I'm baaaack. Sorry for the hiatus....the very long hiatus. As many of you can relate, being pregnant, having a baby, and being a mom of three doesn't always leave me with much free time. But, now I'm back in the swing of things (sort of) and I feel need to bring back the baby blog. There is so much pressure on parents today and we need a voice. I would like this blog to be a forum where moms (and dads, guardians, future parents, etc) can come together and talk about parenting.
We need a support system. We need a place where we can ask questions, voice concerns, and have a laugh, without judgement. Being a good parent is the hardest and most gratifying thing I've ever done, but I seem to face an enormous amount of judgment and pressure. Everyone has an opinion and they are more than willing to cram it down my throat. I've been judged about everything, and I mean everything, I've done as a mother. From my children's clothes, diet, sleep, hair, discipline, bath temperature, breastfeeding feeding, attachment, vaccinations, baby development, etc., I've been told I'm doing it wrong.
At first, I felt defeated and alone. Not now. Now I am a mother of a 15 year old boy, a 14 year old girl, a 15 month boy, and I feel victorious! I am a great mom! I make my mistakes, but I'm a great mom. Some days I go to sleep wishing I had done something different, but I always go to sleep knowing I loved my children that day, and I learn from my mistakes. No parent is perfect; no parent has all the answers.
So, this is what I'm doing; making a place where we can share, talk, laugh, cry, without judgement. It's hard not to judge; I catch myself judging other parents, but I try my best to stop and encourage them instead if possible. No more judgment! We have enough stacked against us as parents, we need a community that uplifts us, not one that adds to the pile.
Please, please, leave your comments, questions, suggested topics, stories, and even your pictures. This is a place for you, not just me. This is a place for us.
Can't wait to hear from you!
Baby Pains
A Journey of Motherhood
Friday, May 8, 2015
Sunday, August 4, 2013
Almost to the Good Part!
Pregnancy: Week 11
I know, I
know, I’m a bad blogger for taking so long to update. I’m sorry. Those of you
that have been pregnant will understand (and hopefully the rest of you as well)
when I say; I’ve been too queasy and exhausted to do much of anything lately.
I’m nearing the 12 week mark, so with any luck, I’ll start feeling better soon.
Let’s get the
usual pregnancy questions out of the way. . . Yes, I’m queasy ALL the time. No,
I’m not throwing up (thanking God for that). The main source of my constant
state of pukey is acid reflux. I normally take an acid reflux med that stops my
stomach from producing too much acid, but it’s not safe for the 1st
trimester. Instead, I’ve been taking Zantac and it’s made a huge difference.
There were a few weeks where I was in agony. Now, I’m just constantly queasy
and have a stomach ache. Eating is hard. Everything sounds gross and hurts my
stomach, so when something sounds good, we buy it in mass quantity! It doesn’t
help matters that my new super power is having a dog’s sense of smell. I smell everything
. . . everything . . . from a mile away. Very few things smell good, but not
very many things make me too sick. It’s just a general dislike of most foods
and smells because I am so queasy at all times. Add to that a lovely case of indigestion
causing me to burp constantly and of course the usual pregnancy constipation. Organic
apple juice seems to help with the constipation, but nothing changes the indigestion.
I also can’t take my allergy pills so I have a constant runny nose, sinus pain,
and a sore throat (that is partly from the reflux).
I also have to
deal with something most pregnant women don’t; shots. When a woman becomes
pregnant naturally, she drops an egg and develops a sack on her ovary where the
egg came from. This sack is responsible for the all the production of her
progesterone. After 12 weeks, the placenta is formed and takes over producing
progesterone. Since I didn’t drop an egg, I have to continue supplementing my
progesterone until 12 weeks. The needle is 1.5 inches, the med is mixed with
oil so it’s very thick and hard to absorb. I am covered in bruises, knots, and
Charlie horses on my legs and butt. Have you ever run a race or done some very
physical activity where right when you reached the end you fell apart? “I can’t
do this anymore! I’m not gonna make it!”, as tears stream down your face? I am
to that point. I haven’t cried, but if my doctor told me I had to do an extra
week, I’d be able to water the garden with my tears. And the catalyst that
makes all of this soooo much more FUN is the HEAT!! Yes, that is just what
every person that is sick to their stomach, in unrelenting pain, exhausted and
generally uncomfortable wants . . .TO BE HOT!!!
