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We weren’t chosen…yet

Hello my darlings. It’s been a little bit since we’ve last seen each other. I decided to take a little hiatus from blogging to really work on me and center myself more. Now before we get  into this week’s topic I wanted to share a quote with you that I came across that is so powerful to me.

“You were given this life because you’re strong enough to live it” –Unknown

This quote isn’t extremely long, it’s just to the point and lets us all know that no matter what we have going on in our lives we are strong enough to take it on! I actually needed to see this quote because the last few days have been really hard. Friday I received the first email from one of the companies giving away grants to deserving couples who need the money to help fund their IVF treatment. The email started off great and they said our story was powerful and were one of the finalists, however, they chose another couple to get the $10,000 reward. Unfortunately, I have no idea about the couple who won, what their situation is like, how long they’ve been trying, how much money they’ve put into their journey or anything. I just hope and pray that they get their wonderful little baby they’ve always wanted. The bright side is that this grant company is ongoing, meaning even though we weren’t chosen now doesn’t mean we can’t be picked in the future. Since our names and story are already in the system we will automatically be re-entered into the next giveaway. Today I received a second email. This one’s tone was much more grim. Baby Quest is the one company I knew would be a long shot. They receive a ridiculous amount of applications and the more people hear about them, the more applicants they get. The email basically stated that at this time there are unable to gift us with a grant. They did encourage us to re-apply for their fall grant but it’ll be too late by then.  Right now we are going to regroup, think about everything and plan out the next few months.

The last blog I posted was about ten days ago. In that ten days a lot has happened. I had my first anxiety/panic attack, I broke down to Russell basically telling him he can do so much better and give him the family he always wanted, stayed up late thinking about my future and stressing the hell out of myself when I know that’s the last thing I want; especially since stress causes wrinkles and I don’t have time for wrinkles honey! So not being chosen has put me into this corner that I’ve not wanted to come out from. In these situations I don’t want to go anywhere, I don’t want to see anyone, I don’t want to get on social media for fear of seeing someone’s perfect little belly and wondering what that feels like. Some days I can’t function because the depression takes over my body making me sluggish and exhausted. Having endometriosis isn’t just not being able to have children, it’s having depression, chronic fatigue, anxiety and constantly crying. I honestly can’t tell you everything I feel on a daily basis because I could be super happy and the next thing I know Russell’s asking me if I’m okay because I’m crying. And let me remind you it’s the ugly cry face. I think I get so broken and all I want to do is snuggle up to my husband while he reassures me for the 500 millionth time that he isn’t going anywhere.   ** If you don’t already know I need constant reassurance from my husband that I’m not given a Razzie for being the Worst Wife of 2018.** I’m tired. I’m drained. I have little left to give and I feel like I am stretching myself beyond what I can handle and a breakdown is coming. There are certain things I can feel and a mental breakdown is one of them. Thankfully I start therapy Monday and maybe my breakdown will happen in her office so she can help me better understand how to control my feelings. It’s to the point I don’t want to be around my nieces and nephews because they are the reminder to me that I’m the black sheep in the family. Looking at their beautiful faces reminds me I may never have sweet mom moments when they want to snuggle, give you a kiss just because and watch them grow from babies to toddlers, taking their first steps and celebrating major milestones. (Please do not think I don’t love my nieces and nephews because I love them very much. What I am trying to convey is that because a few of ours are babies..my step sister has a little baby and my brother in law and his wife have a toddler; to me watching them create family moments and firsts together is very hard for me to watch…just to clarify) Most of the time my heart can’t do it. And the times we do go to functions I end up crying when we get home because I’m so heartbroken over our situation. I’m slowly getting better in some areas but most of the time I just pretend like I’m okay. Russell is so wonderful, rubs my back, listens to my crazy talk, and still wants to continue to be married to me. Throughout all of this I have learned a lot about myself but also my partner. He is understanding, patient, compassionate, sympathetic and loving. I’ve also learned there are many ways to love a person and he shows me each and every day how much he loves me by doing something so simple like telling me we are going to parents and we are going to be okay. Those little moments create big moments and those big moments help to continue building the foundation of our strong relationship. If there is anything I’ve learned it’s that something will always go on in life and I have to find a way to find the beauty in the toughest parts because I know there are a lot of women that feel like me but may not know how to talk about it or express their emotions.

