And the three become four...

I'm back...and I come bearing exciting news if you hadn't guessed yet by the title of this post!!! Yes, Santi and I are expecting yet again, hence my absence for the last three months! Santi, Tevez, and I are about to add another member to our little family. So far the third time has been the charm for us, and we are putting our faith in Him with this pregnancy. By His grace I will carry this little one to term. So...since I have been avoiding you all for the last few months in an attempt to keep our secret under wraps, I will give you a timeline of events.

Giving it another shot-Due to my previous losses, my wonderful doctor decided the best bet for me to have a viable pregnancy was a combination of Clomid and progesterone supplements. We were nervous about the prospect of multiples with Clomid, especially having conceived twins naturally the first time around, but we decided if God wanted us to have twins so be it. It had been a tough journey for us and while we were anxious about the new treatments, we were thankful that our doctor was willing to find a solution to our problem before we had to suffer another loss. Most doctors refuse to run tests until you have had three or more losses. I think that's crazy. Our doctor is a blessing.

October 30th, 2010-Two tests confirmed what I already knew...we were pregnant again!!!

Even though we were thrilled beyond belief, this wasn't the first go around at pregnancy for us...and we were nervous. We tried to go about our normal routine for the next couple of weeks until our first appointment, but we may have purchased a little Halloween outfit on the sale rack after Halloween...

November 18th, 2010- We had our first doctor's appointment. She did an early ultrasound to make sure everything was progressing normally, and to give us some peace of mind. I couldn't even look at the screen until I heard her say, "There's the baby, and there's the heartbeat!". We were so thrilled that our tiny little bean was growing and thriving! This was the first time we had a positive experience with an ultrasound, and we were relieved. We found out our due date would be July 9th, 2011! We went out for lunch to celebrate afterward. Even though we had something wonderful to celebrate, it didn't take long for the nervousness and worry to creep in again. I was feeling waaaay to good to be pregnant, and although I was thankful, it also made me constantly fear that things weren't going well. I guess this is just how being pregnant after a loss goes.

This is our little one at 6 weeks, 4 days. Sooo tiny, but there's a heartbeat!


December 7th, 2010- Our second doctor's appointment seemed like it took forever to arrive. We got to have another ultrasound (I never get tired of those!) to check on our little one. He/she was moving around like crazy and had grown significantly in size since the last time we got a peek! It was so exciting and such a relief. We went out to celebrate making it through yet another doctor's appointment.

This is our baby at 9 weeks, 4 days. She/he is growing!

Now, we had to wait four whole weeks for our next appointment. It was torture. Even more so since I was feeling pretty great aside from my random food aversions and being a little more tired than normal. On Christmas Day I hit 12 weeks, I was officially the most pregnant I had ever been, and we breathed a sigh of relief. We even decided to start letting the family know little by little. Up until this point we had only shared the news with close friends and our immediate families, and it felt like a relief to let the secret out, but we were still anxious. Thankfully having lots of visitors kept us busy over the holidays and the time flew. Before we knew it it was time for another appointment, and I was just shy of 14 weeks!

January 7, 2011-We headed to the doctor for our third visit and I was extremely nervous. This was the first visit they would attempt to hear the heartbeat and get a reading via the doppler. My stomach was in knots waiting for the doctor to find the heartbeat, but I was relieved to hear that the reason it was taking so long was because our little one was moving all over the place and wouldn't stay still! She finally got a reading at 153 beats per minute. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. When we left the office, we went to schedule the next appointment...the anatomy scan! I cannot believe on February 11th we will find out if this is a little boy or a little girl. After all we have been through in the last year, I never imagined we would reach this point. We are so blessed. God is faithful!

And that brings us to now. As of yesterday, I am 15 weeks along. For those of you that like to know the months, divide by 4. And for those of you who can't do math, that's almost four months! As far as the belly, well I was in denial at first but in the last week or so it's become rather evident and hard to conceal. I caved and bought some maternity pants yesterday. I might as well be comfortable right?

We have done a pretty crummy job of taking belly pictures, but I will try to do better. Here is one of me around 9 weeks as sort of a "before" picture (ignore my terrible hair):

Yes I am wearing a Halloween shirt. Since we found out Halloween weekend, we decided it would be funny for me to wear the Halloween shirt all the way up until July to see how small it gets.

