It all started...
On Jon and I's first wedding anniversary we decided to start trying to get pregnant with our first baby! I remember being so excited to finally start the next chapter in our lives and start a family!
The first month and nothing.
Month two...still nothing.
Now, I knew it would be too good to be true to get pregnant the first month of trying... But then month three, four, and five went by. I was frustrated.
And then it happened! It took eight months, but I was finally expecting! Our first baby!
We were so excited!
I was already getting cravings and noticing little changes.
I was about 6 or 7 weeks along... It took almost a week for the doctor to confirm that we lost the baby.
We were devastated.
I...was devastated.
Nothing could have prepared me mentally and physically for what I was going through and what I was about to go through because of this.
I was a mess. I went through a lowest low in my life. A depression that I didn't know how I was going to get out of.
After about three months- the recommended time to wait- we started trying again. I felt good about trying again, but I wasn't exactly emotionally over my miscarriage yet.
Over a year later and we were still trying...no baby.
I saw a specialist to hopefully get some answers. At one point I was diagnosed with a case of PCOS. But they said I should still be able to get pregnant.
I even had the specialist say that I'll never get pregnant... I believe the word he used was that I was "infertile".
But no one could give me a real answer as to why I wasn't getting pregnant.
After a couple more months of nothing...I went back to my regular obgyn and asked if there was anything else I could try before giving up. She recommended Clomid... I was on my second month of taking it and BAM, I got a positive pregnancy test!
I was in disbelief...I mean, I was just told a couple months before that I may never get pregnant.
I remember so vividly what happened when I got that positive... Just to be sure I took a second test. Another positive. Jon was working late that day. So, What else do you do? Call your best friend! So, I called my friend Ang. She wasn't busy so I ended up going over to hang out. This might be gross, but I took my tests and showed her. I asked her if I was reading them right lol! (She already had 2 or 3 kids at the time) She confirmed that I was in fact reading them correctly!
So when it came time to tell Jon...I was actually a little nervous. What if I lost this one too? I didn't want to raise his hopes only for them to be dropped again.
We were sitting on the couch watching tv... Now if you know Jon, you know that he is a very technical person. He's very into computers and phones and all things techie...So how else is the perfect way to tell him? Through technology! ...and you may not agree with this way of me telling him, but it was perfect for us...I sent him a text! A simple one that said "your gonna be a daddy!"
When he got this text...I will never forget his reaction. He looked at me with a huge smile and said "Are you serious?" I smiled and shook my head yes, and then of course we hugged and I may have cried a little.
This time we waited the recommended 12 weeks to announce it.
The pregnancy was fairly by the book...I had morning sickness, in the morning, for only the first 12 weeks. I craved steak and that actually helped with the morning sickness. I also craved pink lemonade. It felt like it took forever for me to start showing. I felt like I waited so long for this that I just wanted to show so i could see that our baby was still growing.
At the 18 week ultrasound we found out we were having a girl!
We also found out that she had a 2 vessel cord. We didn't really know what all this meant at the time... Most babies have a 3 vessel umbilical cord, but our baby only had 2 vessels in her umbilical cord. We found out that meant that she wasn't going to get as much food and nutrients as a baby with a 3 vessel cord. So she would be on the small side.
I got more ultrasounds than normal to make sure she was getting enough food and nutrients and growing ok.
About 20 weeks pregnant my husband lost his job. We were scared and unsure what was going to happen. Since we lost our insurance, I had to find a different doctor. Fortunately, we were able to get medicaid. I ended up getting an awesome doctor. Who I actually liked better! We also moved in with my parents.
My due date was November 27, 2009... She was induced 10 days overdue. She was born Dec. 7, 2009! Healthy!
(We first started trying to get pregnant Sept. of 2006. It took more then 2 1/2 years for us to have our first baby)
She weighed in at 6 pounds 1 ounce. 19 inches long. We named her Emma.
Now Emma is a happy, healthy 5 year old!
And I wouldn't trade our experience for anything. God knew what he was doing the whole time. Emma is an awesome big sister!
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