Next week’s blog post will be dedicated to those caring for loved ones with an incurable disease and infertility. I’m going to give you some talking points to soothe a loved one when they are in need of some advice because someone who hasn’t gone through infertility doesn’t know exactly what to say without making the situation worse.

Until Next Time

xoxoxo

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Negative Self Talk and Doubt

At what age does negative self talk begin? Is it when we are integrated into school with children who come from different backgrounds and just simply don’t know how to ask questions in a positive way? Is it when we are bullied in front of others? Is it when girls start being mean to one another for no reason other than to bring someone else down?

A few days ago I had a beautiful friend of mine write a post on Facebook saying, “I don’t understand how anyone could stare at the that is me.” Naturally, those of us who know her know this is not true. She was flooded with comments saying she was beautiful and shouldn’t think otherwise. I told her to continue being the queen she is and keep slaying; not only did I mean that but I think this girl has got to be one of the most beautiful women I’ve had the pleasure of meeting. So this whole conversation got me thinking. We ALL talk negatively about ourselves, the way we look, how small or big our boobs are, the our feet look, the angel of their nose when they a specific direction. I want to do two things: 1. Share my struggle with self talk and 2. Encourage you to say one positive thing about yourself every morning for 21 days. Why 21 days? It takes three weeks to form a habit that will stick and last. So be kind to yourself because I can tell you when you’re kind to body it is kind to you in return.

We all know I struggle with my weight. A few months ago I was having another appointment with Dr. Karnitis to which we were discussing our IVF treatment options. I brought up my weight and how I wanted to lost 10-15 pounds before I get pregnant. Dr. Karnitis said absolutely not. He said I need to stay my weight if not gain more to help keep my uterus happy for a baby or two. I understand wanting to be at the perfect weight when getting pregnant but I don’t want to feel and look overweight before we have children, because let me tell you I’m getting to the point of no return. By that I mean if I don’t start something soon I’m just going to continue gaining weight I don’t want. I’m not gonna lie I feel uncomfortable talking with friends about my weight because they think I’m crazy for being uncomfortable at 136 pounds. (Yes I said it, no I don’t think it’s taboo lol) My entire life up until the last three years has been me eating whatever I wanted and not gaining a pound. Then pageant prep happened and I made HUGE goals happen. I mean I was able to walk on stage, strut everything I had in front of strangers, oh and my dad, so I was feeling myself that night. But every night since then I cringe looking at certain pictures because I can see a fat roll. The girls at work don’t understand why I’m complaining because they think I’m a small person, but I certainly don’t feel it. I’m uncomfortable with my body because right now I’m getting ready for the biggest day of my life and that’s transfer day. My body needs my uterus to be loved right now and according to the doctor that’s eating oatmeal or some sort of high protein breakfast every morning. I get oatmeal in 5 times a week so I think that’s a win in my book! There are also day I go to take a self to post on social media but I think I look like a cow or I tell myself I’m ugly. WHY?!?!?!?! This is maddening to me. I have vowed to start doing light, not a lot of back movement workouts, but something that will interest me and calm my mind and that’s yoga. So tomorrow I start my yoga journey!

Whew…that was longer than I thought it would be. I just wanted to hop on here and give encouragement to my friends who are struggling with anything. I’m still sitting here trying to think of an age when we would start to negatively talk to ourselves. And then going through some confusing times, like puberty, how does that affect the self-awareness, how do you build confidence in yourself? So many questions are running through my mind right now and I’d love to hear from you all! IVF mommas out there what were so things you did to prep your body for IVF because I just know we are having a baby/babies. I call myself mama even when talking to the doggies. I refer to Russell as daddy for the girls so there are some things I am doing to get ready to get ready to have a child(ren). If I don’t keep this mindset I fall apart and it doesn’t take much for me to have breakdown. So here’s to less negative self talk, more loving self talk and remembering we are all always a work in progress.