Here is a comparison picture of me at 15 weeks. Ok, I am bigger. Yikes.

Well, now that the word is out, we hope that we will be in your thoughts and prayers over the next 5 months and beyond as we prepare to welcome this new person into our lives.

October 15th

Today is national Pregnancy/Miscarriage and Infant Loss Awareness Day. Being "1 in 4" myself, and knowing many other friends and family members who have been through the same thing, I feel it is important to be a part of the movement to "break the silence".

I never imagined our journey to start our family would take us through such heartache and pain, but it did, and it has forever changed us. After our first loss, so many friends and family members shared their stories of loss with us, and it helped bring us through a very difficult time. At the time of our loss, three of my close friends actually suffered a loss as well. I just never knew it affected so many. And no one talks about it.

For those that have never been through it, it's hard to understand. For those that have been blessed with children, imagine the excitement you felt when you first learned you were expecting. You loved that new life growing inside of you already, and it represented so many hopes and dreams. For those that go through a miscarriage or pregnancy loss, those hopes and dreams are crushed. It fills you with a grief as strong and deep as any loss would bring, and yet you feel like you can't talk about it, and you feel like you can't share what you are going through with others.This is the hardest thing. The silence. I have been fortunate enough to meet some wonderful women in an online support group that have given me an incredible amount of strength and encouragement, and talking to others who have been through it has been so helpful. If you have dealt with the pain and grief of loss, you shouldn't have to go through it alone.

While I am doing well now, and looking forward to the future and the blessing of children, I will never view pregnancy and motherhood in the same was as I did before my losses. I know that my innocence has been stolen away, and when we are blessed with another opportunity to be parents, the joy will always be overshadowed by fear. Even so, I look forward to continuing our journey, and God has provided me with a renewed sense of hope as we wait for another blessing.

Season of Rain

 I love this song by Josh Garrels, and since I couldn't find it to put into my playlist on here, I decided just to post the lyrics. It really suits this season in our lives.   

Season of Rain

Praise the Lord, when it’s all gone wrong

Everything fades but our love shines on

Praise the Lord, when your hope is gone

Everything fades but our love shines on

Like waves on the ocean singing old songs

Like waves on the ocean breaking beyond

So faint the impatient can’t hear

The sound of the one without years

The culmination of every child’s tears

Form tide breaking on the eternal lands

Time stands still

In the moment when we are healed

I questioned if this was real

But then I opened up my heart and I could feel

The feather of a bird in the wind

Fire in the brush if we only

Speak when we must

A hush of heart will become a good treausure

Kept in a place without systems of measure

But as real as an undying love

We will discern what comes from above

Compared to that which could never be sustained

The season of rain will bring labor pain

But its end will be the most wonderful

Joy, Oh Lord

Praise the Lord when it’s all gone wrong

Everything fades but our love shines on

Praise the Lord when your hope is gone

Everything fades but our love shines on

Like waves on the ocean singing old songs

Like waves on the ocean breaking beyond

Ch-ch-ch-changes

You know that song about changes right? Well...we have one big life change to announce. No, unfortunately we aren't expecting again....but Santi did get a new job!!! As of Monday morning, his new title will be personal banker at Chase. This isn't exactly the opportunity we had been imagining when he finished school and began his job search, but we have prayed and prayed about the "right" opportunity coming his way, and we believe that this is the opportunity God feels is right for him at this point. The pay will be about the same as Verizon, but the kicker is that he will have regular hours! This may not seem like a huge deal, but it is. It's is such an amazing blessing to know that he will now be working normal M-F hours with weekends off! Since we began dating over 6 years ago, one of us has always had an irregular schedule with weekend shifts. This will be the first time we will be on the same schedule, and we are so thrilled. I know he is anxious about starting something new after three years at Verizon, and we are hoping and praying that this new job renews his spirit. He has been so exhausted with retail hours and stress for the last couple of years, and why we are very thankful for the wonderful opportunities he had at Verizon, especially with them paying for his school, we are looking forward to what this new job may bring.

What Not to Say...

