As I lay in bed typing up this post, I have tears running down my face. More families than I ever realized struggle with loss and fertility issues. From the time I was 18, my first “lady doctor appointment”, I was told I could “possibly have issues when I started trying to conceive, but we can give you a pill”. Well, at 18 that was the least of my worries. To be honest, I didn’t think much about it at all. I didn’t think about fertility issues, or that it would be me dealing with them later on. I thought a “pill” would fix, whatever they seemed to think was the problem.
You can refer back to this post to get a more detailed version of the beginning of our journey. From June 2018 until our loss in September of 2019. We went through with our appointment with the fertility specialist (if you are in the East TN area, and need a recommendation, message me. I can’t sing the praises of our doctor enough). To my surprise, he immediately said he didn’t think I had PCOS, which is what I had been told I had since I was 18. He was pretty certain I had endometriosis, but didn’t know how mild or severe it was. We had the normal blood work and tests done when starting out at a fertility specialist. When they all came back at the end of February, he suggested I go ahead and schedule the laparoscopic procedure. He left the decision up to Tyler and I, but ultimately suggested to go ahead because that would be the only way we could get true answers for endo. We scheduled the surgery for the next available date that would fit my “cycle”, March 20, 2020. My pre-op appointment was set for 8:30 am March 16.
Now, if you all know me- you know I can’t just let things go. I woke up on Friday March 13 and took a test. It was one of those really cheap ones. You know, the ones you buy a box of 50 of on Amazon that looks like a piece of paper? It was negative. TO THIS DAY, I have NO idea why I did what I did next. I went and pulled out a First Response test. I’m not kidding, I have no idea why I took that test, but low and behold 2 pink lines. I ran and woke Tyler up, he was pretty confused, and I don’t think he believed me until I showed him the test. We got ready for work, and I asked him to stop by Walgreens on our way in. That’s when we brought out the big guns. We bought the ClearBlue digital (those things can get pricey). Took the test at work, low and behold, up popped POSITIVE across that screen. I have never been so happy/scared in my life.
I called the specialist office crying and told them the news. They wanted me to keep my pre-op appointment on that upcoming Monday so they could do more testing. So we went in Monday and they confirmed we were pregnant! To say that was one of the happiest days of my life is an understatement. She was literally a miracle because the likelihood of conceiving without that procedure was very low. However, God knew exactly what he was doing. Our little Bacon Bit was on the way!
I could write a book about our story, so this is part one. stay tuned for how our pregnancy went.
