Life Changes For Us Too!

Thomas Rhett couldn’t have said it better, “Making plans and you hear God laughing because… life changes.” I think Seth has said those words at least 10 times a day in the past few weeks.

It has been a while since my last post, it has been crazy and fun adjusting to life as parents. Sturgeon’s homecoming happened within days and we have been full speed ahead ever since. Our little seven-month-old has two teeth, loves bathtime, is eating solids, and is very close to crawling! Every day is an adventure and we truly couldn’t be happier that God chose us to be his parents.

And, we had the best first Christmas as a family of three! We didn’t even ring in the New Year when I found out I was pregnant.

Yes, WE ARE EXPECTING! A little girl to arrive in August of this year. No treatments, no medication, no procedures… just the birds and the bees. And of course, the work of our good Lord!

There are 2 thoughts that I believe to be true when I think of this blessing:

  1. Sturgeon was put on this earth to be my son and I had to receive him as my own before I could conceive. I believe this because I can say without hesitation that if I had a child three years old or younger, I would have never considered adoption and Sturgeon would have never come into my life.
  2. Having the desire to be a mother fulfilled has brought more joy, goodness, and happiness into my life than I ever thought could be possible. The stress and worry disappeared the moment Sturgeon was put into my arms and that is treatment and medication that no doctor could ever prescribe.

In the midst of the joy and celebrating this unbelievable news with family and friends, sadness overwhelmed us as two of our family members went to heaven just days apart.

Seth’s great grandmother “Mimi” went home to Lord at almost 101 years old and Seth’s grandmother “Grandmama” went home four days later after living several years with Alzheimer’s.

Although we rejoice the good news of their long-awaited homecoming and we celebrate the peace they have found as they are living their best life in heaven, we experienced sadness like we never have before as husband and wife. When I think about the two women I had the honor of calling family, I am reminded of the legacy they have left behind. Women who have trusted in the Lord for almost their entire life, who have raised children to trust in Him, who have then raised children to trust in Him. I pray that I will leave such a legacy as they have.

And just as life ends, we are reminded that life begins. We see life begin every time we look into Sturgeon’s eyes, he lights up the moment he sees a recognizable face. We also see life begin as we hear the heartbeat of our baby girl growing inside my belly. The work of our maker is far more than I could have ever imagined.

I share the good news with you with a cautious heart because I know many readers are still waiting for a miracle, praying for the same blessing, and longing for a happy ending. I know there is nothing that I can say that will take the heartbreak away but my prayer is that my story will provide hope. Hope can go a long way in the journey of infertility, I know that because that was the only thing that got me through the three years of suffering.

A wise woman once noted “Do not rush through the challenges, for God is working even in those days,” today, I believe that to be true more than anything.

May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope. – Romans 15:13

 

 

Best Vacation Ever.

It was day 1 of  our annual family beach vacation and the words, “can we please not have to make life changing decisions an hour into vacation for once?” came frustratingly out of my mouth when Seth shared the phone conversation he just had.

“A baby boy was born yesterday and the mom has signed all documents to place him with another family,” is what Seth said.

We talked, we prayed, we daydreamed a little… what did this all mean? Was God calling this little one to be ours? Then a very wise mother said, “this sounds like an open door to having a baby, God will open doors, but he can also close them. All you have to do is pursue the open doors, He will close them if it isn’t in His will.”

So, we proceeded through the open door.

Seth called the lady, we needed more information.

“A healthy, blonde hair, white baby boy was born yesterday and I have called the families on my list and for one reason or another, they do not want to pursue this.  I don’t understand, it is like finding a rainbow unicorn, like these types of babies are hard to come by in the world of adoption,” is what she said.

And then she sent us a picture.

My heart sank, I saw his face and I thought “God, am I his mom?” Talk about a hook, line, and sinker! Wow, she knew what she was doing when she sent that picture!

“Well this sounds wonderful, but we really don’t have everything done for our home study, we started it a while back but never completed all the documents and we haven’t had a home inspection,” Seth explained.

