I'll start at the beginning in case some of you don't know our story. Adam and I got married in October of 2003. In March of 2005 we decided we were ready to begin our family. We tried for a year with no success. Our regular OB/GYN suggested we go to an infertility specialist. We had a consultation with Dr. Burwinkle at Kettering Reproductive Medicine, but weren't sure if we wanted to go that route yet. After two more years and still no baby, we decided to go for it. On January 24, 2008, we did our first round of clomid and intrauterine insemination (IUI). They told us not to get our hopes up because it rarely works the first time...they were wrong! On Feb 6, 2008, we found out I was pregnant.
My sister was pregnant at the same time, which was very exciting. We loved being pregnant together and her son Owen would pull up our shirts, kiss our bellies, and say "Baby!" Her little girl was due 6 weeks before ours. On August 6, she began feeling some contractions and went to her doctor. They were unable to find the baby's heartbeat and sent her to the hospital where they discovered that her baby had died. It was an awful day. My sister and her husband were so strong. She delivered her tiny baby girl, Abigail, that evening and saw that the cord was wrapped tightly around her neck. They spent time with her and allowed us to visit with and hold her. I treasure the time I got to spend with Abby. I remember her daily and hope I always will. It may seem strange, but I like to think our little girls somehow knew each other since we were pregnant at the same time.
I had a healthy and uncomplicated pregnancy and our beautiful baby girl Jozey Dawn was born on October 14, 2008. When she was about 11 months old we decided to try for another baby. We hadn't been preventing it and went to the fertility doctor for help again. We did our IUI on October 15, 2009. Again they said not to count on the first time working...wrong again. We found out on October28 that I was pregnant again. The big shock came at our first ultrasound. Not one, not two, but three babies!!! I started crying, told them to quit counting, and pulled the sheet over my head. I was terrified (and still am some days). The doctor offered to refer us someone that did selective reduction (abortion of one or more babies) and we refused. As shocking as it was, as soon as I heard and saw their tiny hearts, I knew that it was somehow going to be okay.
I'm 13 weeks and 3 days pregnant now and everything is going well. The nausea has slowed down a lot. My chiropractor is helping with my back pain. The last ultrasound showed that all of the babies are growing right on schedule. We "graduated" from the fertility doctor last week and have our first appointment with the maternal/fetal medicine specialists (Perinatal Associates of Southwest Ohio) this Thursday.
If any of you find this boring, sorry. It's a very exciting time for us and I thought this might be the easiest way to keep everyone updated.Thanks for all of your thoughts and prayers!