Originally posted on Totse2
A Search for Life - Pregnancy and Miscarriages
Originally posted November 23, 2011
This will be a small series to tell my story. Let's start with some background information. Feel free to interject.
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My wife and I first met way back in our sophomore year in high school in 2003, when we were 15 years old. We met at a “Color's Day” dance, which is basically a Valentine's Day dance. Neither of us went with a date, but I'm glad we didn't.
When I first arrived at the dance, I was waiting with a friend for a few other friends to arrive. As it still often happens, someone came in who my friend knew and I didn't. A girl came in and knew him. She stopped and they talked for a few moments, and then she went on inside. Although she still does not believe me, right after she went in, I turned to my friend and said something along the lines of, "Hey, she's pretty cute." Who would have known that I just saw my future wife.
The dance went on just like a normal awkward teenage high school dance does - rarely anybody danced and most people just stood there and looked at each other. I tried to make my rounds and dance with people because life is just too boring if you don't cut loose. We had a few of the same friends, which is part of the way that we came to be.
She needed to make a phone call, but as reliable as cell phone service was then, her phone did not get any reception at the dance. She asked a mutual friend if she had a phone she could use, but much to her dismay, she did not. That friend, however, did remember that I had a cell phone, and she recommended that she asks me to use my phone because I was a "nice guy." Here I was, minding my own business, and she came over to me and said, "Hey, do you have a phone I could use real quick?' I said, "Sure!" She used it, returned it, and the dance went on as usual.
Later than night, I was online when a friend sent me an instant message. She told me that one of her friends likes me or thinks I'm cute or something like that. She said that her friend wanted her to ask me to the Sadie Hawkins dance, which was coming up the following month. In case you don't know, Sadie Hawkins is where the shoe is on the other foot and it's the girls' turn to ask the guys. I told that friend that her friend would need to ask me herself.
A few moments later, I get an instant message from her. We talked for a little bit and she mentioned that she was the one who borrowed my phone that evening. Eventually, she asked me to the Sadie Hawkins dance, and I said that I would love to go with her.
We talked some more that night and got to know each other. We talked on the phone, started hanging out more at school, and started dating a little bit, unofficially. Our first "date" was to a movie, which I had to pick. I didn't know what she was in to, and she asked me what I liked, so I rattled off a few movies. I mentioned Darkness Falls because I like scary movies, and she eagerly said that she would like to see that movie with me. She was a trooper because she hates scary movies. The funny thing is, I actually jumped during that movie more than she did. We were a little awkward at this date because we were 15 and weird. While waiting for one of our moms to pick us up after the movie (yeah, lame) I commented on her purse. It was made of denim material and had pockets on the back, forming the appearance of blue jeans. I didn't know what else to talk about, so I said, "Hey, your purse looks like a butt." Well, we ended up getting married still, right?
Sadie Hawkins night comes along and we are driven to a local Mexican restaurant, dressed like a cowboy and cowgirl. Or maybe just a hick and a hillbilly. We go to the dance and have a good time, and we even get to dance together into her 16th birthday. Good times.
We're still just dating a bit, having fun. She can drive now, so no more lameness, although I couldn't drive for another two months. I told her that she had to take me out for ice cream as soon as she could drive on her own, so that's what she did.
One day, three days before I turned 16, we went to see Bruce Almighty. After the movie, she brought me back home. I decided to finally ask her out (to be my girlfriend) that night, so I said that I wanted to talk to her about something. I was such a chicken that it took me over an hour to finally pop the question. I diverted the conversation to things like how I liked her shoes because they were "pretty cool." My sister came home with her boyfriend, and I asked them to leave because I was having a discussion with her. I finally got to ask the question, and she nonchalantly responded, "I'll think about it." My heart deflated a bit and I just said, "Okay."
She loved it. Her idea was that since I took forever to get around to asking her (since it was already very obvious as to what I was going to ask), she was going to make me wait a little while. She says that she drove home with a smile on her face, which is probably true. She eventually called me that night and told me that the answer to my question is yes.
I was on top of the world. I got the girl, and I would turn 16 in three days. Not a care in the world other than where I was going to take her on my birthday.
Originally posted November 27, 2011
Some more background information... the proposal.
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In July 2006, we went to Orange Beach, AL with a couple of friends. We stayed down there for a week and had a good time. This was the first time that I had been to a beach, and it was also our first big trip away from home without "adult" supervision. We expected to come back with a tan, but only I knew that I would come back with a fiance.
We had been together for three years, and I could tell that she was getting antsy. We had discussed future plans together, and she even picked out the ring that she wanted. When we discussed if and when I would get around to the proposal, I just replied that it would happen in a couple or a few years. I said that I didn't want it to just happen any place, and probably not just somewhere around town. This sort of hinted that the beach would be the ideal spot.
I knew that she would be expecting to find something, and I knew that she would snoop through my stuff, so I changed my hiding place four times before I popped the question. She was at my house watching me pack, so I stuffed it in my small bag with the toothpaste and deodorant when I went to the bathroom. Clear. When we got there that night, I knew that the bag would be opened, so I transferred the ring to the toe of a shoe. Clear. Another day, I moved from the shoe to within my underwear stash. I knew she wouldn't look there because she's a pretty clean gal. Clear. On the day of the proposal, I moved it to the pocket of my swim trunks because I planned on going along the water with her. Clear.
