Saturday, November 3, 2012

Recovery

i've been sitting (and laying, eating, sleeping) on my couch for four days now.  it's actually quite a comfy spot, and honestly i'm a little sad to graduate back to my bed tonight, although i'm sure that sentiment will change once i sink into the memory foam topper.  i promise all this lounging isn't from couch potato laziness though - it's doctor's orders!  i had surgery this past tuesday to once again clean up the lovely endometriosis. 

let's rewind a little bit.  i saw a new fertility specialist back in august based on a recommendation from an old friend.  he and his wife have beautiful twin girls after struggling with infertility for years.  i have to say that i am impressed with this doctor - he has fantastic bedside manner and seems to be more of a risk-taker while still being straight-forward about our situation.  based on my most recent bloodwork and sonograms, he told us that we had a 25-30% chance of ivf being successful, but that it was still worth the effort to try with my own eggs.  the sono showed that my left ovary was making just enough follicles to qualify as an ivf candidate, but the right one could not even be visualized.  surgery was also a necessity if we were to move forward.....so after a lot of talking, thinking, and praying, we decided to go for it.  but this meant that i was once again faced with the reality that one of my fallopian tubes would be removed for sure, and the doctor would make the decision about the other one during surgery.  this time around, we were ok with that. 

the fantastic news is that during surgery, the doctor uncovered the right ovary from all the mess and discovered that it was healthy and making eggs!  this is the one that was the most ravaged from endometriosis and we didn't really have much hope for it before.  so it seems that the past year of eating healthy, taking supplements, getting my hormones leveled out, and prayer have really made an improvement!  after surgery, the doctor told seth that this bumps up our ivf chances to 60-70%, which is normal for a woman my age.  i cannot even describe how happy i was to hear this when i woke up.

because of the time my body needs to heal and with christmas right around the corner, we will most likely start the process in january.  i'm so glad to have something to look forward to.  i'm sure some of you might be wondering when things changed, but over the last several months i never felt completely at peace about turning in the adoption papers, but i also wasn't emotionally stable enough to brave ivf again until recently.  i think i need to know FOR SURE that i've exhausted all possibilities of having my own child before we turn to adoption.

so that's where i am.  sorry to keep y'all hanging for so long.  i follow up with the doctor in a week and a half, so i'll post when i know more.  :)

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Long overdue update

For people who already have children of their own (biologically speaking), I think adoption must seem like a very romantic idea.  What could be more beautiful than taking in a child that's not yours and raising it in a loving home as if it were your own?  What could be more Christian?  The Bible speaks of adoption multiple times, and we are adopted into Christ's family if we have chosen Jesus.  But for people who have battled infertility, who face adoption as their only option of having children, it's not quite so romantic.  It's heartbreaking and daunting.  

I've had several people ask me lately what the status is on the process, and some have even admonished me for not turning in the application yet when I give them the update.  It's a lot more difficult than you might think, for me anyways, to drop that heavy envelope into the mail.   I know that turning in the application doesn't mean we still can't miraculously get pregnant on our own, but it just feels so final to me.  It feels like closing a door on that period of our lives, and maybe I jumped in too soon and I haven't grieved our fertility as much as I needed to.  My 31st birthday was last month, and I'll admit that it stung quite a bit.  I hope that it gets easier rather than harder; I hope every birthday is not just another reminder of my decrepit ovaries. 

My deep down views on adoption haven't changed.  I know I'll get there, that I will send off the application sooner than later, and when I do I'll let you know.  Just let me be the one to bring it up. 

Sunday, April 29, 2012

A Change in Perspective

it's been a while since i posted last.  i've thought several times about writing during the timespan, but each time it was prompted from negative emotions, and i don't want this to be a place for ranting.  the past month has been really difficult for me - we have started working on the adoption application, and i did not anticipate what an emotional toll that would take on me.  it's VERY detailed and pries into every area of our lives - financial, spiritual, emotional, sexual - and makes us answer questions about what kind of child we are willing to accept (which makes me feel like a terrible person if i say no to anything).  it also requires an inspection of our home by the fire marshall and the county health department.  because of the invasiveness of the application (or my perception of it being invasive), i reacted with being angry at the whole process.  angry that i had to "prove" my worthiness of being a parent when any random, uneducated, unmarried, not financially stable person seems to get pregnant at the drop of a hat.  so it's taken me a lot longer to finish the application than i originally intended.

over the last week my feelings have slowly begun to change...thanks in part to encouragement from friends.  i started thinking of it from the point of view of the birthmother.  she is placing her child in the arms of strangers; i would imagine that she would want that couple to be scrutinized from every possible angle to ensure that they aren't psychos, but rather that they are a committed couple who would provide the warm, loving, stable, two parent home that she is unable to provide herself. 