Normally, I
love the summer. Not this year. This year I hate the summer. I dream of fall.
In the fall it will be cool. In the fall my allergies won’t bother me. In the
fall I’ll have a little belly and I’ll feel like a cute pregnant lady not
bloated. In the fall I won’t have to do shots. In the fall I won’t feel like
puking all the time!!! In the fall I’ll sleep better because I won’t be
sweating and fighting with the fan. The fall is my friend.
I kn0w it
sounds bad, but really, I’m very lucky. I’ve known plenty of women that have
been VERY sick during their pregnancies. I may have a high risk pregnancy, but
I’m healthy and so is baby, and you can’t beat that! I am blessed! I’ll take
the sleepless nights because of my stomach aching. I’ll take all the discomfort
and shots and other crap. I’ll take it for this beautiful miracle inside of me.
God has blessed me and He will see me through this. I am lucky to have people
in my life that here for me, loving me, on this journey. My husband, children,
and best friend have all risen to the occasion and are my survival. Anything I
need or want; my husband gets, day or night. Anytime I need help, no matter
what type, my children run to my call. They never complain or seem bothered.
And my best friend’s emotional support is like sitting in my favorite chair;
she knows just how to ease my stresses and bring me to a peaceful place. I’m
even more blessed to have other friends and a surrogate Mom (mine isn’t in the
picture) that would be here for me at a moment’s notice.
The only great
thing about being a high risk pregnancy, is that I get to have ultrasounds
every 2 weeks. That is amazing! Most women get 3 per pregnancy. I get to see my
baby growing. I’ve seen its heart beating, spine, brain, eye sockets and tiny
arms and legs. Because I get to have so many ultrasounds, I get to bring my
loved ones with me to share in the excitement. I could not be luckier!
So, although
I’ve got my share of pregnancy obstacles, I’ve got a support system that won’t
quit, and a God that is mightier than any hurdle I’ll face. Praise the Lord!
Thursday, June 20, 2013
I am not alone!!
Pregnancy:
Week 5, entry 1
Technically I am around 4-5 weeks
pregnant, but for the sake of the blog, it’s week 5, entry 1.
Before I get into all the latest news, I
wanted to clear something up about last week’s blog. I mentioned last week that
my son-from-another-mother stayed with me and helped care for me after the last
procedure. I meant my good friend Charity’s son whom I love like my own. As
many of you know, I have two children that I have adopted. I would never ever
refer to them as children-from-another-mother. They are my children, I am their
mother, and I would never distinguish between a child I birthed or did not. Any
child I am mother to is my child no matter how God brings them to me!
Moving on to more exciting things!! I am
pregnant!
I
continue my progesterone shots for the first three months of pregnancy, and
continue my patches for a few weeks. The progesterone shots are a real nuisance
but very necessary. Since I didn’t drop an egg like a regular pregnancy would,
my body won’t produce progesterone on its own until my placenta is thick enough
to take over. The shots themselves suck!!! The needle is the biggest there is;
one and a half inches, the oil is knotting up my butt, and at least once or
twice per week Eric can’t give me my shot so it’s a scramble to find a
replacement. Luckily, a gal I know just became a nurse, and kindly offered to
fill in anytime I needed her. Every need I have, God provides! I was double
lucky because her mother is a seasoned nurse and suggested I ask my doctor if I
could do some of the shots in my thighs to give my butt a rest. To be honest
with you, I didn’t know how I was going to survive three more months of these
shots in my butt. I don’t have very much room back there and I’m finding it
quite painful. So, I took her advice, and asked my doctor’s office about the
shots in my thighs. She said yes! I was so relieved. Eric and I have done the
last two shots in either thigh and it is awesome. One went off without a hitch,
but I wanted to learn on the second one, and that was no good. This morning my
thigh is pretty sore, but still way better than my hinny.
