I left you guys hanging with my last post when I shared the tragic news that we had 2 more miscarriages, bringing the grand total up to 4.
Needless to say, it’s been a hard few years. Losing 4 babies is not something anyone should go through. Really, no one should ever even lose one. After losing our fourth baby in July, we were raw. Raw and broken. After every miscarriage we’ve had, we have had the need to take a break from actively trying to conceive. We needed time to heal, process, grieve. The same was true for baby #4. August came and went in a sort of haze.
So when September arrived, it hit us in the face with real life and a bunch of surprises. On September 3, David was laid off. Did NOT see that one coming. The investors decided to pull the plug on his project and let go of 40 people. (Praise the Lord, he was able to find another job in less than 2 months.)
Two days later, early morning of September 5, I decided to take yet another pregnancy test… because, you know, it’s what I do. I’m a pro at peeing on a stick. I could Olympic medal in stick peeing. Ick… that would be a gross competition to watch. But also because it had been roughly 5 weeks since our miscarriage and I hadn’t gotten my period yet. Not that that was unusual for my messed up body. Also because, we were set to leave on vacation 4 days later and I wanted to know for sure if I could safely drink on said vacation. 😉
Much to my surprise, that dang pee stick got 2 lines almost instantly. WHAT!? How? What the??? Really!? HUH! I just couldn’t believe it. I grabbed the test and crawled back into bed next to my sleeping husband. I swear I kept checking that test every 2 minutes. It was really positive!? About 30 minutes later, David woke up and asked me if I had taken the test. “Yes, I did.” “Well? Was it negative?” “NOPE!” And I threw it to him. Needless to say, he was very surprised and elated too! We were pregnant. AGAIN!!
As you can imagine we are quite familiar with this. We get the positive and want to believe it and be excited. But we also remember all of the heartbreak. We were excited and very apprehensive. I remember calling my sister/doula, Crystal, later that morning and asking her if it was possible that this test was positive from leftover hormones from the miscarriage. She encouraged me that they most likely weren’t. Hope. There was hope. Hope is scary, but good. Over the next 5 days, I took 4 more tests. All positive. All getting darker. Olympic stick pee-er = Talitha.
The following weeks were a time of trusting in and waiting on God. OH and
morning all day sickness. LOTS of all day sickness. All of our previous losses had happened at 7 weeks and earlier. We had to wait until we returned from vacation to see the OB and confirm my hormone levels were increasing as they should. We had to wait for an ultrasound to “confirm viability.” We had to wait to get progesterone levels back. Waiting, trusting, trusting, waiting. I am not a patient person. Let’s just say I spent a lot of time praying.
And our God is GREAT! At 7 weeks we heard our little peanut’s beautiful, strong heartbeat. At 12 weeks we saw our baby wiggling like crazy at an ultrasound and we were into the “safe zone”. Praise the Lord! After taking a few fun photos, we happily announced to the world the long awaited, soon-to-be arrival of our precious wee little baby! Coming Soon! May 2016!!!
P.S. I plan to share more about my pregnancy thus far in a future post. But, again, I normally am much faster at sharing news on Instagram. Follow me here. I will say that me and the bambino are doing GREAT and currently sitting pretty at 22 weeks pregnant.