Note: Extremely long and personal post but it’s something
that I feel it’s time to share not because I am looking for pity but because I am feeling brave since I'm typically a very private person. Maybe my
story will help someone else….
Allen and I have been married for a little over four years
now, which at times does NOT seem possible, where has the time gone?!?!? But at
the same time, these past four years have also been the most rewarding, challenging,
fun, and most amazing years of my life as I've learned so much about myself and
life. We have been together for a long
time beyond these years and when I was 17 years old I dreamed about the
possibility of Allen and I someday getting married and having a family. When that dream became a reality four years
ago I couldn't wait for what the future had in store for us, and like most girls, I
had a picture in my mind of where we would live, when we would have kids, what
their names would be, and so on and so forth.
But sometimes things don't go according to “our” plan… life happens. Trials
happen. Miracles happen. Heartbreak happens. Joy happens. And somewhere along the way we
have to learn to let go and open our minds and hearts to the Lord’s Plan.
After being married for a year, I had recently graduated
from College, we moved back to CA, both started working full time jobs, and bought
a house. I loved my job but knew in my
heart that there was only one full time job (other than being a wife of course)
that I wanted in my life, and that was to be a mom. It was the next step for us, to start our own
family. To have the amazing and daunting
experience of bringing a child into this world to love, care for, provide for,
to teach, to create memories with, and I was excited for that chapter of our
lives. After several months nothing was
happening. Then a year went by and then a
year and a half without any luck. As I
became successful at work promotions were offered to me and I was hesitant to accept
them because I thought that there was something more in store for me but chose
to keep myself busy with work and took on more responsibilities (which came
with more stress!). After almost two years and feeling beyond the "if it happens, great, but I'm not too worried about it stage" I decided it was time to go to the
doctor to see if there was a problem. I thought
this was going to be a good thing…. But it was the worst experience ever!! I was told I was too young to worry about not
being able to conceive and to keep myself healthy and I would be pregnant
within a year…. WHAT?! That’s it?! I of course left frustrated, angry, and defeated. So I put my head down and didn't go
back. Six months after that Allen and I
decided it was time for him to go back to school (a whole other topic on its
own!) and for that to happen we needed to make some sacrifices. So we packed up, rented out our house, I quit
my job, and we moved back to Rexburg for Allen to finish school at BYU-Idaho. When we got here last April I continued to
put off going to the doctor but being in Rexburg there were babies and pregnant
women everywhere I looked and by June I got the courage to go to see if I could
finally get some answers. I found out
that I have polycystic ovarian syndrome (PCOS).
Basically that means that I get huge cysts on my ovaries that prevent me
from ovulating during cycles (kind of an important part of conceiving!) I was confused because I had taken home
ovulation tests in the past that came back positive but my doctor said they
were most likely false positives and there was a good chance that I may have never
ovulated in my life! So that’s where my
infertility journey began…. Countess infertility remedies to induce ovulation
and after several months of being unsuccessful and having my blood drawn
monthly to test my progesterone levels, I finally got a J, I ovulated!!! WOO HOO!!!!
Most exciting day ever…but wait Allen was in CA working for the break and I was
stuck in Idaho. Boo. But I had hope, and after another month of success the
best day of my life happened… in September I had a POSITIVE PREGNANCY
TEST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Allen and I had just come
back to Idaho for the fall semester and we were beyonddddd thrilled! I couldn't
believe it, I cried and it was real. I
was going to be a mom. I was a mom. I
had the hardest time not telling the world, but knew I should wait for a
while. I was feeling kind of weird and
had constant sharp pains and cramping but read that it could be normal. I called the doctor anyways and was reassured
and told to come in if it got worse. Well
it got worse, and I started spotting. At
about five weeks (super early I know) I was at work and in tears from the pain
so I went in for an ultrasound because my doctor was afraid that I could possibly
have an ectopic pregnancy (tubal pregnancy) meaning that it was not a pregnancy
that could progress. Before going to the doctor I was terrified. I was so afraid that the best thing to happen
to me could be taken away. I called my
mom to tell her about everything and cried forever. Allen and I went
to the doctor and the ultrasound showed that there was no sign of ectopic
pregnancy but there also was so sign of the gestational sack yet. But it was early, so they told me that no
news was good news at this point and offered to have some blood work done to
make sure my HCG levels were rising but we decided just to wait and made an
appointment to come back in 2-3 weeks for another ultrasound. I went home feeling “ok” and decided that I
was going to be optimistic about the situation.
That weekend I felt pregnant, I got morning sickness and let me tell
you, I had never been so excited to throw up in my life! It was great, haha!