Until Next Time

xooxoxox

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Rise like a Phoenix

“I believe every person has to go through something that absolutely destroys them so they can figure out who they truly are.” —unknown

 

I had no intention of blogging today because well, to be honest, nothing was really inspiring me. Until I was scrolling through Instagram, late at night like we all do, and I saw this quote. This spoke to the deepest depths of my soul. I can only speak for myself, but if I had to guess any woman going through infertility has felt this at some point in their journey. For me this is a constant struggle. The one thing I want more than anything in the world has destroyed who I am. It has changed me in a way I never thought possible. I never thought I’d be scheduling appointments to go to therapy because I can’t control my emotions when it comes to seeing baby announcements, pregnant women in public or the baby aisle in any store. I have to go to a therapist because every time I leave the doctor it’s heartbreaking, enough so that the anxiety I feel leading up to appointments or discussing our future plans is getting to be too much. I need to learn how to cope with how this disease has changed me. Each person has their thing and some probably wonder why I talk about this so much because I should be blessed with what I have. And I am. But two years ago when I had my ovary removed, unexpectedly and didn’t find out until I came out of surgery was the worst day of my entire life. The second worse day just happened; my OB telling me parts of my organs and uterus are frozen due to the build up of scar tissue. I wanted any surgery, which would have been the fifth. I know that sounds crazy but I wanted to have it done to relieve the pain for a little bit, buy some more time to get my affairs in order for IVF and be a little more pain free in the mean time. But when he said if we do one more surgery I’ll loose everything, that killed me. I don’t think I’ve had that one break down yet that will cause me to have a full on anxiety or panic attack but I feel it’s a matter of time. I remember calling my mom after the OB visit and telling her I didn’t know how I was going to get home because I was so upset. I will say my family has been monumental in getting me through some really bad days. My parents are amazing and just them calling to check on me means more than they’ll ever know. Most of the time I’m holding back tears because I know they worry enough and I don’t want them to worry any more than they have to.

The second I saw this quote I knew I had to write. I’m not fully at the place of knowing who I am but I’m pretty sure when this is all said and done I’ll know. I think I’m going to come out of this entire journey with a completely different outlook on life. I believe everything happens for a reason and our paths are pre-destined. I believe there are no coincidences in life and that everything happens because it’s meant to. As I’ve said before I’m not 100% religious but I do believe in the universe.

But in other news, we do have a plan for IVF this summer. And yes by this summer I mean we are going to go through the process, shots, transfer and all in the next two to three months. It’s going to be a whirlwind and it’s going to happen so fast. Since I’ve documented this far I’ve decided to document how the shots are going but have decided to leave transfer day (the day we implant the embryo or embryos) to ourselves. I’m not even sure we will tell our families when that day is but please continue to send all your love our way. We feel it. I feel it. And to everyone who has reached out. Thank you.

Until Next Time

xoxoxo

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Does money bring you happiness?

There’s an age old question that keeps coming up in mind. Does money bring you happiness? For most things I am going to say no because life is all about making the most of your moments with your family, friends and those who find comfort with. I think it’s important to acknowledge that when we don’t see our loved ones we tend to be less happy, but when we see them, even if it’s just for an hour you feel better, lighter and happier. There is a but to this answer though. Wanting a child is tough and requires money and a lot of it.  For me, money is going to bring me happiness in the form of babies! Tonight Russell and I talked for a solid hour about our future, our time frame and what it looks like. We are planning on staying track to begin IVF in July!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ya’ll this makes me so excited but I’m trying not to get too excited until there is a pregnancy to announcement. But the emotion of excitement overcame me and I just have this feeling that I’ll be experiencing that feeling more often in the near future. Having conversations with Russell about where we are in our relationship and our IVF journey are so easy. I mean talking to him is like therapy for real. We both just talk about what we want and immediately in those moments try to find and come up with a compromise if one of us wants one thing and the other wants another. I think that’s something we are really good at is being able to make the best decisions for us, our relationship and our future while being able to both get what we want too. I asked the question does money buy you happiness because there are those people that say yes, money brings me lots of happiness. But in my honest opinion those types of people have something else that doesn’t them happy. Not to mention money will be around when we die and we can’t take it with us so we might as well spend money on treating ourselves right. Take that weekend vacation with your spouse to reconnect because life can get so busy you may not always find time to sit down and recap your day or just have a conversation. I also think it’s important to have a girls trip every now and then because we do grow up and start our own lives. I want to make more of an effort in seeing them because that will help me with my emotions and re-establishing the friendships I have. Ya know I feel like I’m so open with you all and I’m able to share mostly anything about our journey. Money doesn’t bring me happiness, it pays bills and helps take care of the dog, every day things and fun things as well. But I don’t believe money can bring lifelong happiness but when it comes to IVF knowing what can happen then I believe money can bring you life long happiness. There are several reasons. 1. Being a mother and not being able to do that is heartbreaking. 2. Women who want it bad enough will explore every option possible before they get to IVF because it costs as much money as a car or a down payment on a home, a wedding, and many other things I can’t think of at the moment. Right now we are at the stage where we’ve been trying for over a year and half with not even one potential for a scare or inkling that I could have been. So it’s time and we are  ready. I’m so ready to turn the entire office into a nursery (okay okay that might be too soon but you get the gist of what I’m talking about). Finally to answer the question does money bring you happiness yes, when you are going for a goal that doesn’t seem obtainable or it is for a medical reason, like trying for a baby!

