This last year has been a complete whirlwind. After struggling for years with pregnancy loss and infertility – Lee and I finally welcomed our perfect bundle of joy into the world last October.
I promise to keep this short 🙂 ( okay shortish)
A little back information – I have PCOS ( Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome). I also have Endometriosis. My husband and I did nearly 18 months straight of fertility treatments. It was miserable. AND. IT. DIDN’T. WORK. In October of 2015 I was admitted to the hospital for what I only assumed was a ruptured ovarian cyst. It wasn’t It was a chemical pregnancy ( very early miscarriage) At that point we were done trying. We were done living our lives in 2 week time frames. October 30th 2015 I decided I was NEVER going to be a mama and donated every last baby thing in our house.
Christmas Eve – I turned 30. I cried in my closet nearly all day because here I was 30, childless, and just a complete mess of what did I do to deserve this? I had prayed so hard for a baby. So very very hard for years. I just didn’t understand why. ( Funny how things never happen in our time )
It was at this time I decided to really focus on my fitness and nutrition. I had already previously lost over 100 pounds by working out at home and getting my hind parts far away from the golden arches!
Fast forward to Feb 2016 – Still hadn’t had a period since before Christmas and decided to take a test. It was positive. It kept getting darker every day and I finally called the doctor for an appointment after nearly a week of testing at home. Doc confirmed and we were seen the following week for an early ultrasound to make sure implantation happened properly.
Ultrasound looked great and we got to hear the most precious thing ever. A heartbeat. A very strong, loud, and very much viable heartbeat. It was also the scariest sound ever. Would this baby be ok? Would I actually get to hold this baby?
We had numerous other ultrasounds and kept our lips as sealed as possible until we were past the dreaded “danger zone” –
We had a beautiful gender reveal at home and then shared some amazing photos with dear sweet friends.
We chose the name Tobias. It means the goodness of God. We felt it was a proper name for our mighty strong child. He quickly earned the nickname of Mighty Tobias. After surviving my seemingly hostile uterus, totaling an SUV, and food poisoning all before he was even due.
We had 2 beautiful baby showers to celebrate our rainbow. One here in the mountains and one in the bluegrass. Sweet friends and family showered our sweet miracle with love and we our grateful for all of his sheltering trees.
I remained pretty sick the entire pregnancy. Nausea, Heartburn, and the dreaded all day sickness. It lasted the ENTIRE pregnancy. I had to be hospitalized for fluids a few times. We also had several pre-term scares. I went into early labor right at 30 weeks and after an overnight stay, lots of fluids, a shot of something to stop contractions I was sent home to hang out in bed. That was a ton of fun- I stayed in bed most of the time and only got up to do very light yoga for the next few weeks. I stayed as active as I could and rested the rest of the time.
I stayed propped up with every possible pillow I could find. My poor husband didn’t stand a chance. Sheepie remained my faithful sidekick the entire time.
Meanwhile, I kept getting bigger, and bigger.
We finally got around to getting some pregnancy photos taken
The last several weeks were a complete blur. I got bigger, and we just played the waiting game. My due date came and went and I went in on a Sunday morning and ended up with an emergency c-section.
Our sweet bundle of joy came crashing into the world that Sunday. I’ll save the birth story for another post