But, this lady could move mountains… and she would. All we had to do is say yes, she would help us through it.

So, we proceeded through the open door.

She created us an account portal and began uploading the documents, walking us through every detail. She completed the information she knew, and we filled in the blanks. We worked on the paperwork that night and the next day.

As the documents were uploaded, we continued to do our part, reviewing and signing. And then we got to the document that said INVOICE.

I mean, we weren’t naïve in the fact that adoption cost money, we knew there would be a cost associated with the process. We were hoping because of the route we have been given, that perhaps the cost would be less than the average adoption.

We were wrong. The invoice would reveal a large balance due and we thought were not able to proceed.

But God had other plans.

A couple of conversations later, a blessing was provided, a miracle that only God himself could explain.

So, we proceeded through the open door.

She gave us a call the next day (day 2 of vacation) and said this little miracle could be in our arms on Wednesday with just a few more documents. She asked us for his name, and that’s when I began to feel that this whole thing was real.

We shared the wonderful news with our family that evening. Tears of joy fell from every eye in the room.

And on day 3 of vacation, we celebrated. We enjoyed the one carefree day at the beach and we daydreamed about what the vacation would be like next year with another little one around.

On day 4, we packed up our stuff, ending vacation 3 days early and headed back to Orlando to get our final documents in place and to have the home inspection done. First stop, fingerprints. Next stop, background check. Then, lunch.

At lunch, God provided another confirmation.

A friend whom we have not spoken to in a while walked in behind us. She and her husband just adopted about 4 months ago and she shared her story with us. Her eyes lit up as she told us the sequence of events that led up to the homecoming of their daughter… a story that sounded so familiar.

Her journey was almost identical to mine.

From infertility, to treatment with the same doctor as me, and then the opportunity to adopt… all was exactly the road I had been on.

Tears rolled down my face. I always felt like the only one who knew the pain, and that moment was confirmation that there is a community of us.

It was confirmation that God used little moments to reveal His mercy and His grace.

We left lunch encouraged, with a friend who has taken the journey, and confirmation that the baby boy born just a couple of days earlier was born to be ours.

After lunch was the home inspection, we passed with flying colors it seemed. We ended the day gathering baby goods from friends and family, getting the necessities as we anticipated the arrival of our son the next day.

At 9am on day 5 of “vacation,” Seth received a text and at 12:30pm we met our son for the first time.

It was an indescribable feeling. A feeling of joy and thankfulness. I have watched the video many times and I say, “Thank You, Thank You God” repeatedly because those were the only words that could come out of my mouth, THANK YOU.

The arrival of our son is nothing but a miracle from God himself. There were so many moments within the five days that only God could have provided. 

WaitingonmyBaby.com has been an outlet for me to use during the pain, frustration, and the lonely days.

Today, it is a place to share my story of hope. The story of our baby and how God provided. I know some of you reading are still waiting for your baby, you are still hopeful, or maybe you have lost hope.  

Although I am no longer waiting, this is not the last post for Waitingonmybaby.com, there is one more to write.

Sturgeon

 

Until then, meet Sturgeon William de Armas. Born July 13, 2018. In my arms July 18, 2018.

” For this child I prayed, and the Lord has granted me my petition that I made to him.”- Samuel 1:27

 

 

 

25 Reasons Why Infertility Sucks

“Sucks” is probably one of my top ten least favorite words and yet I still cannot think of a word to better fit my current situation.

Because, it really sucks.

Here are 25 reasons why infertility sucks:

1. you have to take a lot of medication
2. you go to the doctor more often then you go to the gym
3. you are always counting the days
4. you are at the mercy of the doctors, nurses, and pharmacist
5. your insurance doesn’t pay for anything
6. you can’t make any plans further than 2 weeks out
7. you cannot travel further then south Florida
8. there is always an issue when it comes to getting the medications
9. everyone has or knows a success story and they feel the need to share it with you
10. you are always on the verge of tears
11. you are always questioning that glass of wine
12. you live like you are pregnant even when you aren’t
13. the doctor’s office is on the other side of town
14. the inside of your elbows are always bruised from giving blood
15. the ultrasound machine gets more action than your husband
16. no matter how many ways you try, you can never fully explain how you are feeling
17. you worry your friends will use the baby name you have picked out
18. sometimes you cry when you hear a good song on the radio
19. you are constantly questioning what your priorities are
20. the hormones are awful
21. you believe that every procedure is “the one”
22. you spend way too much money on pregnancy tests
23. your PTO is spent on doctors appointments and procedure days rather than vacation
24. you are always giving bad news
25. no one really understands what you are going through unless they lived it themselves.