As always please feel free to keep sending those positive, prayers, texts, and calls because they are very uplifting for me and for Russell. The amount of support is overwhelming and we truly couldn’t thank you all enough for how wonderful you’ve been and allowing me to just talk to you about where we are in our journey.

Until Next Time

xoxo

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To My Mother In Law

Dear Debbie,

First, I want to say I love you. I know we’ve shared our ups and downs but we’ve come out stronger and closer because of them. Second, thank you for raising such a wonderful man, who happens to be my pretty awesome husband (no bias here). Thank you for raising a man who knows not just how to treat his wife but how to communicate with me when I’m being stubborn, spoiling the living crap out of me and loving me unconditionally. Thank you for raising your first born son to be the best man I know. Without you and your guidance throughout the years he would not have such a deep understanding of what marriage truly is.

Today was a hard day. I was looking forward to today for several reasons, one being that you got to see the amazing salon I have the privilege of going to and I wanted to show you that. I also wanted to pamper you too since this year has been a bit challenging. We had our day planned out and how everything would work. I’d go to my annual (which for those reading it was awful and very painful) and come get you and we’d go get our hair done together. While waiting for Dr. McCullough in those uncomfortable paper gowns I’m trying to center myself and keep the peace flowing within my mind. I kept trying to remain calm and mostly collected after the visit. After the exam Dr. McCullough started off with a sigh. I’ve known Dr. McCullough for a long time and I know when bad news is coming and let me tell you the news I received was heartbreaking. During my exam my uterus is tilted (which for me is normal) however there is no movement at the top or left sides of the uterus. This means those parts of my uterus are being enveloped in scar tissue. Naturally my next question was about doing a scope through my belly button to see how bad it is and address the situation. Without hesitation he said no because if we go in for surgery 5 there is a possibility I would lose my right ovary and tube. That’s not a gamble I’m willing to take. He apologized and said he hopes we are able to start soon and if we can’t we need to think about freezing my eggs so we have some banked. The scariest part was hearing that we have about three months to get this started. Three months is such a short span of time and we aren’t financially there quite yet.

