As my daughter's 3rd Birthday approaches us on Saturday, I have been thinking back on the last 8 years or so, and how far I have come. So I have decided to share my story of becoming a mom.
My husband and I were college sweethearts and married in November 1997 (wow, time flies). We knew that we could not financially afford to have children right away, and so took the necessary precautions to prevent this. Well after almost four years of brutal side effects and four different kinds of birth control pills, we decided that it was finally time to starting trying to have a baby. This was in the fall of 2001.
When pregnancy did not occur within the first year I was not worried, but still talked with my family doctor. She felt that we should still keep trying then after one year we would re-evaluate things and see if the need for a fertility specialist was necessary.
By the summer of 2004 we were really beginning to wonder what was going on. Friends and family around us were having children like crazy and we began thinking, "when will it be our turn". As Christians, we knew that our timing is not God's nor are our ways His ways. We continued to believe in faith that one day we would become parents. That all changed in May 2004 when, after a battery of tests, it was determined by my doctor that I had Poly Cystic Ovary Syndrome (PCOS). In a nutshell, it causes irregular or non-ovulation. We were told that the chances of becoming pregnant were very slim, not impossible, but slim. I was put on Metformin to help with some of my symptoms, but due to terrible side effects, I took myself off the meds after 3 months.
It was also during this summer that I discovered a spot that I felt was suspcious looking. I kept an eye on things for about a month and it disappeared, so did not think anything of it.
By January 2005 we were referred to a fertility specialist and began the wonderful task of getting another battery of tests done and checking my temperature, etc....oh joy:) It was also during January 2005 that I discovered another suspcious lesion, but being the stubborn person I was I did mention it to my doctor until much later (not a good idea).
This lesion became much more uncomfortable and even intervered with us trying to get pregnant. So when we saw the fertility specialist in April 2005, I mentioned the lesion to him. It was also at this point, we discovered that in an 4 month period I had only ovulated 2 times (not the easiest way to conceive).
I will never forget what happened next. The doctor examined me and all he said, "I am referring you to Cancer Care for a biopsy". I almost fell off the examining table. I thought my husband was going to pass out! This was the middle of April 2005 and I was almost 32 years old!
A biopsy was scheduled for April 26, 3005 and on May 16, 2005 I was diagnosed with Stage 1 cancer of the vulva. I could not believe this was happening to me. I was told the next step was surgery on June 8, 2005. Surgery was successful and all cancer was taken out. I was fortunate that nothing had spread to my lymph nodes and these did not have to be removed (apparently recovery is harsh and for a young woman trying to conceive it would not have helped). I was given a clean bill of health.
My fertility specialist had suggested we wait to do any fertility treatments until I was recovered from surgery and so we waited for about 6 months before seeing the doctor again.
In the meantime, I was being checked out every three months and always had a clean check:) In March of 2006 we saw the fertility specialist and had some blood work done. When I went back to the doctor in April, little did I know I was already pregnant! We discovered that day that I was about 6 weeks along with our "miracle" baby. Our baby was due to be born on December 13, 2006.
Throughout the cancer diagnosis, etc we always kept strong to our belief in Christ Jesus. We knew that He would help us through whatever treatments I would have to endure and that though we did not know why I was going through this, that it would all be okay. Regardless of the outcome.
I have to say I was never angry at God, nor did I ever ask "Why". I know that seems odd, but I knew deep down all would be fine. Little did we know what was next for us.
My pregnancy went well until week 27 when I was diagnosed with gestational diabetes. I was to watch my diet and see the specialist on October 5 to retest my blood sugars, etc.
On Oct 1, 2006 I started having major headaches that just would not give up. Finally on the morning of Oct 3, 2006 my head hurt so bad, I called in sick and went back to bed. When I awoke, I thought I had to use the washroom, and discovered I was bleeding. I was only 29 weeks + 1 day in my pregnancy! Scared does not even begin to explain how I felt at that moment.
Long story short....my placenta had partially abrupted and I need an emergency c-section that day. On October 3, 2006 Makayla Rose was born at 2:02PM weighing 4lb 3.5oz and was 17.5 inches long. She spent 8 weeks in NICU and had no problems. She just needed to grow:)
We could not believe this was happening. But again we knew our God would bring us through. He kept Makayla from experiencing all the possible negative outcomes that a premature baby of that age could have had. All of them. She has not had her age corrected since she was six months old and is now going to be three years old in two days and I cannot believe what a wonderful kid she is! With no delays or problems at all! She is even toilet trained!
Because it took us so long to conceive with Makayla, we decided that when she was a year old we would start trying to have another child. This was in October 2007 and much to our surprise, we discovered on December 17, 2007 we were 8 weeks pregnant! I was due August 4, 2008.
Isabella Grace was born after an eventful pregnancy...I was admitted to hospital at 26 weeks with super high blood sugar (did not know) and from that point on took insulin 4 times a day! UGH...then put on medical leave at 30 weeks....at at 34 weeks discovered I had gallstones....Demerol was my closest friend for the last few weeks of pregnancy:) We had a planned c-section scheduled for July 18...however baby had different plans. Thinking I was having gallbladder attacks, I went to the hospital on July 14th only to discover I was in labor...she was born at 10:50pm via c-section weighing 8lb and 20.25inches long!
God has blessed me so much over the last 4.5 years. Though we could have lost everything, and been angry. We held to our faith in Jesus, and he gave us the greatest gift....children.
I love my girls so much.