Then on October 1st I woke up to go to the bathroom and knew that
everything was NOT ok. I’ll spare you
from the details but my worst fears were becoming a reality and there was
nothing I could do about it. Allen had
class and I told him to go and that I was just going to lay down and hope that everything
would be fine. I spent two hours at home
alone and miscarried. It was the most
painful, lonely, heartbreaking, scary, and disappointing moments of my
life. I felt empty. I felt guilty. I was deflated. I went back to the doctor and they confirmed
the miscarriage. There were several hard
days after that but I still had hope for the future. I knew it would work again. And through all of the sadness about our loss there was still a miracle and a blessing to be recognized... I COULD get pregnant which is something that a lot of women never get to experience so I was excited about the possibilities ahead of me. After a month and a half I was ready to try
again, and my doctors gave me the go ahead.
Early in December I was too excited to wait and took a pregnancy test
early and got the slightest pink line. I
was excited, I knew it meant I was pregnant but Allen needed a darker line to believe
it J SO after a few days I
tested again and it was confirmed… I WAS PREGNANT!!!!!!!!!!! I was a mom again. The same feelings came back as the first
time, and I had thought that I would be afraid of the same outcome happening
but I wasn’t. We were hopeful and had faith
that everything was going to be ok, In August we were going to have a baby!!! I
felt good, no pains and cramping. I found
it even harder to hide it this time and really wanted the support of my family
so I told my oldest sister right away and Allen and I made plans to tell our
families on Christmas Day, even though it was early it was too exciting not to
share the news with them. We went home to CA for
the Holidays and I was so happy. I went
shopping all day on Saturday with my sister and that night the spotting came
back. I was nervous. I melted.
Allen gave me a blessing and I hoped that it wouldn't be serious. By Christmas Eve I knew things were taking a
turn for the worse but Christmas is my favorite holiday so I tried to hold it together. We had gone ice skating with my family and
when I went to use the bathroom I panicked.
I told my parents what was happening and cried on my Moms shoulder. All the same feelings came back and it was
good to be able to hug my mom this time. Allen took me home and I stayed in bed
until we went to dinner with his family.
That night I asked my Dad to give me a blessing along with Allen, my
brother, and brother in laws. It
was peaceful. Comforting. And one of the most spiritual experiences of my life. All Christmas morning I laid down and tried
to stay positive. We even ended up
telling Allen’s family in a fun way but let them know about what was going
on. That evening we were at a family
dinner and Allen took me home. It happened
again, on Christmas Day. It was unbearable
this time. I could NOT understand why
this was happening to me again, to us.
Allen was with me and we braced ourselves to bare this burden
again. We felt the love and support of
our families all around us. I prayed for the strength to go through this loss
again and for an understanding of what I could learn from this trial. We stayed busy for the next week with the
holidays and weddings in our families and then when it was all over came back
to Rexburg for the next semester. So we’re
here now playing the waiting game. My
doctor decided it would be best for us to wait for a while so my body could
recover.
Nothing takes away
the pain, longing, and desire to be a mom.
To have a family. We pray for it every
day. Allen and I have and the hardest
time understanding this trial, of not being able to get pregnant and then to
have it be taken away from us two times.
But we are constantly trying to have our hearts and minds open to the
Lord to guide us through this journey and have realized that we are on his plan. It’s
not an experience I would wish upon anyone. Ever. But this struggle is a reality for so many
women. Miscarriage and infertility has become
so common but we don’t talk about it. And
I have learned that although it is personal, there is a peace and strength that
can come from sharing your story. So I’m
sharing mine now. For the past 3 years I
have kept it quiet, and when people ask Allen and I why we don’t have kids yet
(side note, NEVER ask people that because you may have NO idea what they are
going through and it’s not your business unless they bring it up) I would just
smile and say “I don’t know” or “we would love to have kids.” I’ve also learned how important it is to be
kind. Be sensitive. Be mindful of others.
Be a friend. Be courageous. Be faithful.
Be understanding. Be a listener.
And be open to all the possibilities that life has. Even though I may not have my own children I
am SO beyond blessed with 4 nephews and a niece that I love. I have had the most amazing opportunity to work
with children with special needs and there is so much joy that comes from that
too. SO yeah, I have hard days, nights, weeks, and months… but there is still so
much to be grateful for and lessons to be learned. Not to mention the fact that I have the most amazing, loving, kind, patient, and supportive husband in the world!! I love him more than anything and I am so blessed to have him by my side through all of this. And I CAN NOT wait for my story to continue….