We arrived on a Sunday, but I waited until Tuesday because that is when there would be a full moon. The suspense was driving her crazy, and making her a little grumpy, which is why I hid the ring different places. She ended up going through my stuff and going through our friends’ stuff. She even interviewed them, hoping to get them to crack. I knew she would, which is why I didn't tell either of them. By Tuesday, I was not a moment too soon.
We were having a good time, and I insisted that we go down to the beach and "look for shells" that washed to shore. This was around 10:00 PM. Long story, short, I ended up on one knee in the sand with waves washing up my legs, hoping that she wouldn't leave me down there too long. I suppose it is evident what her answer was.
Now she's happy. She expected it, and I came through. We enjoyed the rest of the week on the beach, until the next Sunday, and had a good time. We took our engagement shots down there, and we came home to share the news with everyone.
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To be continued...
Originally posted December 1, 2011
Fast forward a bit, and we got married at 21 on June 7th, 2008 (6-7-08). That’s an easy date for me to remember, so hopefully it will keep me out of the doghouse. We bought a house and started a journey of life together.
I always wanted a motorcycle. Initially, we made a deal that I could get a motorcycle after we had a baby because she would at least have a mini-me in case something happened. One day, in March 2010, we stopped and looked at some bikes. She must have been in a different state of mind that day because I ended up getting a motorcycle, before we had a baby.
For a little while now, things had changed some behind closed doors. My wife had been experiencing pain during intercourse, which prevented a lot of things from happening. She had gone to the doctor and they explained that she might have a case of endometriosis, which has been in her family history. Basically, endometriosis is a condition where there is tissue that behaves like the cells that grow in the uterus growing in other parts of the body, causing pain and possibly infertility.
She had also been seeing a therapist around the same time because she had a feeling that everything was all in her head. The mind is a very powerful thing, and it could be possible that the pain only in her mind, at an attempt to cover up something underlying issues. Her father had abandoned her when she was born, and he later died when she was 7, so my wife had already been struggling with some issues with males. She told me once that she was afraid that I would leave her and that she sometimes has trouble opening up to me, but I assure her that I will stay with her.
She continued to see her doctor and she scheduled an exploratory surgery to search for the endometriosis. It was a non-invasive surgery that used cameras to see if they could find a cause of the pain. The day of the surgery, she almost backed out because she was afraid that they would not find anything, but they gave her some medicine that relaxed her, and she went through with the surgery.
There were no complications with the surgery. We found that she did indeed have endometriosis on her ureter, but it was discovered at an early stage and therefore was treatable. We were actually excited to hear this news because that meant that there was a treatable condition behind the issues we were having, rather than the pain being only in her head. She started taking some prescribed medicine in order to allow the endometriosis to be fought by her body.
In the meantime, while with her therapist, she had been given some homework in order to try to make things better. I am still not sure what all they talked about, but it helped her to resolve some of the subconscious issues that she had. After waiting a little while, she was recommended a special kind of lubricant for us to use in the bedroom. She still had some hindering thoughts, but she decided to give it a try.
A combination of things may have occurred, from the medicine to the therapy to the new “aid” to our continuing prayers, but, while leaving out some of the details, we discovered that her pain had virtually disappeared. We were so excited because not only would we be able to try for a child, but we were able to remove potential barriers from our relationship.
My wife has a great heart. The whole time that we were struggling sexually, she was concerned that she would not be able to meet my physical needs and that I would leave her out of resentment. Although I was initially hurt that she would think I would operate that way, I realized that she still had some trust issues and that I just needed to continue to be there for her. I love my wife for countless reasons, with one being how great of a heart she has, and I assured her that I would not be going anywhere.
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To be continued...
Originally posted December 6, 2011
After we got through the holidays, we decided that we wanted to open ourselves to God’s timeline in an attempt to conceive a child. We started in January of 2011, and my wife keeps a tight chronicle of everything that happens. She is a very organized person, so she always knows when her most fertile time is and when our attempts were.
She also had established an online support system that I had not known about at the time. There are several forums and phone apps available, and she had formed friendships with people who shared in similar circumstances.
Anxiety started to kick back in. January went by with no positive results, but we realized that it may take a few tries. February went by with no results and she was starting to get down. It is hard to look around at the families who are not fit to raise children for all kinds of reasons and see that they have children that they view as a burden, rather than a blessing. We continued in prayer and staying strong for each other.
We went through March and still saw no results. We had practically given up on “trying” and decided that we would just let God bless us with a child when he is ready, although it is always hard to remind ourselves of that statement. In April, my wife had an extra pregnancy test lying around and she didn’t want it to stare in the face, so she used it.
We have a photography business and we had a wedding to shoot one day. It was a Saturday, but she woke me up at 7 AM so we can “check our equipment.” I was a little grumpy, but I still went through my camera bag. When I opened my bag, there was a small piece of clothing on top. With my eyes still half closed, I moved the piece of clothing aside and said that it wasn’t mine. She just smiled at me and said, “What is it?”
That’s when I looked up at her and noticed that she had her camera pointed at me. I realized that she was filming me, and then I focused more on what I had moved out of the way. It was not just some piece of clothing that I moved out of the way, but it was a very small shirt that said, “I love my daddy.” Placed on top of the shirt was a home pregnancy test that read one simple word: pregnant.
I almost didn’t believe it at first, but then I jumped up and embraced my wife. Coming out of my state of slumber, I joined her in what was going to be a long, emotional journey. It didn’t seem real, but we were going to be parents soon. At least, that is what we thought.
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To be continued...