My plan all along with this blog was to transition
into pregnancy and eventually motherhood. So, from now on, my pictures and
weekly inserts will be all about my ever growing belly and baby. This has
already been quite a journey, and it has only just begun!
Friday, June 14, 2013
The Final Count Down
IVF: Week 5
The final days are here. Luckily, this
past week has been very busy and has kept me occupied. The kids had their last
day of school yesterday, my daughter graduated from the 6th grade
(whatever that means), we had our end of the year party at Wednesday night
church with our class, I’ve been baking, cleaning, and groaning about my ever
hurting pooper. My mind has been busy, which is a great blessing from the Lord.
I haven’t had much time to think about what is to come tomorrow.
The best, and worst, distraction of them
all has been the daily shots in my butt. The oil is knotting up my rear and causing
me significant pain and discomfort. I massage it, I heat it, I walk up and down
and up and down the stairs to work it in, I moan, I groan, I do everything but
throw myself on the floor and kick my feet. It started getting bad around
Sunday. None of my shots have really hurt other than the prick of the needle
and occasional burning, but now this shot is hurting during the injection as
well. The worst of it was Wednesday night. It caused my cheek to develop a
huge, painful, lump, that now prevents me from having any more shots on that
side of my butt. So now, the other side of my butt is taking all of the all the
shots and lumps and pain.
Tomorrow we find out if it was all worth
it. The beauty of tomorrow is that I will either be pregnant and continue my
shots, or I won’t be, and I get to live a normal life again. Either way, it is
in the hands of the Lord, and I trust in Him. This has been a daunting process
and I am eager for it to end. I am tired of the pain, the toll this has taken
on my body, the lack of exercise, difficulty sleeping, the bloating, and mostly
the emotional toll. In the end, whether or not I receive a child from this
process, I’m glad I went through it. I’ve learned much about my life, my friends,
and the path I want to take in the future.
Tomorrow is the big day. The finish line
will be crossed, or a new marathon will begin. . .
Monday, June 10, 2013
The Procedures . . .DUN DUN DUN!!!
IVF:
Week 4
This has been to week to end all weeks.
The day after my last post I had my follicular aspiration (eggs harvested). It
is a minor surgery but very short.
First thing they laid me on the table and
hooked up my IV. The first drug they gave me was an antibiotic. Then they gave
me something that made me a bit drunky. I have a very weak system and don’t
respond well to narcotics, so the rest of the meds were a big scary monster to
me. I made sure to ask for the anti-nausea med before they gave me the hard
stuff instead of after like they usually do. Lastly, came the Demerol and the
gas. I faintly remember the nurse telling me to take big breaths through my
mouth and then groaning from the pain of the 10 inch needle piercing my cervix.
She gave me more Demerol, and the rest is history.
Once we got me up and in the car, I knew
something was wrong. The car ride home was unbearable. Everything hurt, but I
had a sharp pain radiating up my right side. If you are unfamiliar with the
procedure, they take a 10 inch needle and put it through the cervix up into an
ovary and extract the eggs, then do it to the other side. Fun!!
After we got home, I lay down on the couch
and wanted desperately to sleep but that was not an option. The pain was
getting worse. Around 5 hours later my husband had to go back to the doctor’s
office to deposit his half of the procedure. After I insisted to him that the
pain on my right side was NOT normal, he called the doctor and we were advised
that I come with him to the office.
