Sunday, January 30, 2011


Mike & I are ECSTATIC to announce (to the whole ENTIRE world!) that we have a little on the way! "Baby Lew's" expected time of arrival is August 27th!

The news of Baby Lew definitely made an entrance .... a bumpy road to start us off, for sure!

Our story/adventure/roller coaster/vallies/mountain tops...and GO!

Mike & I tried for about six months to get pregnant....not very long considering the average couple takes about a year. However, if you have ever "tried" to get pregnant and didn't on the first or second try....any length of time can become frustrating. We knew this chapter of our lives had the possibility of being difficult as I had endometriosis and scar tissue from surgeries to work against. Much to my surprise, at first, it wasn't either of those things to begin with. For some unknown reason (at first), over the past year, I would go 3 and 4 months without a cycle. This did not change after stopping birth control.....after 5 months, I made an appointment with my doctor.

The doctor prescribed me a 10 day pack of Provera to jump start my system again. After completing it, I started my cycle 5 days later. I honestly have never been so excited for it to come in my ENTIRE life! My mom & sister had arrived the night before and I greeted them the next morning with "I started my period, whoo-hooooo!". I think they were a little confused, as we had been trying to get pregnant, and a period would obviously indicate the opposite. I broke out the calendar and marked day 1!

There is so much to know about your body and your cycle when you start trying to conceive. 28 days never in my life meant a thing to me until now. My body showed no signs of ovulation when on the calendar said I should...around day 12? I think. So, I just sighed and went on with life. Honestly, at this point, I was sort of over it. I started looking at "the brighter" side....the longer it takes, the more money we will save before the little one arrives! Who knows if that's really how it goes, but for me then, it sounded good.

Thursday, December 2nd....Mike & I had plans to attend the infamous Lakeland Christmas Parade with our small group. It was that day that I, for the first time, showed signs of ovulation. Jenny DeAngelis joked that we should skip the parade...but there was no way we were missing out on that! :0) Besides, I wasn't sold on the fact that this was "it"....after all, my body was slightly off course.

Thursday December 9th...the day I should have started my period for a typical 28 day cycle. I had instructions from my doctor to take a test on the first day of my missed period and if it was negative to take another on day 7 of my missed period. If they both were negative, I would be seen again to possibly do another round of Provera in hopes to get mother nature back on track. Well, the impatient person I am, called the doc as soon as I got my first negative. I really wanted to get in before Christmas if I was going to have to go through this 15 day process again. She pleaded with me (basically).....just wait. Call me back on day 7 if it's negative. I TRIED to convince her that I was not pregnant...I was even a little crampy.

Saturday December 18th....Liz, Rebekah, & Stephen were in town to have Christmas. I woke up because I was cramping so terribly bad. I got up expecting my period. Nope. So, I peed on the stick (only because the nurse told me to)....left it on the toilet and joined Liz for a cup of Santa's White Christmas coffee (my FAVORITE!). Sleeping beauty (Mike) wakes up, comes to the bedroom door....and here is how it went.

Mike- "ummmm, babe, i think you need to come here."
Me- "ooooook."
(Mike leads me to the bathroom....and seriously, I have NO CLUE as to what he's gonna say)
(Mike holds up the stick)
Mike- "I think you're pregnant"
(I laughed it really, I did)
Me- "nah, it's just been sitting there ENTIRELY too long and all the lines showed up"
Mike- "wellllllll, don't you think you should take another one?"
Me- "I guess, but I only have 4 drops of pee in me"
Mike- "well, try it anyway"

INSTANTLY, both lines appeared. Mike and I hugged, but I honestly was in so much shock, I didn't know how to celebrate. I called Liz in, held them both up and she agreed that I was pregnant, haha. I wasn't convinced, apparently. I threw on some clothes and headed to wal-mart to but the most expensive test I could find and took two more that afternoon and one again the next morning. It was true. We were having a baby!

Monday December 20th....Liz and the siblings headed back to Madison. That night around 10:30 I was cramping so bad I was in tears. I woke Mike up and told him we were going to the ER. I felt like everything in me was going to come out (gross, I know). Mike's mom came over quickly and we headed to the ER. We were taken back almost immediately. They pulled blood and did an ultrasound.

Tuesday December 21st....Weeee hours of the morning.....the doctor comes in and explains HcG (human chorionic's that for a big word?) to Mike and I. It's the hormone in your blood that turns pregnancy tests positive. They dated my pregnancy from my last cycle which put me at 6 weeks. At 6 weeks, your HcG levels should be over 1,000. Mine were 389. He also said that SOMETHING should be seen in the uterus on the ultrasound.....and there wasn't. And after more talking...basically told us we needed to see our doctor because he didn't know if we were having a tubule pregnancy or if we had already lost the baby. Devastated doesn't even touch how I felt....I was disappointed. I was mad. I was scared. I was confused with the fact that I was SO devastated about something I had only known about for 3 days. I could talk to NO ONE without absolutely losing myself. The support from our family and close friends that knew already was unbelievable. I got texts all day long with words of encouragement and prayers. We even had a few people visit just to share a hug and tears.