Second, thank you for letting me have a complete meltdown in the car. I knew I was going to tell you how the appointment went because you know about all the appointments and how the end up. Each time I fight back tears because I  never want you to worry any more than you should and do. But today was different. I couldn’t hold it in. The reality of it all just came flooding down. The actual possibility that I may never bear children. I may never make your son a father, the one thing I want to give him most in this world. Sitting there driving I was trying to talk softer and explain what everything meant because the terms and way they describe things to me can be very confusing, add not having the disease and the knowledge gets lots very easily and things become confusing. I tried everything I could to avoid crying in front of you. I tried to hold back the tears and fight through them. But my anxiety took the best of me and it’s as if the flood gates opened. In that moment I was so thankful you just listened to me as I tried to speak coherent sentences. Thank you for just allowing me to grieve and cry. Moments like that are hard to be there for, especially when you know the disease is only getting worse from here. And I can’t thank you enough for telling me to keep having faith because I’m losing it. The more bad news we get, the less faith I seem to have. Debbie, thank you for always being there when I need advice on how to handle a situation or to simply listen. Thank you for always asking how I’m feeling and what you can do to help. Today was a tough day and without you there for comfort because I thought today was the day I’d have a panic attack and wouldn’t be able to get home. Today you saved me from going off the deep end. Today you did something most people forget by wanting to put their two cents in. You listened. Not many mother in-laws would just listen, they’d say “there’s always adoption or have you thought about a surrogate?” You’re the opposite, you speak the souls of our unborn children into the universe as if they’ll be coming any day. Your positivity, faith and love for our growing family are some of the qualities I not only love but cherish about you. Thank you for being such a wonderful woman and I thank the universe every day for allowing my path to cross with Russell’s. Thanks for being such a wonderful mother in law, I couldn’t have gotten any luckier to have you in my life, I love you.

Well friends that’s all I have for now and will continue to update as more things happen.

Until Next Time

xoxox

 

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I need help

There’s no other way to say it..I need help.  I briefly discussed in a recent blog that I am suffering from anxiety and depression related to infertility. I am asking for help for so many reasons. The first reason I am asking for help is to improve my quality of life. For example, today I couldn’t get out of this funk. I keep seeing people who are so happy with their pregnancies and this new chapter in their lives. It hurts me because I want that so badly and pregnancy is not something that is going to come easily for us. Today I shut down, I cried and slept most of the day. I think this is important for me to talk about because when people see me they see someone who is happy and always smiling, especially on social media. But what I don’t share on social media are the days I want to hide from the world. The days I just cry and ask Russell why this is happening. I cry because the amount of pain I’m is so overwhelming I don’t know how to alleviate it. The pain starts in my lower back and radiates up towards my shoulder blades. Today I was a flare and my stomach went from being normal to looking like I had a bowling ball under my shirt. It is so painful and I knew my bowels were inflamed and so were other organs like my colon. I know this because I’ve been through it so much that I know which organs are directly effected by my endo. Days like today are why I need help. I’m currently looking into seeing a therapist because I feel that’s the only way I’ll be able to deal with my life right now. I talk with Russell more than I talk with anyone but I am only adding to his stress level. I don’t think it’s fair to continue to talk about my fears, my sadness, my dark thoughts without seeking the help of a professional. I think my mental health state is very fragile right now and needs to be taken more seriously. I have opted out of taking medication because once we start IVF I’d have to stop so I would feel better just seeking the help of a therapist. This has taken me a long time to get to this place. I have felt lost for quite some time now. Being and feeling lost has nothing to do with not having support from my family, friends, husband, etc. I am lost because I can’t comprehend why my body doesn’t function like everyone else’s. I feel lost in a sense that I can’t connect with my friends that are parents. I don’t want to feel that way anymore. I am also lost because I have no faith… not right now at least. I don’t believe the universe can fix this. I don’t believe anyone can fix this. And this is what I’m talking about. The negativity that just so easily comes out has to stop. I want to be in a space that no matter where I am or whom I’m talking to I want to be posiive, think positively. But I don’t right now. A lot of thoughts are why me? Some thoughts are why can’t Russell have a better wife? The man is perfect. He stops on the side of the road to help strangers fix a tire. I remember we were coming home from running some errands and the truck in front of us had some working materials falling out…they were long pieces of wood to build a deck with. The man stopped his car to put the pieces back in and Russell got out of the car to help him; he didn’t even think twice about it because that’s who he is. I love this man more than anything in the world. I’d give anything for him. But my negativity isn’t helping his stress level. He is already worried enough about me and the thought of IVF is stressful on both of us. I just know that if I talk with a therapist they can give me tasks to do that can help me when I’m in an uncomfrotable situation or a situation where I feel like giving up for the day.

I want to get back to the person I once was. The person who was fearless and thought she could do anything. I want to get back into volunteering and doing the things I used to do. But right now my anxiety and depression don’t allow me to do that. I realize I nee to help myself before I can help others. I know in the end this is going to be worth it and I know I’ll see a transfomration but it’s going to take some time to get there. As always please continue to keep Russell and I in your thoughts as IVF is quickly approaching.

