Today officially marks five months complete of me being pregnant.
I've been feeling very humbled lately by this past months events. I've also reflected a lot on my entire pregnancy journey...
my whole life all I've wanted was to be a mom. I'm a little embarrassed to admit that I even had it all planned out when I was a teenager and recorded said plans in my journal.
I was going to be married by the time I was 21. {check} I was going to marry a doctor {negetive} and he was going to have brown hair and brown eyes {My hubby has blond hair and blue/green eyes}. We were going to first have a daughter and we would name her Summer Lily, then twin boys, and they would be called Michael Andrew and Bryan Isaac. THEN we were going to adopt a little Russian girl and give her the name of Katya. According to my 'plans' this was all going to happen by the time I was 25.
Well... year 25 came around for me and I wasn't even close to being pregnant. Shortly before I turned 25 is when I learned I would only become pregnant through IVF.
The next year was spent mentally and physically preparing myself for it.
Because of some family things, I changed jobs and started working for the business my in-laws own. I lost some weight. We financially prepared ourselves the best we could, and I spent a lot of much needed time with my husband. I took more time off that year than I had in probably the last 3 years combined and I wouldn't trade that for anything.
Looking back on the IVF process, it really wasn't that bad. But maybe I'm just having some convenient memory loss. I had to take more of the injections than the avg. person because my body wasn't cooperating at first, but then my tests started showing good numbers. I'll never forget the 3 most important dates of my IVF journey.
Oct 24th was the egg retrieval. The doctor was able to get 13 eggs from my one ovary.
Oct 27th was embryo transfer day. I was told that I had 8 viable embryos. 8! The dr. transferred 2 of them to my body and then I had to play the waiting game for almost 2 weeks.
Finally on Nov. 8th, my 26th birthday, I went it for a pregnancy test and it was confirmed that I was pregnant. It was definitely the best birthday to date.
November 23rd was my first ultrasound and the day that we received news that we were going to be having twins. I don't know if there is a person in the world that was more overjoyed than Jared and I at that moment.
Everything about my pregnancy was great from that point on. I 'graduated' early from HRC, and every test and ultrasound I had came back with great results.
When my water broke on Feb 11th I felt like my world had been turned upside down. There was no rhyme or reason for it. No explanation. Losing our son 3 days later was probably the hardest thing that I've had to endure in this life. I honestly couldn't have done it without Jared, my family, and my religion. I'm a Mormon, and my religion teaches, and I believe, that a family is forever. I know that Jared and I will be able to raise Michael in this next life. It makes me sad that I won't be able to hold him in my arms or see him grow into a young man... but I know he is in a better place. Heavenly Father is taking care of our little boy right now, and I believe they are both watching over and protecting Wyatt.
I'm told that tragedies like this can either strengthen or destroy relationships. I'm happy to say that Jared and I have never been closer.
I'm humbled by the knowledge that Wyatt is beating the odds. I'm grateful to have a dr. that has experience in high risk pregnancies. And I'm both grateful and humbled by the support that I have received from family, friends, and complete strangers.
I have had more people reach out to me and offer support than I could ever fathom. Their kind messages and words of support help me more than words can say. So thank you. Thank you for supporting me, a family member, friend and stranger, in my time of need.
The road ahead is still long and it's hard to see the end, but I know it's there.
Because of some family things, I changed jobs and started working for the business my in-laws own. I lost some weight. We financially prepared ourselves the best we could, and I spent a lot of much needed time with my husband. I took more time off that year than I had in probably the last 3 years combined and I wouldn't trade that for anything.
Looking back on the IVF process, it really wasn't that bad. But maybe I'm just having some convenient memory loss. I had to take more of the injections than the avg. person because my body wasn't cooperating at first, but then my tests started showing good numbers. I'll never forget the 3 most important dates of my IVF journey.
Oct 24th was the egg retrieval. The doctor was able to get 13 eggs from my one ovary.
Oct 27th was embryo transfer day. I was told that I had 8 viable embryos. 8! The dr. transferred 2 of them to my body and then I had to play the waiting game for almost 2 weeks.
Finally on Nov. 8th, my 26th birthday, I went it for a pregnancy test and it was confirmed that I was pregnant. It was definitely the best birthday to date.
November 23rd was my first ultrasound and the day that we received news that we were going to be having twins. I don't know if there is a person in the world that was more overjoyed than Jared and I at that moment.
Everything about my pregnancy was great from that point on. I 'graduated' early from HRC, and every test and ultrasound I had came back with great results.
When my water broke on Feb 11th I felt like my world had been turned upside down. There was no rhyme or reason for it. No explanation. Losing our son 3 days later was probably the hardest thing that I've had to endure in this life. I honestly couldn't have done it without Jared, my family, and my religion. I'm a Mormon, and my religion teaches, and I believe, that a family is forever. I know that Jared and I will be able to raise Michael in this next life. It makes me sad that I won't be able to hold him in my arms or see him grow into a young man... but I know he is in a better place. Heavenly Father is taking care of our little boy right now, and I believe they are both watching over and protecting Wyatt.
I'm told that tragedies like this can either strengthen or destroy relationships. I'm happy to say that Jared and I have never been closer.
I'm humbled by the knowledge that Wyatt is beating the odds. I'm grateful to have a dr. that has experience in high risk pregnancies. And I'm both grateful and humbled by the support that I have received from family, friends, and complete strangers.
I have had more people reach out to me and offer support than I could ever fathom. Their kind messages and words of support help me more than words can say. So thank you. Thank you for supporting me, a family member, friend and stranger, in my time of need.
The road ahead is still long and it's hard to see the end, but I know it's there.
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