The doctor did 2 ultrasounds (one from
the outside and one from the inside . . . they both hurt) and poking and
prodding on my belly. He found that my right ovary had been bleeding. My belly
had around100- 200 ccs of blood in it, but luckily, he suspected it had stopped
bleeding. He said if it continued that I would need surgery that evening to
suck out all the blood. He gave us instructions on how to determine if the
bleeding was stopping or continuing and sent us home.
The following days were very painful.
Actually, it’s still painful now and it’s been 9 days. My belly was swollen, my
ovaries were swollen, and all my internal organs were absorbing the blood which
means they were bruising. Going pee was excruciating. I couldn’t sit up straight;
I discovered I couldn’t eat because I was able to digest smoothly due to all
the blood absorbing into my intestines. This is something I had been through
before with my ovarian cysts, but now I had even more pains and aches. My
greatest concern was whether or not it would affect the transfer of the
fertilized embryos.
Thursday came and I still wasn’t close to
healed. The embryos HAD to be transferred 5 days after the eggs were extracted,
so healed or not, they were going in! This procedure was much different. The
embryos had been in a nice warm incubator so the room had to be tropical-hot as
to not shock them but keep them nice and happy. I lay on the table in the dark,
hot, quiet room. There was only one light on and it was shining brightly into
the one place you never want a spot light. They had to insert and catheter
through my cervix and into my uterus. The embryos had to be placed in very
specific spot so they did a test run to make sure they had the perfect angle
and depth. Normally, this would not be painful and would just be uncomfortable,
but because of all the swelling and bruising, there were moments of pain as
well as discomfort. One of my friends had said something to me earlier that day
that really stuck with me . . .she said
that most people don’t get to know the exact moment that God blesses them with
a child. I was so blessed by this recognition of truth. During the procedure I
began to pray, but then my prayer changed to praise. I praised God for
everything He is. I would usually praise Him for all the blessings He was
giving me at that moment, but instead I just praise Him for who He is. It was
AWSOME! I felt to humbled and blessed to lay at His feet and worship. Afterward,
I had to lie on one side for 15 minutes then switch sides for 15 more. Then I
was instructed to take it very easy for the rest of that night; no opening
doors, no lifting, no carrying, no pulling, only rest and a light meal. The
following 3 days were the most crucial. I had my son-from-another-mother stay
with me in case I needed something done that was strenuous. The doctor said
that I could resume normal activities other than exercise and of course
anything that was vigorous. It’s been 4 days since they implanted the embryos
in my womb, and I’m pretty much living normally. I still have pains and bloat and
am healing from the surgery, but other than that I’m trying to just be normal. This is going to be a long week.
Along with all the procedures and complications,
I started a new shot. It SUUUUCKS!!!! It’s a booty shot, and it’s worse than
all the others combine! Yes, even worse than tasting band aids. The hormone is mixed with oil so it’s very
thick. It takes several tries to get it all sucked up into the syringe and
takes just as long to be released into the muscle. After the shot, I have to
sit on a hot pad to thin the oil and help the med absorb. The sight of the
injection has to be massaged and rubbed as much as possible otherwise the med
will knot up and create a large lump in my butt. Even with the hot ad and all
the rubbing, my butt still HUUUURTS. Not like bumping my elbow hurts, more like
wakes-me-up-every-night kind of hurts. It’s constant and unrelenting! Every
time I sit, every time I walk or stand, no matter what it just sucks! Then
yesterday I applied a hormone patch to my lower abdomen. Easy-peasy, as long as
it stays on.
So now what? Now I wait. I try not to ask myself questions like; Did it work? Was all of this for nothing? Was all of this worth it and will I get the most amazing gift? I don't know. Next Saturday at
8 am I go into the doctor for a blood drawn pregnancy test. I continue with the
shots, the patch, and the prayers, and I wait.
To be continued . . .
Friday, May 31, 2013
Omlet anyone?
IVF: Week 3
Hey!
There’s still a person in here!
