Happy ending…keep hope alive!

If you happen to come across this old blog (as I know one person has) you need to know the happy ending. Dana, this post is for you:

I almost forgot about this site — not about that time of my life, of course. That was the hardest summer ever.

But there was a happy ending! I feel so confident there will be one for you too.

In late August I felt like I may be ovulating. I bought those pee sticks and sure enough I was. My husband and I got pregnant the natural way! I think the two miscarriages had really kick started my system. In May 2009, I gave birth to a baby boy, Sawyer.

I knew age 40 was not that far away for me. So once Sawyer reached six months old and I still hadn’t seemed to ovulate since his birth, we decided to go back to the fertility clinic. I did injectables again and had three good size follicles. Then we did the two rounds of IUI.

BFP!!! Here’s where it gets very interesting, almost surreal.

You know when you do the first pregnancy ultrasound at 6 or 7 weeks? You have to drink a lot of water and keep your bladder uncomfortably full. I did the ultrsound and gratefully ran to the bathroom . When I came back into the little, dimly lit ultrasound room, there was my husband and my doctor. She had a huge grin on her face and asked: “so how big is your house?” We were having twins!

The first two miscarriages must have been bad luck and then even “badder” luck. I was so nervous each ultrasound. Because that is how I found out I was miscarrying the other two times. But I sailed through the pregnancy. I learned that once I get pregnant and it really “sticks” I am great at growing babies. My first son was induced after I went 9 days over my due date and my pregnancy was not complicated at all. Then, with the twins, I went into labour at 37.5 weeks which is full term even for singletons! That was in October 2010, seventeen months after I gave birth to Sawyer. We now have our twins Charlotte and Elliot and their big brother. It is crazy, hectic and wonderful. It’s almost as if I had gone through enough with the fertility and the miscarriages and now, the universe was letting me just be happy.

I remember the pain after miscarriage two. Forget about that, I remember the pain after the first one. It was the hardest time for my husband and for me. Would we have children? How many times could I go through this and keep hope alive?

The pain is fainter now. Now my life is full of first teeth, first steps, first sentences and lots of diapers.

Keep the hope. That is the main thing. Wonderful stories happen for so many of us.

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