There you go, 25 reasons why infertility sucks. You may be reading this and have a few more to add to the list. Because the truth is, there are many reasons why infertility sucks and I wouldn’t wish it upon my worst enemy.

Lately, the journey has been much harder to understand. Last week, Seth and I were with our family to begin a long-awaited vacation on a cruise to Cuba. We were on the ship, checked into our cabin, and sitting down for lunch on the top deck when I got the phone call.

Long story short, Cuba has had known cases of the Zika virus and if we travel to Cuba, our doctor would not see us for another 6 months and we would need to restart the treatment from the beginning. We weighed the odds then took a walk to the concierge to be escorted off the ship before it was to depart in less than 30 minutes.

Can you imagine what an emotional moment this was?

This is just one story of the anger and sadness I have felt over the last three years. I could share a number of stories but I won’t torment you with all the negativity.

I share this list with you because it is not an easy subject to navigate. I share these thoughts with you because I tend to say what everyone else is thinking and today, I want to be the voice of the one in eight who are struggling with me.

Friend, here are 25 reasons you can pray for me and for the woman who is fighting the battle of infertility.

Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer. -Romans 12:12

I Said Yes!

This week marks 4 years since Seth got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. The picture above is from one of our engagement shoots. Oh, how time flies when you are having fun! I can honestly say, I love him more today than I did four years ago and I would say yes a million more times!

Four years later, I am now asking myself: Is it worth it? Should I keep trying? How many times do I try before I give up? Can I even do this anymore? Do I really want to take those hormone pills again?

These are just a few questions I have asked almost every day… sometimes multiple times a day. They stay in my mind, consume my thoughts and I literally think about it every minute of every day.

And four years later, my answer is the same: YES

Yes, it is worth it. Yes, I am young so I should keep trying. Yes, I need to try a few more times before giving up. Yes, I can do anything I set my mind to. Yes, if I want it to work, I must take the pills.

Okay so, YES… Let’s do this God.

Today I am saying yes again because today is the day I start the hormones again.

Today I am a little nervous and kind of anxious because I know what happens when I take the hormones. I cry, I cry A LOT. I get sad when I should be happy and I get giggly when I should be upset and the tears come out of nowhere.

Seriously, OUT OF NOWHERE.

But starting the pills today means a procedure is in the horizon, and it is… hopefully sometime in May.

First things first, another surgery is scheduled next week.

After 5 failed IUI’s, it has been decided that there are a couple adjustments that I could make in order to increase the success rate of the next IUI, so I am “going under the knife,” again.

We are hopeful. My doctor, my husband, my family, and myself… we are all hopeful.

As hopeful as I am, I am still trying to convince myself that the answer is YES. Because the reality is, every day I am manipulating my brain to believe that I can do this.
But the truth is, I can’t do this… GOD CAN DO THIS. I can’t do this. Only GOD can do this! If I live this life that God has provided, with full trust in Him, then He WILL DO THIS.

I recently discussed with friends what it means to “take up the armor of God, and stand firm,” and how to apply that in our daily lives. What would it look like to begin each day with figuratively fastening the belt of truth?

This has been another thing lingering in my brain of thoughts these days.

I have been challenged to begin each day with prayer. Asking Him to lead me, guide me, show me what it is I need to learn today and perhaps be a blessing to someone else.

I have had these talks with God and let me tell you, it’s so hard to hear what He is trying to tell me! It is difficult to know what He wants for me in this season and I have a hard time understanding what his plan for me is.