With all the shots, the judicious
schedule, the trips across town to the doctor every day for the blood draws and
the oh-so-fun ultrasounds, the bruises on my arms, gut, and butt, I’ve begun to
feel like some sort of egg producing robot!
Every time I move I’m reminded of my love
hate relationship with this process. I love the opportunity to go through this,
but I look and feel like I got into a very odd fight. The creases in my arms
are bruised from all the blood draws, my gut burns and looks like a pin
cushion, my ovaries are so full I could make an omelet, and my small-green-clover
tattoo on my rumpus, is now speckled with purple and yellow bruises. But, there
is a silver lining. . .
There are two types of Invetro; long cycle
and short cycle. I was scheduled to do the long cycle IVF. This just means I
would take more meds and for a longer period of time. God has again shown me
favor! My body has responded so well to the hormones that my eggs are ready to
be harvested much earlier than originally anticipated. This means I get to stop
all the shots, stop all the blood draws, stop all the ultrasounds, and get this
party started! Well, sort of. . .
I really just get to take a break from
needles and ultrasounds, but even when I start back up it will only be 1 daily shot
and some blood and ultrasounds. Today is my first day without any shots. My
butt feels like it has a golf ball stuck in it from the HUGE shot I had to do
last night, but at least I get a break.
In case you’re unfamiliar with how the
female reproductive system works, the ovaries typically trade off, producing
one egg per cycle. I currently have 14 full sized eggs and a handful of smaller
ones. Needless to say, I’m a bit uncomfortable. My ovaries feel like they are
going to BURST from all the eggs, my abdomen is swollen and tender, and sitting
upright is splendid. My ovaries have never worked this hard in my life!
I still haven’t had any major hormonal outbursts,
and I actually feel pretty good considering all the crap my body and soul have
been through. I did have a “loud discussion” with my husband yesterday, but I
truthfully didn’t feel a surge of emotions like I had before. He was being an
ass and I decided it was my place to tell him . . . hmm . . . maybe there were
some hormones involved in that discussion, but I think it was mostly me. Knowing myself like I do, I’m quite surprised
that I didn’t become an emotional wreck. It’s funny when we realize how strong
we really are in times of hardship. The Lord has truly blessed me with His
strength and presence. My family is not the easiest to live with and I am not
the most laid back person. Yet, God has given me perspective and patience. Of
course there were times when my patience was tested and I failed, but no one
was injured, damned to hell, and my back yard is body free, so I count this a
success!
But now is the final test; tomorrow my
eggs will be harvested and next Thursday the fertilized embryos will be
implanted into my uterus. The egg harvesting is supposedly very painful. They
have to sedate me, which is a problem because I have a terrible reaction to
narcotics. So, that will be a challenge. The embryo transfer is less painful,
but very delicate. The first 3 days are crucial. This will be the hardest part
for my family. This is when they will have to step up to the plate. No stress
for Mommy, no attitude, no arguments . . . just calm and love. I know they can
do it.
I will savor today; the one day in the past 3 weeks with no needles, no doctors, and no one shouting into my girly parts “Hello . . . is anyone home?”
I will savor today because tomorrow is the
beginning of the end.
Friday, May 24, 2013
Shots, shots, shots, shot-shots!
IVF:
Week 2
Shots, shots, shots, shots, shot-shots!
Not exactly what the group LMFAO had in mind when they made their song entitled
“Shots”, but it seems fitting. I’ve graduated to 4 shots per day plus a daily
blood draw. That’s a minimum of 5 needles in me per day, plus going to the
doctor’s office every day. In a few days the routine doctor appointments will
also include an ultrasound . . . not the easy on the tummy ultrasound . . .
we’re talking looking from the inside, super-fun, ultrasound!
