I went online and purchased a bulk of pregnancy test strips (btw-best way to do it, it was like $13 for 15 strips vs. $15 a test). I was sure that I wasn't, I had taken all the tests except for one the Friday before Memorial Weekend. I kept one to confirm that I wasn't so on Tuesday when we got back from the lake I could call into the clinic and let them know we needed to start the process over. I went to take the test on Tuesday morning. The strip turned blue, I bet I turned white. I was thrilled! I called Erik in shock. Then drove to CVS to buy another test because I had uses all of my strips up. Sure enough I was pregnant.
If you have ever gone through any infertility you know that it just doesn't end there though. You go in for an ultrasound and blood testing every week until you are 12 weeks and passed along to your regular OB. So I went in and they told me that some of my levels were lower than the like to see so I was put on Progesterone to maintain my levels. After being on them for 9 weeks it seemed my levels were good so I started to wean myself off of the drugs a little (I am not one that likes to take medication for any reason). After my next appointment the clinic had called and left a message that my levels had dropped significantly and I was in the range of being at high risk for a miscarriage. I had forgotten my medication at the lake and I was hysterical. I drove out of Moorhead like a bat out of hell to the lake. I was pulled over on the I-94 and I was sobbing. The officer asked if I knew how fast I was going, I told him yes. He asked me why and I just blurted out the entire story. He walked back to his car with my license and registration, approached my window again and said very calmly, “I understand, my wife and I have gone through infertility. Try to stay calm, slow down, and take care." I will never forget what that officer looks like and how I felt that day. I was so terrified that I was going to lose this baby that I had desperately wanted for so long.
When Alex was born I noticed very quickly when they were taking him to be weighed, that he had a birthmark on his back. To me it is always a reminder that he could have pulled away from me and how I am so thankful that he stayed. He is truly a light in my life and my little miracle.
So Happy (Belated) Birthday Alex! You are LOVED! XOXO- Mom

5 comments:
What a sweet post. There is a beautiful story behind every one of our little munckinds, and you reminded me of that. Go you!
Happy birthday handsome!
Holly
I was going to say, "What a beautiful story," and there my sister said it already! Great minds think alike. ;) Really, it was so touching, Melissa.
I love that little guy and his turtle birthmark :)
you are blessed Melissa. Happy birthday to your special little man and to the parents that made him!
xxoo
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