What we wish you knew about pregnancy loss:

A letter from women to their friends and family
by Elizabeth Soutter Schwarzer
I assert no copyright for the material. Please use it as you see fit to help women who have endured this terrible grief. Thank you.

When women experience the loss of a child, one of the first things they discover they have in common is a list of things they wish no one had ever said to them. The lists tend to be remarkably similar. The comments are rarely malicious - just misguided attempts to soothe.

This list was compiled as a way of helping other people understand pregnancy loss. While generated by mothers for mothers, it may also apply similarly to the fathers who have endured this loss.
When trying to help a woman who has lost a baby, the best rule of thumb is a matter of manners: don't offer your personal opinion of her life, her choices, her prospects for children. No woman is looking to poll her acquaintances for their opinions on why it happened or how she should cope.

-Don't say, "It's God's Will." Even if we are members of the same congregation, unless you are a cleric and I am seeking your spiritual counseling, please don't presume to tell me what God wants for me. Besides, many terrible things are God's Will, that doesn't make them less terrible.

-Don't say, "It was for the best - there was probably something wrong with your baby." The fact that something was wrong with the baby is what is making me so sad. My poor baby never had a chance. Please don't try to comfort me by pointing that out.

-Don't say, "You can always have another one." This baby was never disposable. If had been given the choice between losing this child or stabbing my eye out with a fork, I would have said, "Where's the fork?" I would have died for this baby, just as you would die for your children.

-Don't say, "Be grateful for the children you have." If your mother died in a terrible wreck and you grieved, would that make you less grateful to have your father?

-Don't say, "Thank God you lost the baby before you really loved it." I loved my son or daughter. Whether I lost the baby after two weeks of pregnancy or just after birth, I loved him or her.

-Don't say, "Isn't it time you got over this and moved on?" It's not something I enjoy, being grief-stricken. I wish it had never happened. But it did and it's a part of me forever. The grief will ease on its own timeline, not mine - or yours.

-Don't say, "Now you have an angel watching over you." I didn't want her to be my angel. I wanted her to bury me in my old age.

-Don't say, "I understand how you feel." Unless you've lost a child, you really don't understand how I feel. And even if you have lost a child, everyone experiences grief differently.

-Don't tell me horror stories of your neighbor or cousin or mother who had it worse. The last thing I need to hear right now is that it is possible to have this happen six times, or that I could carry until two days before my due-date and labor 20 hours for a dead baby. These stories frighten and horrify me and leave me up at night weeping in despair. Even if they have a happy ending, do not share these stories with me.

-Don't pretend it didn't happen and don't change the subject when I bring it up. If I say, "Before the baby died..." or "when I was pregnant..." don't get scared. If I'm talking about it, it means I want to. Let me. Pretending it didn't happen will only make me feel utterly alone.

- Don't say, "It's not your fault." It may not have been my fault, but it was my responsibility and I failed. The fact that I never stood a chance of succeeding only makes me feel worse. This tiny little being depended upon me to bring him safely into the world and I couldn't do it. I was supposed to care for him for a lifetime, but I couldn't even give him a childhood. I am so angry at my body you just can't imagine.

-Don't say, "Well, you weren't too sure about this baby, anyway." I already feel so guilty about ever having complained about morning sickness, or a child I wasn't prepared for, or another mouth to feed that we couldn't afford. I already fear that this baby died because I didn't take the vitamins, or drank too much coffee, or had alcohol in the first few weeks when I didn't know I was pregnant. I hate myself for any minute that I had reservations about this baby. Being unsure of my pregnancy isn't the same as wanting my child to die - I never would have chosen for this to happen.

-Do say, "I am so sorry." That's enough. You don't need to be eloquent. Say it and mean it and it will matter.

-Do say, "You're going to be wonderful parents some day," or "You're wonderful parents and that baby was lucky to have you." We both need to hear that.

-Do say, "I have lighted a candle for your baby," or "I have said a prayer for your baby."

-Do send flowers or a kind note - every one I receive makes me feel as though my baby was loved. Don't resent it if I don't respond.

-Don't call more than once and don't be angry if the machine is on and I don't return your call. If we're close friends and I am not responding to your attempts to help me, please don't resent that, either. Help me by not needing anything from me for a while. "