Until Next Time

xoxoxo

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I See You, Do You See Me?

We aren’t going to delve deep into my brain today. I did have another blog prepared for today but decided I’d show you all a different side to me. I write poetry. Not for anyone to read but just for me. I’ve been writing since I was little. Whenever I would get frustrated or happy or sad I would write. I always had a journal and still do as an adult because I find it be very calming writing everything out before bed because then my brain isn’t going a mile a minute. I chose to share this piece with you because it’s special to and the first poem I’ve written in a while.  Writing is helping me get through this time and I think writing is going to help me with my anxiety and depression too.  That’s all for today’s post…. I hope you enjoy my poem

Until Next Time

xoxo

 

I See You, Do You See Me?

 

I see you over there

Running on the playground

Squealing on the swings with excitement

And hearing your innocent laughter

 

I see the way you look at her

It speaks of admiration, love and happiness

I see the two of you embrace

And I try to hold back my tears

 

But do you see me?

Not just my physical body

But the story my eyes tell

 

Can you feel somethings wrong?

Or wonder if the panicked look

Is me looking for someone?

 

The truth is I AM looking for someone

They just haven’t been made yet

 

I glance to see you two

Hand in hand heading home

Wishing to know what that loving touch feels like

Your small hand in the palm of mine as we walk back home

 

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Guess What?? Read the Blog to Find Out!!

“The English language lacks the words to mourn an absence. For the loss of a parent, grandparent, spouse, child or friend, we have all manner of words and phrases, some helpful some not. Still we are conditioned to say something, even if it is only “I’m sorry for your loss.” But for an absence, for someone who was never there at all, we are wordless to capture that particular emptiness. For those who deeply want children and are denied them, those missing babies hover like silent ephemeral shadows over their lives. Who can describe the feel of a tiny hand that is never held?” – Former First Lady Laura Bush

First I wanted to take a moment and thank those of you who have followed along with me on this journey and have given me positive words of encouragement. It truly has been eye opening in so many ways. I especially want to thank my parents for their guidance and their unwavering support during this time. I have never needed them as much as I do now and I’m so grateful to have the best parents in the world.

Now for some blog/talk time. I went with a different format this week by having quotes relating to how infertility can really affect someone’s life. This one I’ve seen a few times and each time I read it I got goosebumps. Her words are the words I’ve been looking for to describe what this feeling is like. When she says “Who can describe the feel of a tiny hand that is never held?” I’m going to attempt to try to allow you to understand what that feeling is like. I was driving home from Columbus and got into a serious car accident. Air bags exploded. I hit the guard rail and I was so shaken that for a moment I forgot where I was. Then as if in slow motion, four people came running over to make sure I was okay. I feel the adrenaline coursing through my body because I just realized I came out of something that only your loved ones looking over you could survive. (To this day I think it was my Grandma Vicki who saved my life). But then I start to come down from the adrenaline and realize how serious this is and start to cry. The what if’s start going in my head a mile a minute and second guessing where it all went wrong. Getting a concussion is no joke and I had one after that accident. Going through a serious car accident is how I can describe what it feels like to possibly never hold my baby in my arms. Even today I started crying (at work) because my friend Yen and I were talking about how things are going. Then I got so emotional because I said to her I can’t picture my life without my child in it. I said I’m not asking for 5 or 6 kids like I used to…just one that’s it. One healthy beautiful baby and I love him/her with every fiber of my being. The point of this blog is to flip the script and educate you just a little bit more on the affects infertility has in a couple.

Infertility for Beginners:

*Definition of Infertility (N): not being able to get pregnant after one year of trying (or six months if a woman is 35 or older). Women who can get pregnant but are unable to stay pregnant may also be infertile.

*Yes. About 10 percent of women (6.1 million) in the United States ages 15-44 have difficulty getting pregnant or staying pregnant, according to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention

*Infertility in men is most often caused by:

  • A problem called varicocele (VAIR-ih-koh-seel). This happens when the veins on a man’s testicle(s) are too large. This heats the testicles. The heat can affect the number or shape of the sperm.
  • Other factors that cause a man to make too few sperm or none at all.
  • Movement of the sperm. This may be caused by the shape of the sperm. Sometimes injuries or other damage to the reproductive system block the sperm.