Wednesday December 22nd....Went in to see my OB, Dr. Lavar in Orlando. He, on the other hand, heard our story and was so very optimistic. I explained to him how wacky my cycle had been and that I was sure I ovulated 2 weeks later than the "normal". He thought that explained everything. I wasn't 6 weeks pregnant. I was 2 weeks and 3 days pregnant! How is that for finding out early? Dr. Lavar told us that he felt good about this pregnancy....that there was hope and we shouldn't be so devastated just yet. He ordered HcG levels to be repeated the next day and expected that they should be doubled if the pregnancy was at all viable. In addition, it was noted that sometime over the past couple of years, I had developed polycystic ovarian syndrome (PCOS). Dr. Lavar looked Mike & I both in the face and told us that it was a miracle that we even got pregnant, not necessarily because of my pre-existing conditions, but because of my "newest " one, PCOS. Ok...physiology lesson.....there are 2 hormones that are related to a cycle...FSH (follicle stimulating hormone) & LH (lutenizing hormone). FSH matures follicles (eggs) in ovary...LH tells the ovary to release the egg. If I remember correctly, LH should be higher than FSH. Mine were backward....that explained why I had been missing cycles (the hormone to produce an egg wasn't high enough to trigger the hormone to release it and get rid of it thru a cycle)....what it didn't explain was my pregnancy (REALLY/TECHNICALLY, I should have never ovulated....but, I did) (<--miracle) (<--those come from God) (<--and He answers prayers)

(there will be a test at the end of this BOOK! ha!)

Thursday December 23rd....HcG levels pulled in the morning. I had to wait ALL DAY to hear the results. They had gone from 389 to 1080. Doctor was very pleased, but we weren't out of the woods yet....a tubule pregnancy could not yet be ruled out. He wanted me to come in Christmas morning with an empty stomach to repeat HcG levels and ultrasound. If they had not doubled and there was nothing in the uterus, he would take me into surgery.

Saturday December 25th....Merry Christmas! Mike went in to work...I went over to pick up Mike's mom, Cathy, and Gram to go with me to Orlando. I was so nervous, but knew that God had a plan either way and that was the best plan. Well, on the ultrasound was Baby Lew....and he/she was hanging out in the uterus! And my HcG level was 2625! Dr. Lavar was and I quote "pumped!". 5 weeks here!

Monday January 3rd....We went in for a follow-up ultrasound and first OB workup. Baby Lew had a heartbeat! We were excited until we saw the nurse practitioner and she wasn't so much. She thought 108 was too low. She suggested that it may be because the heart hadn't formed completely orrrrr that it could be a miscarriage in the happening. Sigh. I honestly was speechless. As if the past 2 weeks were not the longest weeks of my entire life, we had to wait another week. 6 weeks 2 days

Monday January 10th....Baby Lew grew a lot! And so did the little heart! 142! Dr. Murvis was extremely happy and sent us on our way! I wanted to stand on a roof top and tell everyone right then, but my husband hid the ladder! 7 weeks 2 days

Wednesday February 15th.....Hellooooo second trimester! How I have been waiting on YOU! :0D We had an ultrasound....and I won't lie, my heart was TOTALLY guarded. I had prepared myself for the worst. Little faith of me, I know. I almost couldn't help it though with all we had been through. However, almost instantaneously....jelly on the belly....BABY on the screen! OH MY GOSH....ELATED! Mike and I have ONE....never been so relieved! TWO.....never been so amazed! THREE...never thought that the entire baby would be then, that week.....AND he/she was MOVING ALL OVER!!! I mean, flipping, rolling....hands in the the face! We saw 10 fingers and a nose! She asked me to cough one time and it appeared I woke a giant sleeping BEAR! The baby threw it's arms in the air and push it's legs out.....can you HEAR THE EXCITEMENT through the screen here? :0D For the first time, we both ARE so extremely excited! Mike has lost sleep over what to do with tax return money, selling the truck, etc.

Reflecting back on this all...I see God's hand all up in our business! ....and I am so grateful. I am a child of little faith. I was unwilling to accept His, what did he do for me? He instilled His confidence in everyone around me. Jenn Stiverson visited the morning after the ER. We just cried at first. She went on to tell me that she had been praying so hard for Mike and I and every time she prayed, she kept seeing the star of Bethlehem over us. She said that she just felt like that was God saying He had us taken care of. There were many others....and all were right. And prayer...I didn't know what to pray....or how to pray, but I didn't have to. My family, my small group, my friends near and far.....they all did it for me. And to all of you who did, thank you for letting God use you to minister to me during a time when my faith was almost gone.

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