the real change in my outlook though came from the adoption parenting seminar we attended this weekend.  i had no idea the impact it would have on me.  we learned so much about the current culture of adoption and the trend towards openness, but more so about the spiritual side of everything.  i've said before that i know God already has our baby chosen for us, but to hear stories of actual couples giving testimony of how perfectly God orchestrated their entire adoption story was just so encouraging.  yesterday there was a birthmother and birthfather who spoke about how they came to the decision of choosing adoption, and the adoptive couple whom they chose to raise their child came in next and gave their side of the story.  it was so incredibly beautiful to see the relationship that had formed between adoptive couple and birthparents.  they meet once every couple of months to allow the birthmother to see the baby, and the adoptive couple has actually taken on a mentoring role to the younger birthparents.  i had tears streaming down my face, but there wasn't a dry eye in the room as they gave their testimony. 

we still aren't sure what level of openness we are comfortable with, and each birthmother is different in her desires on that as well, but we realized that a lot of our concerns were being driven by fear and not fully trusting in God's control.  one theme of the weekend seemed to be that maybe adoption isn't solely about the child.  maybe we are to be ministers to the birthmother as well, during whatever amount of interaction we may have with her, to make her feel encouraged and proud of the immensely difficult decision she is making. 

there's so much more i could say - this is just one facet of how God is changing our hearts.  but i know this is long already, so i'll save the rest for another day....

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

oh gosh

juno is on tv tonight and i thought it would be a good idea to watch it.  i loved it when i saw it in the theaters.  i still love it, only now i'm bawling.

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Things are looking up

Can I just say I LOVE daylight savings??  My favorite time of the year is finally here....I will now be sublimely happy until November.  All this daylight and warmer weather makes me want to be on my bike!  Time again to start judging wind patterns, and evening rides can now be routine, although from the status of my legs after our Monday ride, my muscles have a LOT of catching up to do to get back to where I was last fall.  (Note to self: don't completely abandon all exercise next winter!)  At least now when I collapse on the couch, we've got the spring cycling classics to entertain/motivate me to work harder!

The timing of the warmer weather and sunny days seems to mirror what we are experiencing personally too.  The winter months were full of stress and worry and sadness, but all that seems to be melting away.  We had our interview with the adoption agency last week; it went amazingly well, and since then I have been...dare I say it....excited?!  I haven't been truly excited about much the past few years, and I haven't allowed myself to be hopeful in a long time, but I think those days are mostly behind me.  To be fair and honest, I'm sure there will still be tough days, but today at Target with my mom, I could walk through (through! before I would do everything I could to avoid it!) the baby section without feeling that all too familiar pang of bitterness.   I even passed a young mom with a newborn strapped to her chest, and I wasn't jealous, only excited that that could legitimately be me in the near future.  Except that I will still have a flat stomach while carrying my newborn...gotta count my blessings, right? ;)

We have a busy couple of months ahead of us before things are final - still have to complete the formal application and homestudy - but every step now brings us closer to what we've been praying for for so long.  My sister reminded me of Jeremiah 1:5, "Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations."  That verse means even more to me now than it did before this journey started.  God already knows what baby is ours.  He has set it apart for us to raise.  And I love that child already.

Friday, February 24, 2012

State of the Union

In case you were worried, not every post will be as depressing as the last one.

I just had an overwhelming urge that day to get everything out.  I wanted our story down on paper (figuratively), not that I would ever forget, but just to have the timeline documented.  I also wanted people to know what it really feels like - so many of you have been surprised by the depth of emotion expressed, it makes me wonder if I've been real at all during this time.  I think part of me just wanted to shelter everyone else from the sadness - plus, who wants a Debbie Downer around all the time? :)

So, this week I've been pondering what direction the blog should take.  Infertility is an awkward subject that not too many people want to really talk about, but I hope this can be a place to learn how to encourage and support those you may know that are also struggling with it.  Or just how to be sensitive to people in general, because you really never know what they may be dealing with behind closed doors.  As things progress, I'd really like this to be an outlet to keep you all updated on our adoption journey.  I'm sure I'll also throw in a few health-related posts (come on, if you know me at all you had to see that coming!) and possibly some recipes every now and then.  And really just whatever we may be doing to pass the days.

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Our story


Today I realized that March will mark three years of dealing with infertility: an anniversary I never thought I would be counting.  It was a painful realization, and I broke down for the first time in months.  Trying to be tough, to put on a happy face, has been my mantra these days, but I think maybe I needed a good cry.  The pain doesn’t seem to get easier, instead only deeper as the years pass.

