First of all, thank you all so so much for the congratulations and sweet words about our announcement. Every one of the comments on here and on social media just made my heart happy. Thank you for celebrating with us!
And because I didn’t want you to go thinking that our life is picture perfect…
Here’s what the other 1,673 photos I snapped looked like. Oh my goodness, it was a HOT (windy) mess!!!! Probably a bit what life with 3 kids is going to be like…right?!?
And then Nash walked off the set. Can’t say I blame him!
So now you know why I’ve been off my blogging game lately, right?! Between feeling like crud, starting some new part-time work, and wanting to sleep all. the. time…my poor little blog has been a bit neglected. However, I hit the 2nd trimester mark last Saturday and I’m already feeling significantly better (hallelujah!)…so I’m *hoping* to get my life back in order the next few weeks and maybe even make a blogging comeback. That includes READING blogs! I don’t know what’s going on in anyone else’s lives right now…and that’s just not okay with me!
Okay, now on to the real details 🙂 I mentioned this baby was a miracle…and I really mean that! So let me start from the very beginning. ***Dad, Mark, and any other guys that may be reading…this is probably where you’ll want to stop. Warning: girly stuff ahead***
Chris and I have always said that three was our number. But after my crazy delivery with Nash, and the doctors literally saving my uterus (um, yeah)…I knew there was a reason for it. I knew without a doubt that we were supposed to have another baby.
After I stopped breastfeeding Nash in December, I waited another month to see if anything would happen–if you know what I mean. My problem has always been that I couldn’t cycle naturally–and therefore, never ovulated. In January I started using some essential oils that I had heard were great for regaining a cycle and balancing hormones. I thought…what the heck…it can’t hurt, right? Then 5 weeks later–an old friend showed up that I literally had not seen (without birth control) since high school. I’m not sure there’s ever been someone SO happy to start their period! I knew it didn’t mean I was magically fixed–but we were excited that it was a step in the right direction.
Last summer we planned a trip to Mexico with my entire family for July 2016…so the plan was to go, come home and wait a few months (darn Zika!), then do IVF like we had with our other two in the fall. We had used all 6 of our embryos and would have to start over with a new doctor (our specialist was in Houston)…which was NOT something I was excited about…but I knew it was part of the process that would lead us to our baby.
A few weeks after starting my cycle, we met with a new fertility specialist here in KC to discuss starting IVF in the fall. We really liked the doctor and were feeling good about the plan in place, but before we left I asked if they would mind doing an ultrasound to make sure everything looked normal. After you almost lose an organ–you start to worry about those kinds of things!! Ha! They happily obliged…and as the doctor was scanning over my ovaries, he stopped and said, “Did you say you don’t ovulate? Because it looks like you did this month.”
Hold the phone. Seriously?!?! SERIOUSLY?!?
So we left that day excited…but a little confused about our “perfect plan”. Should we try on our own after the Mexico trip? Should we even go to Mexico with all of the unknowns about Zika? Should we just pretend I’m not ovulating and stick with the IVF plan? After all, my body had never done what it was supposed to before…so why would it start now?!?
Luckily, God made that decision for us. About 10 days after our appointment, I randomly decided to take a pregnancy test. Positive. HOLY MOLY. We were ecstatic!!!
Unfortunately, we lost that baby early at around 6 weeks. It was hard…we were totally bummed…but honestly, just the fact that we were able to get pregnant on our own once gave us SO much hope. So we kept on trucking…
By this time we had already rescheduled our Mexico trip for July 2017. Yes, my whole family changed their plans for us. And yes, there were some tears from the travelers ages 9 and under. It was sad! But the good news was, it gave us the opportunity to try again immediately.
And I got pregnant again the next month. The VERY next month. It seems like crazy luck…but I know it was really God. He was and is in control of this miracle. And I think he might’ve had some help too. I’ve had an overwhelming feeling since the very beginning that my brother had a hand in all of it. I miss him so much, but in a weird way, this baby has helped me to feel connected to him. That in itself is an enormous blessing.
Since finding out the good news, we’ve had several ultrasounds and have been so thankful to see everything checking out normally. We “graduated” from the fertility specialists (which was kind of funny since we technically didn’t end up using them for anything!) and I’m now seeing my regular OB again. We met with a perinatologist who knew all about my delivery with Nash, and I feel totally comfortable with the plan she and my doctor have come up with for delivering this baby. Good news…the odds of losing your uterus twice are super low! But seriously…I know I will be in really good hands, and that they will keep me and the baby safe.
It’s now 11pm and I’m fighting to stay awake, so I’ll share more about the gender news in the next few days. Spoiler alert: Arden is OVER the moon! 😉
But before I go, I just want to say something to any of you that might be struggling with infertility right now. As excited as I’ve been to tell the world our news, I also couldn’t help but to think about how it might make you feel. I’ve been there. And it pains me to think that our joy might be something that actually hurts you because you’re wanting the same thing so desperately. I’m sorry. I don’t really know the right thing to say, but I pray that our story at least gives you hope. I never in a million years thought I would conceive a baby naturally…and yet, here we are. Just know that miracles DO happen.