This week really started off with a
bang! One of the hormones is giving me the most vivid and crazy dreams. I’m
also sweating but freezing cold at night. I wake up a dozen times per night
because of the sweat and the cold, then I’m distracted by the crazy dream I was
having. It seems like anything that was on my mind or in my face that day ends
up in my dream. I never reach a full deep sleep because the dreams seem to keep
my mind half awake. Example: I saw the trailer for the new Brad Pitt film a few
times before bed, so naturally he was in my dream and wearing a Kilt. I don’t
know why. So, I’m tired, very tired, but it’s ok.
I
have definitely felt the emotional side of the hormones a few times this week,
but not too bad. The worst of it was when I saw a bald eagle dive bomb the
freeway. I narrowly missed it, but the car behind me couldn’t avoid it and ran
it over. On a normal, non-hormonal day, that would have made me tear up. But on
that day, it was too much. My heart ached for this beautiful creature that I
was powerless to save. I wanted to run out in the street and rescue him like he
was MY bald eagle, my dog, my child. Naturally I called 911, they gave me the
run around, I gave some very rude man a little tiny taste of the hormones, then
I called my husband and cried. This was only the beginning to a super-fantastic
day!
I was on my way to get and ultrasound .
. . the inside out kind . . . when the eagle incident happened. When I got
there, SURPRISE, I had to have a few more thigns done than just the ultrasound.
Yay! I was poked, prodded, had my uterus measured for tilt and depth . . . from
the inside! Fun! Then, I got to go to the pharmacy and buy 42 more needles (in
addition to the almost 50 I already have). The next day I got to start 2 new
hormones (3 additional shots on top of the 1 I was giving myself). The first,
of these 2 super fun hormones, I take twice per day, and it makes the back of
my throat taste like BAND-AIDS. Sweet! The second new hormone is quite a fussy
little guy. I have to actually break glass, use 2 different needle heads, mix
things, and lastly it has to be injected into my rumpus by someone other than
me. It’s my favorite!
Yes, all the shots hurt a little, yes,
the butt shot hurts more, yes, I bleed, and yes, I bruise. BUT, it’s totally worth
it! It’s not that bad, it’s just an adjustment. Isn’t having a baby always an
adjustment? Absolutely! I’m just adjusting early.
Enough about needles and all that junk,
let’s get into the funny stuff; the crazy! I’m actually doing very well, if I
do say so myself. . . and my friends reassure me that I’m doing great because I
haven’t injured anyone. I did, however, let the crazy out just a little on my
13 year old son this week. I was very, very tired, and we had just gone to
Costco. Whatever energy I had left I used up at Costco. By the time we got
home, I was exhausted. While we were unloading the groceries, my son accidentally
spilled uncooked rice everywhere. I told him it was no big deal and to sweep it
up. Thirty minutes later, I was still nagging at him about the rice. Finally he
started sweeping it up but he wasn’t paying attention, he was goofing around,
and he was missing a bunch of it. When I told him to do a better job, he got a
13-year-old attitude with me. I mustered all the patience I could grasp and
didn’t freak out, I simply spoke to him calmly about it . . . until . . . he
continued with the “Uh! I have to get EVERY SINGLE piece of rice?!” Well, then
Mommy reminded him that this may not be the best time throw around attitude. I
felt my face ignite with fire. I could have touched my hand to car battery and
given someone a jump
start. I looked him in the eye and said “Son, if you want to have attitude,
then let’s have attitude. I have and excuse for my attitude and I don’t use it.
You spilled some rice and have to clean it up and YOU’RE having the bad
attitude?! What’s your excuse?! Don’t play the bad attitude game with me right
now, because you won’t win!” And that was the end of it. He understood where I
was coming from and why, and we moved merrily about our day.
Moral of the story; Mommy is only so
strong, so don’t pull that crap while Mommy is on the hormones . . . Love You!
Then there are the shots in the butt . .