I remember the very first month we started trying; we were in Arizona in March 2009, meeting friends in Tempe to see one of my favorite bands play a special anniversary show.  I was excited, Seth was hesitant, but I just knew that it would work.  As things would go, I was late that month – more than a week late, which had never happened before – and I anxiously took a pregnancy test, already planning baby’s first Christmas in my head.   Well, it seemed like nature’s cruel joke, but my cycle started again and we’ve had no sign of pregnancy since then. 

Fast forward a year, and we met with a reproductive specialist in July of 2010.  Turns out I had stage 4 endometriosis enveloping my ovaries and fallopian tubes.  Seth was out of town when I received the diagnosis; my mom was with me at that visit.  I remember living with my parents again for weeks while Seth was away; I couldn’t bear to be alone, but I didn’t really want to be around friends either.  A few tests later, and in September I was scheduled for the scariest surgery a girl in her twenties who is trying to conceive can imagine: exploratory laparotomy with the understanding that I may wake up with my fallopian tubes gone.  It was a long and difficult surgery according to my doctor, but he was able to spare my tubes, thanks to God’s great grace.  Recovery was painful, followed by two more minor surgeries.  Because the endometriosis had basically ravaged my ovaries, I was also diagnosed with low ovarian reserve.  The plan was to move forward with in vitro fertilization, bypassing intrauterine insemination since our chances were so slim. 

I began giving myself injections in March of 2011, which at first I thought would be no problem at all – I’m a nurse and needles don’t bother me.  But each time was more difficult than the last.  The medication burned, and I would stand there for several minutes with needle in hand, tears in eyes, just willing myself the strength to stab my abdomen, knowing the pain that was about to follow.  It was worth it though, for the hope of a Christmas baby again.  During that time, we were doing bloodwork and sonograms every other day to monitor my progress, but one week into injections, on an early morning Saturday office visit, the doctor cancelled the IVF.  My body wasn’t responding to the medications; my ovaries were not producing follicles like they should be.  That was the worst visit up to that point.  I was completely devastated, but also numb.  We went to breakfast and tried to pretend that everything was okay, and that we would just try again in a few months.

Well, a few months came and went.  I began a health revolution, changing my eating habits, taking ridiculous amounts of supplements from my nutritionist sister and Chinese herbs prescribed by my acupuncturist.  Doing things to “just relax,” like every second person you meet tells you to do.  (Sidenote – don’t ever say that to someone with infertility.  It is a knife to the heart.)  It was August of 2011 when I finally got up the courage to see the doctor to attempt IVF again.  Sonograms showed the endometriosis had returned….the doctor was not encouraged…and he ordered bloodwork to test my ovarian reserve.  Waiting those three days to get the results was the longest three days of my life.  The doctor called on a Friday evening, I was home alone while Seth was at band practice.  That’s when I received the worst news of my life:  my ovarian reserve was 0.16, or for all practical purposes nonexistent.  He told me IVF was out of the question - the only thing he would offer me was to use donor eggs, which Seth and I had already decided was not an option for us.  I hung up the phone…in complete shock at first, but then the emotions set in.  I screamed and cried to the point I couldn’t breathe; I had never felt pain that intense before.  My whole world was crashing…the only dream, the only thing I’ve ever wanted to do my whole life, to be a mother, to carry my own child, was being ripped away from me. 

Life since then has been weird.  I’m definitely not myself anymore - infertility changes a person.  Going to church has been difficult and we took several months off from that.  We are trying to trust God again – to believe that He really does work all things together for our good.  Seeing baby announcements and birthdays come and go for our friends’ children (even friends that started trying after we did) is just a constant reminder of our still 2 person family after five years of marriage.  Christmas is the worst now, it has lost all it’s magic to me.  Some days are easier than others…I try not to think about it, but honestly not a day goes by that I don’t feel some level of hurt from all of this.  Patients at work ask me if I have children, and then lecture me on how they are the greatest thing in the world and I shouldn’t wait too long to start.  I fake a smile and just answer “well, hopefully soon.”  What else do I say to that??  Sometimes I just want to tell people the flat out truth so they understand that maybe there’s a reason why we don’t have a baby.  (Another sidenote – don’t ever ask someone you’ve just met if they have children.)

So now here we are at three years.  Three years of struggle.  Three years of crying.  Only the Lord knows what comes next, and all we can do is trust in Him, however difficult that may be.  We are looking ahead now, considering adoption.  Considering that maybe one day we can be happy again.  Hoping that this doesn’t last too much longer.