Our Journey To Baby

October 2017, I’m not quite sure where to even begin. October was the start of what would be one of the most difficult times in my life, with this entire process and with life in general. We found out early October that our second IUI worked! Blood work came back positive! It was a 5 on the scale, a scale to what, I’m not sure, but it was positive! The tears, the excitement, the joy, the wonder, the answer to our prayers. It had finally happened! Two days later, I was back in to see where blood work fell on the scale. The nurse called later that day to inform me that it was at a 0. I wasn’t pregnant.  I was told it was a  biochemical pregnancy , and we were no longer pregnant. I’m not sure I can put into words all the emotions I felt when I got that call. Heartache, sadness and devastation, are a few words that come to mind. It felt like my entire world had closed in on me.                         ...

August 24, 2017 the day of the IUI is here! After a year of trying, 7 months of testing and so many ups and downs, it’s finally here! We were so excited, very anxious, and so ready for it to work! The room is sterile and cold. My husband is holding my hand. The nurse is preparing the catheter and the doctor is walking us through everything that will happen during the IUI. There are so many things going on at once, not to mention everything that’s going on inside my head. And then, just a few moments later, it’s done. The IUI has been completed. It's crazy to think that with such a quick procedure, the results could potentially bring us what we’ve been waiting for, and change our lives.  The doctor and nurse leave the room, and the only people remaining are myself and my husband. As I lay there thinking, hoping, praying, excited, not wanting to move, I reflect on what has just happened, and realize, I could be pregnant! It could have worked! We could have just started our ...

January 2017, the fertility testing began.  The needles, the blood work, the poking and prodding, the doctor appointments. Surly, after months of testing we would have answers, but we didn’t. It's hard coming to the realization that something might be "wrong".  I didn’t understand why my body wasn’t doing what it was supposed to. I’m a woman, I'm supposed to carry children, why wasn't that happening?  For anyone going through a similar situation, you know what it’s like going to the fertility doctor 2, 3, 4 times a week. Not only is it exhausting, but it feels like you’re a part of some weird underground, black market. The fertility office is tucked away into a corner of an office building, no one makes eye contact, everyone's heads are down and no one speaks, yet, you know you’re all there for the same reason. After a while, you start to recognize faces, and hope that something works for them, because, if it works for them, it’s got to work for us. Righ...