. always a good time. The first day the nurse demonstrated by injecting me with
saline. Once we were home, my husband had to give me my first real shot of meds
in the booty. He did a great job. Sure, it hurt and it bled, but it wasn’t as
bad as I expected. Now the second day was a different story. My husband works a
demanding and dangerous job and is often called to work at a moment’s notice.
Thirty minutes before he was supposed to give me my shot, he was running out
the door for work. But, since our God is and omniscient God, He provided a dear
friend, that was already visiting, to administer my shot. The thing to know
about this friend is that she is a strong, confident, capable woman, so I had
no fear of her handling it. We got everything ready; we mixed the solution, we
swabbed the spot on my behind, she grabbed the muscle, plunged the medicine
into me and then . . . POP! When she pulled out the needle it made a loud popping
sound as if it were suctioned under my flesh. I started bleeding quite a bit
and she felt terrible. It didn’t hurt anymore that the other shot; it just made
a very loud sound. After the bleeding stopped and the band aid was on, I
realized how lucky I was to have her here in that moment. Popping butt or not,
God provided for me. And now, we have something to laugh about down the road. “One
time Aunty Charity made Mommy’s booty pop . . . and not on the dance floor.”
Laughter
IS the best medicine!
To quote my friend, “This baby better be
cute.”
Time
for more shots, shots, shots . . .
Friday, May 17, 2013
Here we go. . .
IVF: Week 1
Saturday May 11, was my first hormone shot. Luckily, a
friend of mine that is well versed in giving shots assisted me. The doctor had
told me how to measure the ampules, and how to give myself the shot, but it was
all very clinical. By Saturday, clinical wasn’t gonna cut it. This was real! I
needed real advice, real application . . . real comfort. My girlfriend said all
the right things; “You’re going to bruise yourself sometimes, you’re going to
bleed sometimes, you’re going to lose your grip on the needle and you may flop it
around under your skin a time or two,
but it’s OK!” She showed me how to give myself the shot without anxiety
or worry of screwing it up. The first few days were fine. I had a few minor
side effects of the med; cramping, bloating, and some digestive discomfort, but
other than that, it was a synch. Until Wednesday. . .Wednesday was the first
day I made myself bleed and gave myself a bruise. . .but I wasn’t worried. I
knew it was ok because my friend, a woman I trust, assured me it would be ok.
Then Thursday came and I felt weighed down. An exhaustion that wasn’t normal. I
felt like crying. I have several things on my plate right now including a very
difficult and rebellious child, a teenage girl that I love has run away into a
world of drugs and prostitution, and my back is in so much pain that I can’t
exercise and I’m a little freaked out about getting fat on the hormones then
during pregnancy . . . so, some of those are legitimate things to cry about,
others may be the hormones. But again, God provided me with comfort. He gave me
an evening with two of my children-from-another-womb. My dear friends Charity’s
children are like my own but I don’t get to see them often. They provided me
with all the love and comfort I could have asked for . . . but I didn’t have to
ask.
I don’t believe the saying that God never gives you more
than you can handle because God isn’t the only one “giving” us stuff in life.
The devil is hard at work, and I believe that he is the one who has given me
this hardship. But I do believe that there is nothing that God can’t use for
His glory! The devil gave me this disease preventing me from conceiving on my
own and God will take this pain and suffering and turn it into something
remarkable! The Lord has already provided for me every step of the way . . .
the right doctor, the money (it’s a large amount of money guys!), the support,
and the strength. Having the direction and comfort of my friend during my first
shot and then the love and company of these beautiful children was so much more
than just that; it was God showing me that He will provide for me every step of
this journey, that He will never leave my side, that He will comfort me in times
of need, and that he will douse the flames of any anxiety with His cool
soothing waters.
This is by far one of the scariest journey’s I have
embarked on. . .the shots, the procedures, the mood swings, the pain, the
money, the money, the money, and what if it doesn’t work??? None of that is in
my hands. It all rests in the mighty hands of my God and I rejoice for that!!
Here we go . . . the journey begins. . .
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