Little Miracle

Our big ultrasound is tomorrow. Before we find out what the baby is, and more importantly if it's healthy, I thought I should share why this baby is already a little miracle for us.

After my experience last time, I wanted to have a much better doctor this time around. The entire year that we were trying to become pregnant, I asked everyone I knew for recommendations, feeling like I would never find a doctor who would be what I needed. Finally, my visiting teacher mentioned her dr and I just got a good feeling. So when I was nearing 12 months of nothing, I called to make an appointment. Afraid to admit that there might be a problem to the receptionist (and to myself), I simply scheduled a new patient appointment, which meant a three month wait. Because I was afraid of what he might find at the appointment, and that he might not be a good fit for me anyway, I was ok putting it off.

A week later, I was at the temple. Frustrated after a year of trying and pleading, I didn't want to pray about getting pregnant that time. No, not just didn't want to, I flat out refused. So I went, focused on other things. It wasn't very far into the session when I was overridden and received a very direct answer. I very distinctly heard in my head "Call and move up the appointment." Not the kind of answer I'd been looking for, and one that made me worry about why, but an answer.

I called and explained that I needed to discuss fertility issues and that I just didn't feel like it could wait. Apparently my dr's assistant had been covering the phones and something I said made her fit me in where she wouldn't normally. I had an appointment for a week later that turned out to be fitted in between surgeries.

When I arrived for the appointment, I sat in the car shaking, afraid of what he might say. After a quick exam (everything normal), we talked about my last pregnancy. He completely agreed that I needed to plan for large babies and talked about inducing weeks early as an alternative to a C-section. And he was appalled by the level of care I'd had, assuring me that he would make sure I had what I needed the next time around. Then we talked about why I wasn't pregnant. Normally, he would prescribe something to make me kick out more eggs or send me to a fertility specialist who would start the testing with John, but he agreed with me that maybe some hormone testing and checking my ovaries for viable eggs first was a better course this time. I left with a huge smile, so relaxed.

A few weeks later, I had my tests. The hormone levels were all normal and the ultrasound of my ovaries was surprising. I had eight immature follicles on one side and three on the other. I also had one VERY mature one. This told us several things. First, that I was glad I hadn't taken the clomid route (the drug that makes you kick out more eggs) because I could have kicked out eleven at once! Second, that I didn't have a problem, just that the mature follicle was going to be released earlier than we expected. Early enough that we'd been missing the egg each month. The tech was hilarious and said "That's going to pop any day now. Do what you've gotta do."

I started feeling sick about a week later. Yay! We've felt hugely blessed to have found this Dr who I'm sure would say he is following his gut, but seems to be in tune with the spirit. Between the things that John and I had been prompted to do, and the promptings that our Dr listened to, we were able to have our eight week visit a week before my original appointment. We don't know why the timing of this baby was so important (other than my mental health, and possibly keeping us here in Boston to use this doctor), but we are grateful for it. We know that without the direction we received, we might still be struggling to get pregnant.