This is the first installment of “The Story of Us”. I wanted to share our journey through infertility and miscarriage so I have been going back and telling our journey through four miscarriages, too many doctors appointments, and too much medicine!
So we are expecting a baby girl…now…but that’s not where all of this started. Liz and I have been on a long road dealing with infertility and this has just been one of the stops. So where did it all start…
Boy meets girl, yes…boy falls in love with girl, yes…boy and girl gets married, yes…boy and girl decides to start a family, yes…they all lived happily ever after…errr…not so much.
Yes, it is true that we met, fell it love, and got married. Liz and I met in college at Mississippi College. That was way back in 1998 – yeah, seems forever ago, huh!? It was interesting in the sense that Liz and I had not been together long and we started talking about marriage. We were married on October 7, 2000. We knew from the beginning we always wanted children, but both knew that we wanted to wait so we could have the “just us” time. We would talk about the idea of kids from time to time, but one of us would be ready and the other wouldn’t. We went back and forth like this for a few years actually. Never giving any thought to if we’d have any problems actually trying to have children. We were both in relatively good health – no major health problems, maybe just a few extra pounds to lose.
The details now are honestly a little fuzzy. I am not sure if we had decided to start trying, but something had prompted Liz to go to the doctor for a check up. We had only been married a few years at this point. I remember asking Liz if she wanted me to go with her to the doctor or not, and she said it wasn’t necessary. For anyone that knows us personally, you know we rarely do anything separate from one another. I was working at a local prison at the time and remembered getting a call from Liz in the middle of the afternoon. I could tell something was wrong. Liz tells me that the doctor informed her that she thought it would be very difficult for her to get pregnant if at all. This was very difficult to hear on several levels. I was upset for Liz because I knew she wanted kids; I did too for that matter. I was mad at myself because I wasn’t at the doctor with her when she got this news. To top it all off, Liz even received similar news from another doctor that she went to for a second opinion – only this one said she would NOT be able to get pregnant. Doctors had told her that she was dealing with PCOS – something we had never heard of before. We began to do a little research about it and the symptoms, descriptions did seem to fit her but we never thought it would be impossible to have children from what we were reading. One of the two doctors also found that Liz had a septum in her uterus, that actually divided it almost completely in half. One of these doctors told her that she could have surgery to remove it, but she would have to go through three miscarriages before she would operate. This made no sense to us, but we didn’t really act on any of the information the doctors had given us at that point and actually a couple of years passed, along with a couple of moves and job changes.
So, Liz decided to get yet a third opinion. This would be one doctor’s appointment that I would not miss. I was not going to be sitting at work when Liz got more bad news possibly. We would take all of this information to the new doctor and try to begin sorting it all out and trying to figure out what it all meant. This doctor would lead us through several more tests and procedures….and our journey down this road called “infertility” was just beginning.
Part 2 coming soon…