GOD CAN DO THIS. And I will talk with Him daily to understand who, what, when, where, and why as I continue to navigate these thoughts of what it means to say YES.

Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand the evil day, and having done all, to stand firm. – Ephesians 6:13

But Who’s Counting?

It has been five months since my first blog post “Everyone is Pregnant But Me,” and for some reason I thought it was much longer. Honestly, I thought it has been closer to a year since I started writing my feelings in this blog. I don’t know why I thought it was that long or why I felt the need to start this post with that but I think it has a lot to do with where I am at right now.

It’s only been five months since I first started sharing with you.

It has been a long five months of sharing with you.

Truthfully, five months has felt like five years some days… but who’s counting?

Today, five months after my first blog post, I could simply title this “Everyone is a Mom But Me.” Because God is so good, He has turned all those pregnancies I wrote about in my first post into motherhood. Those who were pregnant five months ago, are now tired, sleepless, yet wonderful moms.

Also, some of you who were not pregnant five months ago, are now pregnant so I guess I could call this post “Everyone is a Mom or Pregnant But Me.” (wow, that is a mouth full)

But the truth is, not everyone is a mom. Not everyone is pregnant either.

This blog post could easily turn into a “poor me” article but I refuse to let it go there.

I am simply saying the words out loud as I type them, I AM NOT A MOM AND I AM NOT PREGNANT.

Whew, that felt good to say out loud. And I didn’t even tear up! Weird, five months ago I don’t think I could have said it without crying.

In addition, I feel good in knowing that this is my life right now. I know that in the last five months, God has used me in ways I never thought possible. I never thought my words could be articulated in a story of hope that would provide comfort for someone else.

I have a sense of peace because I know that I am not (physically) alone in this journey. Though many days it feels like I am the only one who is not a mom and sometimes I feel like I am the only one who cannot get pregnant, I know that is not true. The truth is, there is a community of women out there asking the same questions and crying to God in the same way I have.

But, this is where I will get real with you.

It still isn’t easy.

I still get jealous when a friend announces their pregnancy. I still feel uncomfortable when friends talk about their mommy problems. I still feel like I am the only one in the room who hasn’t received an answer to prayers. And I still feel like I am getting left behind.

When I feel jealous, sad, heartbroken, alone, or hopeless… I still freeze up. I still don’t know how to talk about it and I still don’t know how to be a part of the crowd without being the “elephant in the room.”

But please don’t misinterpret my words because through all the emotions… I am still okay. I am still happy for the miracle you have been blessed with and I still love being with my mommy friends.

I still have hope because I know God is using me during this time.

God is using my writing to provide a community to those who feel alone on this journey. God is using my wisdom to poor into the lives of the next generation. God is using my marriage to be an example of what true love is when you first seek Him and not each other.

And God is using my story as a testament of His unending love because He is the only one getting me through this.

I therefore, a prisoner for the Lord, urge you to walk in a manner worthy of the calling to which you have been called- Ephesians 4:1

You Choose.

I am on day 19 of the New Year, New Me bandwagon and I am feeling good. The first couple weeks weren’t easy but I feel great today and I have felt great for the past few days!

During these 19 days, I have come to realize that a healthy lifestyle is only a matter of what I choose to do. It is simply a state of mind. What will I eat for breakfast? Should I go out to lunch today? Do I have time to exercise?

These are some of the choices I make every day. And truthfully, these are decisions only I make. No one can stop me from going to gym but myself… no one forces me to eat the cupcake, I choose to not eat the cupcake. 

Lucky for me, the choices do not stop there.

We visited the specialist on Wednesday and more choices were revealed. We can pursue a few more rounds of IUI under the specialist care, consider IVF, run a few more tests, wait it out a little longer, do more bloodwork, and maybe we will have some answers… maybe not.

The resources, time span, success rate… all things to consider before we choose a route to take.

Ugh, I hate making choices!

Why is it so hard to choose? Can someone just decide for us? I wish the doctor would tell me what to do, no options given, just make it black and white.