Sometimes a man is born with the problems that affect his sperm. Other times problems start later in life due to illness or injury. For example, cystic fibrosis often causes infertility in men.

*Some health problems also increase the risk of infertility. So, women should talk to their doctors if they have:

  • Irregular periods or no menstrual periods
  • Very painful periods
  • Endometriosis
  • Pelvic inflammatory disease
  • More than one miscarriage

These are some of the more in depth answers to what infertility is.  We all know 1 in 8 women are going to go through infertility or 10 percent. For men the statistic is 10-15%. There are so many more factors that we forget about when it comes to infertility.

Today is the “last” day that we will celebrating National Infertility Awareness Week. So I thought why not let you in a pretty awesome opportunity I’ve received. I am involved in several organizations dedicated to bringing more awareness to those struggling with infertility. I was invited to go to Washington D.C to speak on Capitol Hill to Senators and Representatives in each state about how we need better health care for those suffering from infertility. The event is happening May 23rd! We need to find a better way for people to build their families, and I’m saying ALL families. I don’t think it should matter if a child has two moms, two dads, or live at their home where there parents are gender fluid and identify as pansexual. All I care about is trying to help that family feel the love each parent feels when their child doesn’t feel well and they need those extra snuggles that are now few and far between. All we want is to feel that unconditional love from a human being that we made together. To call ourselves a family and try to think of what life was like before your little miracle was born.

Please say a prayer for Russell and I as we are in the midst of the beginning stages of IVF. We are anxious (let me rephrase that…I’m anxious), I’ve cried more times than I can count, thanks depression, and I’m ready to do whatever it takes for this little babe to get here.

That is all I have for you tonight but please #flipthescript and go to Resolve.Org and check them out! They have wonderful information about how YOU can get involved TODAY because one day we are going to find a cure and we want you to be apart of that!

Until Next Time

xoxo

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Desperate Times Call for Faith, Hope and Trust

Have you heard of Abraham and Sarah? Did you know they were the first couple documented in history to have fertility problems? I have been doing a lot of research on their story because I want to understand how they were able to have their miracle baby Isaac. Sarah was promised by God that she would give birth, but he never told her how long it would take her. Their journey would take them through years of heartache and trying to hold onto as much faith as they could. During their marriage Sarah realized she may not be able to ever bear a child and wanted her husband to have an heir, so she told their slave Hagar to sleep with Abraham. Hagar had Ishmael and things didn’t get any better. The relationship between Hagar and Sarah became so strained Hagar ran away. During this time Sarah lost all trust in God, she lost her faith, disbelief, doubt and fear all crept in during this time. But the amazing thing is, God waited for her to come back to Him. She was ready to try again. The following year Sarah returned to God and restored her faith, she bore a son named Isaac. Abraham was 99 and Sarah was 90 when she gave birth and the heir to their family.

I take so much away from this story. Even though I’m not entirely religious, I still believe there are many lessons to be learned in this story. Faith is everything. As long as you have faith anything is possible. Talk to yourself negatively is going to diminish your faith. Perseverance is another lesson I take away from this story. Sarah is strong and she persevered through some of the toughest moments any person would have to go through. And finally, trust. Trust is an important factor in this story because without trust she would not have been able to stick with God’s word. He said they were going to bear a child and he would become their heir. They didn’t know when but God knew their plan.

