scars, and some of the hurt, but they are CHOOSING to move on. Not give up.

For those that believe in God. Maybe you believe that you were destined to be a mother, that God has given you all the things to be an exceptional mother, and you just KNOW that He will give you a child one day. But what about those times, that having a child, is not in God’s plan for you? What if the things you believe were given to you to be a mother, are really for something else, and your search in motherhood is actually standing in the way of what your true calling is. I recently heard a song by MercyMe titled “Even if”. It literally took the breath out of me when I looked it up later and heard the lyrics.

“I know You’re able and I know You can
Save through the fire with Your mighty hand
But even if You don’t
My hope is You alone
I know the sorrow, and I know the hurt
Would all go away if You’d just say the word
But even if You don’t
My hope is You alone”

Think about this for a minute. This song is saying that they know God can cure all, and make miracles happen, God can make your pain and sorrow all go away, but even if He doesn’t, you will continue to believe, you will continue to be faithful.

Now, I don’t want this post to bring anyone down, or make them question what they believe God has in store for them, but I want to bring a different side of this dialect out. The side where there are women who never become a mother, they never hold the child they know was meant for them, and they never realize that dream they sacrificed everything for. I choose to believe, that this isn’t giving up. It’s moving on. It’s pursuing a new dream. It’s finding themselves all over again. And for those that believe, it’s choosing to continue to believe in God even when he didn’t give you a child.

I don’t know what I hope to gain from this post, or if it will help anyone else AT ALL. I’m not even saying you should never say, “Don’t give up” to someone. I just think that as a community, we need to remember that not everyone “gets out”, and we have to continue to support the men and women who choose to move on from this journey in their life.

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Our First Graduation

Tonight this little girl graduates 6th grade.

They said this would be the roughest year ever, as she mourned the loss of her mother, and transitioned to a new house, a new school, and a completely new town. Man were they wrong. This year has been one of the best years for all three of us. While their is pain and mourning, we have all three chosen to keep our heads high and honor her mother by living the fullest life that we know she would want us to live. She is ending the year with all A’s and B’s, a whole new group of friends, and exciting things in her future.

I could not be more proud of her. She is truly my light and everything I never knew I was missing from my life. As I have said in previous posts, I feel like the lucky one, because tonight not only will I feel my own pride, I will feel her mother’s too.

Balloons in the Clouds

I have so many things I feel like I want to say but as always feel like I don’t have the time to find the words, or maybe they just aren’t there yet.

The past few weeks have been crazy with amazing things, as well as filled with worry and uncertainty.

Our niece surprised me by painting me a portrait of our dog Ruger that passed last year with the biggest Mother’s Day card I’ve ever seen and the sweetest message written on the envelope. I spent the day watching her play and laugh and feeling like the day was peaceful and bittersweet.

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We released balloons for her Mother in Heaven and I sent a silent prayer to her and thanked her for blessing me with this amazing little girl. She truly is my light. I wish I could explain the way she has changed my life.

I faintly remember years ago, after suffering our second miscarriage my sister-in-law let our niece spend Mother’s Day with me, and we released balloons to my angel babies and the day felt just a little less empty. Who would have known all these years later we would stand there together, a child without a mother, a mother without a child, somehow both now having both sending their love to angels in Heaven that made us who we are.

We will celebrate her graduating 6th grade next Monday, and we will spend Tuesday and Wednesday out of town with the 6th grade class for a end of year trip. Just seeing the email about her graduation had me in tears.

Life continues to buzz on and between swim practice three times a week, work, and family it never slows down. I hope you all are well and as always thanks for taking time to read ❤

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MM: NIAW – Listen Up

This week is National Infertility Awareness Week. As an infertile for over 8 years, and someone who has suffered trough more tests, needle pokes, ultrasounds, and more I feel like I should be an expert at talking about infertility but I just can never find the words.

If you would like to read a more eloquent post head over to Starbucks, Peace, and the Pursuit of a Baby where she put up a very great post about statistics, resources and more.

I have documented most of our journey on this blog…even though I just recently converted it over to Word Press the posts themselves have been going for quite some time now. This blog has never made me famous, I have never had thousands of followers, and I have never been featured anywhere fancy or had anyone ask me to guest post. The majority of people I meet through this blog go on to have healthy pregnancies, babies, and some even abandon their blog and I don’t talk to them again.

Some of us are put in each other’s life for only a moment, and some of us are blessed to get long term friendships from this community. But this week and every week, I hope that everyone knows that I am here, fighting with you, and you are not alone.

For more about us and our journey feel free to check out our bio here. Please don’t hesitate to contact me if you have any questions!

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Content

Have you ever wanted to write something, needed to write something, but just weren’t sure how to. I have written a few blog posts but they all sit in drafts. I get about half way through then either lose my concentration, momentum, or it just doesn’t feel post worthy. I don’t know that this will say what I want it to either.

In July we will start our 9th year of infertility. The past year of our life has brought so many changes and I think I am still trying to process all of them.

Our niece continues to thrive and excel in everything she does. She finished her first season of swimming and is anxious to get back in the pool for a summer team. She is getting good grades in school and as I was told last week is apparently “totally one of the cool kids now, but not the snobby kind.” LOL! Life with an 11 year old.

Somewhere in between our first donor egg cycle and chemical pregnancy last year, until now, I have come to the realization that I no longer need a child. I still want one, yes, but I no longer need it. I no longer feel like my world is a teeter totter, waiting for the best, or the worst to happen.

I have this sense of peace in my life that I have never known. In the past few months I have discussed out loud for the first time with many people that I always felt like I was meant to raise someone else’s child. That in itself is a whole other blog post but from the time I was very young until even just before we got guardianship of our niece I have always felt this strong feeling that I was going to be a mother to someone who already had a mother. Now here I am…and it feels right.

I’m not sure that this blog says much of anything, but I feel like it also says everything. I’m not sure what our future holds but I am thankful that I am more comfortable living in the moment and feeling content in my own life regardless of the future.

As always I am sending love and hugs to all of you and I pray that you are getting everything you need.