I wake up most days deciding if I will have a good day or not… why do I do that? Many days I say to myself, “ughhh I don’t want to go to work or I don’t want to go to the appointment today, gosh this is gonna be a stinky day.”  Why is it easy to go ahead and assume the worse? Honestly, I am already assuming the worse when it comes to deciding how to fix my current problems.

My husband said something to me I will never forget. “Make a great day!” hmm… MAKE a great day? That’s something I never considered.

He is right, it is up to me to MAKE a great day; the day doesn’t choose to be great and that is perspective I never had until recently.

Which brings me to today… I am making a great day and sharing with you the many choices that come with the journey of infertility.

What I am afraid of most is making the wrong choice. Putting our time, energy, and resources into a particular option and it ends in a negative result… That would mean I made the wrong choice, right?

The truth is, there is no wrong choice.

There is no wrong choice because I believe that God has sent me on this journey and every procedure, bloodwork, or decision that is made is all a part of his plan. I will be honest, it isn’t easy accepting that this is his plan. It isn’t easy making these choices, especially when it comes to my timeline, my expectations, my desires, and what I thought was my purpose in life.

I thought my purpose in life was to be a wife and a mom.

Wife- check.
Mom- I have no clue.

And maybe that’s the root of it all… understanding my purpose. Not only in this season, but in general… what is my purpose?

Do not be surprised at the fiery ordeal that has come on you to test you, as though something strange were happening to you. But rejoice in such as you participate in the sufferings of Christ, so that you may be overjoyed when his glory is revealed.      – 1 Peter 4:12-13

P.S. If you are looking for a feel good, encouraging hour… listen to Chatologie, a podcast by my friend, Angie Elkins! I had the opportunity to share my journey of infertility on her latest broadcast and I would love for you listen and hear more of our story! You can search it on iTunes or visit her website at http://www.chatologie.com/

New Year, New (Pregnant) Me?!

There’s just something about the start of a new year that makes you want to throw out all the cookies, dust off your running shoes and hit the gym! Am I right?

I’ll be honest, my husband and I have jumped on the bandwagon and decided to commit to a lifestyle change in 2018. We are cutting out the sugars, fats, grain, and exercising more. We are only a few days in but I feel better already. I’m not sure if it is the healthier food choices or my menstrual cycle releasing the toxins but I must say, I feel different.

Yes, I have started my monthly cycle so… no, I am not pregnant.

But the title of a New Year, New PREGNANT Me sounded so fun, right? I did get a little giddy at the thought of writing my next blog and possibly sharing the good news.

Instead, here I am with a loss of words.

I had a conversation with my sister in law a few days ago… she started with the sweetest words, “Catherine, I’m not sure what your situation is, but if you needed a surrogate, I would totally do that for you and Seth!”

I responded with tears in my eyes.

And, she isn’t the first person to say that to me. My precious mother said it once and even an intern who worked for me over the summer last year said it.

Truth is, I know several of my family and friends would be a surrogate if I needed them to. There is no doubt in my mind that anyone in my life would not say yes if I asked them. I know I have an army of friends and family fighting and cheering us on.

It is easy to feel overwhelmed, sad, stressed, and defeated when sharing my latest news of infertility. But I have comfort in knowing that the sadness, stress, and even choices are shared with so many loved ones and that is what gets me through the hard times.

Though I am at a loss of words, the emotions weigh heavy in my heart as I fear the upcoming days and weeks. I shared with you all in my last post that we would be pursuing all avenues in efforts to become parents and I share with you today that our journey continues as we listen to His voice in all.

Next week I will go for a biopsy that will check to see if the endometriosis has returned and the following week we have appointment with an REI (Reproductive Endocrinology and Infertility Specialist). Stay tuned because He is just getting started.

New Year, New Me? Yes, I would say so. I think I have come a long way with handling some of the emotions that come with this whole ordeal and I am getting better at sharing the good, the bad, and the ugly. My hope is that this year will bring more positive results, more genuine relationships, and a deeper trust in Him.

New Year, New PREGNANT Me? Perhaps… but only He knows.

Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. – Philippians 4:6