When you are in the middle of struggling with infertility I can tell you first hand it is very easy to lose faith in everything. It is hard to have patience because you see a woman leaving the office with a huge smile on her face because she’s a little farther in her journey that I am.  Jealousy takes over because you wonder women and men take parenting for granted. I just don’t think they’ll ever be able to comprehend why women are so desperate to have a child. When I’m having a bad day, or can’t a hold of anyone I think back to their story. I think about how Russell is older than I am just like Abraham is older than Sarah. I think about how they have waited for the right person to have a child. I think of the sacrifices Sarah was willing to make in order to please her husband. I also think about Sarah’s unwavering faith in God. During a time like this it is so hard to not have faith. It’s hard to think that you were forgotten and your path isn’t clear because He doesn’t know what to do with it. However, I remember Sarah was 90. I hope I’m not that old when I have children because that’s just a bit too old for me. But I also realize I used to have dreams of becoming a young mother. Not like teenage young but just early twenties young. I wanted a large family, 5 maybe 6 kids. Plus the dogs running around. I wanted that picture perfect family. I know one day I’ll be blessed with a baby(ies) and I can’t wait for that day to come. Instead, my brain won’t shut off at 3am and here I am pouring my heart out again. The one thing I do know is we are in this season of life for a reason. We are going to get through this because we have each other.

I am still asking everyone to keep their fingers crossed for our grant! I’m not sure when they’ll notify the candidates but I sure hope we are chosen!

Until Next Time

xoxoxo

 

Website I was able to locate information about Sarah and Abraham’s infertility story: http://in-due-time.com/faith/sarahs-infertility/

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Fingers, Toes and Everything Else Crossed

Have you heard of Baby Quest? Or FertilityIQ? I hadn’t until I started the process to applying for grants to expand our family. Today I sent out our Baby Quest application. It consisted of 12 pages, lots of numbers, information from my doctor which had to be rushed because I waited to the literal last second to send this out (typical me), and pictures of Russell and I; which were surprisingly hard to decide on. I mean, how does a couple decide on just TWO pictures to send to complete strangers? I was like well this is my reasoning for choosing these photos what do you think? And my poor husband just looked at me in confusion like “okay…I think that’s good?”. Then there was the typical information about my condition and what steps were necessary for us to have a family. Finally, there was our story. This was hard for me to write. I wrote it because let’s be honest, I am so type A that I wouldn’t let anyone but myself write about our personal story. I couldn’t even tell you who is on this panel or how they choose a couple but they want to know all about your family, your hobbies, just basically everything about the two of you as a couple. I started off sharing about Russell’s family, since ya know age before beauty right?? LOL just kidding but I really did start with Russell’s family. Then I went on to mine. I included everyone, including our nieces and nephews. Then I talked about us. And the one thing I wanted to touch on in this blog is selflessness. As we all know my husband is eleven (and a half but he hates when I say that) years older than I am. He doesn’t have children, except our dogs and would love to be a father. I know this because when we first met he told me his dream was to become a parent at a young age. He admired his parents and all they did for him and his siblings growing up and that’s the life he wanted. But destiny had a different path for him. He ended up meeting me when he was 28 and I was 17. We obviously didn’t start dating for almost a year and have been together ever since. I’ve even had the pleasure of pulling off one hell of a surprise 40th birthday party in January. But we are talking about a man who has loved on his nieces and nephews as if they were his own. Our one niece Kaliegh gets so excited to see him that every time she does she yells, “Hi Uncle Rusty!!” in that sweet, innocent voice only a little girl has. He loves those kids with every fiber of his being. I couldn’t help but feel hope for the first time in a while as I dropped that packet in the mail today. For the first time I thought maybe we have a chance at watching a little human grow; hear them speak their first words, watch them take their first steps. And in that moment at the post office I realized just how selfless my husband was all through his twenties. He could have just had a child because he really wanted to be a father. But what he was waiting for was a family. He was waiting for the person who could fulfill those dreams. That person happened to be me but little did we know I would be broken, both metaphorically and realistically. The irony of his selflessness is that he waited for a person who can’t bear children, not naturally anyway. He waited all this time, had all these life experiences only to marry someone who can’t give him the one thing in life he’s always wanted, a family. As I sit here in the quiet I am overcome with emotion because his selflessness is one of the many reasons I have hope. Hope that the people on this panel will read our story and see our pictures (which we chose a picture from our wedding and a picture from the first Michigan game I ever went to) and understand why we want this grant. I will not say that we are more deserving over another couple because we aren’t. We are just two people who love each other very much and want to share that love with a child of our own.

We hope you keep your fingers crossed with us as we wait to get the news of whether or not we are chosen for this grant.

Until Next Time

xoxoxo