Life has definitely flown by in the last few years! Just a little update on our lives: I am still at my office and truly love my passion for helping people get well. I still am a Wildtree Representative and love using their products daily in our kitchen. I am also still a Young Living Distributor but more than that, I am an Oil Addict... John is now the owner of his own business and keeping very busy. Jack and Penny are still driving us crazy on a daily basis and are still escape artists! We are on an infertility journey that we never expected to be on. That is where we start... Over the next few weeks I will be writing regarding what has brought us to this point, but today I want to begin with May 2015...
This is the day that I decided I wanted to take control of my own fertility... or so I thought. I had been having a lot of female related problems for years, but they had gotten much worse over the past few months. I remember having a period so heavy and intense that when my husband came home from work I was sitting in the chair in a complete daze. He was worried, said I was incredibly pale and for him to worry was the last draw for me. I made an appointment the next day to see my doctor.
I met with my doctor, who referred me to another physician and so the fertility journey begins. I was informed that I had 2 options, become pregnant or go on birth control (again). I knew that I would not be going back on BC, after so many years of being on it and the horrible effects it had on my mood, I just couldn't do it again. I also felt that it just wasn't the right thing for me. We had also been trying for quite some time to get pregnant but to no avail. I was tracking my temps, ovulation, and my symptoms like a hawk, but something wasn't right. I was not ovulating... at least not when I was "supposed" to be according to my charting (more on that another time!). My doctor decided that I should try Clomid, so we did. We jumped through the hoops, just like anyone else would feeling like this is your only shot at the one thing that you want more than anything else in the world. Let me tell you though, Clomid is not for the faint of heart. It made me angry, I mean really angry, depressed, uncomfortable in my own skin, my hair fell out, my face broke out, my body was a disaster, and I gained 12 lbs in the first 2 months. I have not considered myself "overweight" until my doctor decided to put me on a different medication on month 4, because I was now in a higher BMI bracket. (Due to the Clomid mind you!!!) We did all of the meds as directed for 4 months. Did they work? Technically Yes! But ultimately NO, because they were not treating any cause, just effects. Did I ovulate, Yes. Did I get pregnant, No. Were the side effects worth it? In my mind, for me. No.
Life is full of miracles that change our world forever! Our little son Simon was nothing short of that miracle to our family! Our story of pregnancy began as anyone would expect. Having been newly married in June of 2016, being open to life and finding out our family was growing by one in the fall of 2016 and anxiously dreaming and anticipating our growing family was an exciting and unknown chapter that we had never yet entered. Our pregnancy seemed nothing short of ordinary until I began noticing having increased swelling of my lower legs and slightly increased puffiness to my face. Assuming this was just a typical response to the later stages of pregnancy, I took steps of wearing compression socks and elevating my legs to help with increased inflammation. Not long after however, my symptoms began to worsen. One morning I woke up with a splitting headache and just feeling "off". My husband took my blood pressure and we soon realized that my pressures were highly elevated. I called my OB for triage and fortunately was able to be seen that afternoon for an urgent OB clinic visit; labs were ordered, urine analysis undergone, and an ultrasound was performed to check on our son. It was then that our OB doctor walked in and shared the news that our son was not receiving the proper blood flow to grow properly, there was excess protein in my urine, abnormal blood levels, and that our next step would be to transfer emergently to a larger city with a NICU available as both our son and I would need added support with a critical timeline. So many thoughts were racing through my head. Would our son be healthy enough to survive delivery? How would I be able to deliver our son when we hadn’t even had a chance to attend any birthing classes yet? What were those first moments as a family going look like at his birth? These questions along with so many others came over me. We made the decision to rush by our own vehicle to St. Louis (a 2-hour drive from where we were currently living at the time) to be admitted to the hospital on bedrest and close observation. Over a 24-hour period, our pregnancy went from uneventful to life altering when our son was just 26 and 5 days old gestationally. I couldn’t help but wonder, how could this be happening to our family and why was my body not able to do what I always imagined pregnancy and giving birth to look like? I was given the diagnosis of severe pre-eclampsia which progressed quickly into HELLP syndrome and subsequently caused our son to have fetal growth restriction of weight below the 10th percentile for his age called IUGR. Our prognosis was poor and the plan to begin corticosteroid injections to stimulate our son's lungs, medications to manage blood pressure, constant fetal monitoring, and complete bedrest was begun. Delivery was anticipated to be anywhere from immediately to 3 months from admission to await our son arriving as close to term as possible. Our hearts were yearning for his delivery to be as close to term delivery as possible, but the medical signs remained to show us otherwise.