September is Neonatal Intensive Care Awareness month. Until this year, my only knowledge of a NICU was what I saw portrayed in TV medical dramas. I had no idea of the reality of NICU life let alone that there was a month dedicated to promoting awareness.
That all changed on July 30th when my husband and I received a call from the adoption agency. We had been matched with a baby boy, our son. He had been born 2 days prior and was expected to be in the NICU for at least one week. One week turned into three of the most emotional and stressful weeks of our lives. The shining light through that period were the healthcare professionals who took care of our son and were there for us day and night.
We bought them some sweet treats and wrote a thank you card on our last day but we were still so in the thick of things that it was a brief thank you. I never had the opportunity to truly express how thankful we were. Now that the dust has settled a bit, I want to make sure they know the impact they had. Continue reading
As I attempted to zip up my size 16 bridesmaid dress, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and barely recognized the person looking back.
6 months prior I had ordered the dress 2 sizes too big in hopes of being pregnant. Yet I wasn’t pregnant and was barely able to squeeze myself into a dress I would have been swimming in a year earlier.
To an outsider it may have appeared to be about my weight but my ever widening waistline was merely a side effect of my pain. I was broken physically, mentally and emotionally and had no idea how to recover. Continue reading
Prior to us attending the adoption seminar, I had made an appointment with a Catholic fertility expert. With the Catholic fertility clinic, there would be no IUI or IVF options. Their goal was to get to the root of the problem rather than work around the problem.
This meant more testing and learning the Creighton Model of observing and charting cycles. The doctor we consulted with said it could take months to truly figure out what was going on. Due to the fact that I had lost a fallopian tube, I knew my chances were lower but we were never told the reason for the dismal approximation of a 3% fertility rate. The next step would be to attend a class on the Creighton Model. Continue reading
To be completely truthful, growing up I never dreamed about becoming a mother. My dreams consisted of building my career, traveling, falling in love and living for the moment. When my husband and I got married we didn’t try to prevent a pregnancy but we weren’t actively trying either. We were married 3 years before I became pregnant.
My initial reaction was disbelief. Ready or not, we were going to be parents.
Disbelief soon morphed into excitement, I was going to be a mom! Our excitement was short lived. The same day that I bought my first maternity outfit was the day that the bottom fell out. Continue reading