The long and LONG of it

This is just the bare-bones story, I'll have to actually DEAL with my 2.5 years of infertility to write about it in another post.  Remember, I said this blog was my therapy?

Girl Meets Boy
Brian and I met at work, dated, got married, traveled and generally enjoyed life sans kids until one day we decided it was *time*.  Our first month TTC we freaked out thinking we might actually be pregnant, in hindsight that was a joke. 

5 months and only 1 period later I went to my OB and asked WTF?  I was diagnosed with PCOS, which we were told "may" cause problems conceiving.

So, we tried and tried and tried and tried...
1 year later I got pregnant on clomid cycle #2 only to find out it was ectopic.  During surgery to remove the pregnancy, I lost my right tube.  After discussing our options with the fertility doc, we decided to skip IUI and head straight to IVF to maximize our chances of getting pregnant. I was sick of going to baby showers and being my usual cheerful self when friends (and I mean EVERY friend) called to say "I'm pregnant! First month! We weren't even trying! It was an accident!"

IVF #1 - chemical pregnancy
IVF #2 - BFP

We went for our initial ultrasound at 5 weeks because of my ectopic pregnancy history.  The doc inserted the dildo cam and said, "There’s ONE great looking sac!"  At 6.5w, we had another ultrasound.  This time the doc said, "The girl's got twins!" and my jaw hit the floor.  Brian turned white and then got he biggest shit-eating grin on his face.  Easy for him, he didn’t have to carry them around for 9 months.  Turns out, neither did I…

First trimester -- miserable morning sickness, but like most "fertile infertiles" I was just HAPPY to be pregnant and every nauseous moment became a validation that all was going well.  Bleeding episodes, however, are NOT a good sign.  13 weeks of spotting and one BIG BLEED that was never really explained and we made it to the

Second trimester -- the "honeymoon phase" of the pregnancy according to books and friends. HA!  At 24w1d I went to my doc complaining of major BH that didn’t hurt, but were uncomfortable.  My OB sent me to the hospital IMMEDIATELY b/c I was 1 fingertip dilated and she could "feel baby parts"!  WHAT?!  Brian was on a business trip in London, my parents were on day 2 of a month-long trip, I was ALONE.  My doc admitted me to hospital for the DURATION of my pregnancy to be spent on strict bedrest.  This meant 2 showers per week and bathroom privileges ONLY. 

Laundry list of drugs ingested during pregnancy to keep PTL from becoming full-blown labor included:
magnesium sulfate - 4 days, no food or drink
terbutaline
procardia
indocin

Third trimester -- no baby shower, no decorating the nursery, no picking out cute baby clothes or being stopped by strangers to ask when I'm due.  Lots of poking and prodding by docs, residents, med students and nurses.  And then one day I pretty much stopped peeing and my blood pressure was soaring.  Turns out I was developing pre-eclampsia with HELLP syndrome.  This is a dangerous condition that can cause both mother and baby(ies) to die.  Talk about scary!  At 33w5d my doc decided that it was time for A&B to make their appearance.  My son, Sascha, spent 3 weeks in the NICU and my daughter, Mia, spent 5 weeks in the NICU growing and learning to eat, but neither had to deal with any major issues.  They came home in June.

And then our journey REALLY began.

Comments

[xdasykczach]

swZSay lxvgbrudwxtd, [url=http://hwkxycgixcjx.com/]hwkxycgixcjx[/url], [link=http://cyiinauftdqz.com/]cyiinauftdqz[/link], http://fegzrprbwrkv.com/