For anyone who missed Roller Coaster Part 1, you can find it here: http://alaurendeau.blogspot.com/2013/09/week-37-rollercoaster.html
As Thanksgiving approaches, we have so much to be grateful for as our story continues.
Is this really happening? May 31, 2014. Needless to say, we aren't looking to adopt at this point in time. This can't possibly be happening! Is this really my life now? Miraculously enough, yes, yes it is!
For those of you who want the details, continue reading. For those of you who don't care, feel free to stop here. :)
I got a cold the last week in September. I also missed my period but figured it was due to the emotional stress of the past month and thought nothing more of it. The next week my pants started to feel a bit snug, so I resolved to exercise a little more and eat a little less junk; I tried to complete a P90X workout and almost passed out. I began to feel more and more tired; I figured maybe it was the lingering symptoms of the cold. . . .then I started to feel nauseous. "Dang, if I didn't know any better, I'd almost think I was pregnant." But this was impossible. So we met with our case worker and started trying to make sense of the long adoption process ahead of us.
Things did not improve over the following week. I felt completely exhausted and sick to my stomach. I finally concluded there must be something seriously wrong with me, and resolved to take a pregnancy test - just to make sure - and then go see a dr. I bought a cheap $1 test. Positive.
POSITIVE?!!??????
POSITIVE??!!!???????????
POSITIVE???!!!??!?!????!?!????!?!???!??!
Let me pause here just for a moment and emphasize how truly miraculous those two little lines on that test were. Fertility depends a lot on your age, weight, health, genetics, etc., but average sperm count ranges from 20-40 million; and with those 20-40 million swimmers, a couple only has about 15-25% chance of conceiving each month. Of course there are things you can do to improve the odds, but looking at the whole picture, it's fairly surprising when anyone gets pregnant. So taking this into mind, consider now where Matt and I were. We had two semen tests done that both showed a sperm count FAR below 20-40 million. . . they were ZERO. Matt was diagnosed with Primary Testicular Failure - which basically means the boys shut down, no one knows why, and there's nothing they can do to treat it. It is a permanent condition, irreversible, unchanging.
It had seemed pretty clear that the chance of us getting pregnant was non-existent. . .so you can imagine our surprise! When I told Matt, he asked, "Whom, may I ask, is the father?!" When I assured him that there was no possible way it could be anyone else, he asked, "How did that happen?" "I don't know. . ." (In his defense I don't think he ever actually thought I cheated on him, he was just a little shocked, as you can imagine.) I think both of us couldn't quite believe the positive test until a couple weeks later when we were sitting in the doctor's office. "The fetus is in the right spot, it has a good strong heartbeat, everything looks good!" Holy crap, this is actually happening!
When we initially found out the news of our infertility, there was a lot of talk of miracles. "So and so got pregnant after the doctors said it was impossible!" "My best friend's neighbor's sister in-law got pregnant after chemo!" That's great for your best friend's neighbor's sister in-law, and believe me, I would congratulate her if I ever had the chance. It's always good to hear those types of stories. I'm a big believer in miracles, but let's be honest: for every one of those stories, there are plenty more where a couple was hoping for a miracle that never came. At least not in the way they wanted it to. There are at least three families right here in our neighborhood who's dreams of having their own biological children never happened. All three families are absolutely incredible - good, honest people who work hard to do what's right and help those around them. In my mind all three of these families "deserved" a miracle. But guess what? It never happened. And guess what else? Their lives didn't end. They all went on to adopt and became fantastic parents who loved and accepted the children as their own. I'm sure all three of those women would admit that there is still some pain at never being able to get pregnant and carry a baby to full term - even though it's been many years for some of them - but I'm also fairly sure that they would admit that they found just as much joy and fulfillment in becoming parents as anyone else.
As I listened to people's adoptive stories, it was pretty incredible. All of them experienced times of hurt, loss, and frustration. But each story had some element where it's as if the planets aligned, and for one random reason or another, the birth parent and adoptive parents would both know without a doubt that that child was meant to be theirs. And to see the joy in these people's faces as they talked about how they felt when they were first able to hold that little baby, when the adoption papers were signed and that baby was officially theirs, when they were able to take their other children and be sealed together as a family across the sacred alters of the temple, their stories are truly a miracle.
So I spent a month building myself up. Yes, I was sad that I probably wouldn't get pregnant again. I recognized that there was a chance - anything is possible, but really, what's the point of holding out for a miracle? Yes, adoption would undoubtedly have it's hard times, both in getting a baby and raising him or her. But I came to see it in a whole new light - adoption is a miracle, it can be incredibly beautiful, and I was excited to experience it. And it was at this point that I found out I was pregnant.
Talk about a 180. . .
We are so so excited though! We are incredibly grateful for this tremendous miracle that has happened in our lives. I have no idea why we had to go through this, or what might lay ahead. Perhaps we will have another miracle in a couple years or perhaps we will go on to adopt. Perhaps a few years down the road we will become foster parents. Who knows?! I'm done trying to plan my life. I can only imagine God sitting up there saying, "Oh Amanda, you just think you know what's going to happen, just you wait!" And so I will wait and be grateful for the things that have happened thus far. We have so much to be grateful for!
I hope everyone has a fantastic Thanksgiving this week!
Happy photographing!
Monday, November 25, 2013
Monday, November 18, 2013
Week 46: TWO!!!
I feel the need to apologize once again; Alex has dominated many posts lately and for everyone other than grandparents, it's probably not all that interesting to read. I intended this blog to be more about photography, but Alex definitely takes the spotlight on most posts. But then again we don't get out much and he is the most exciting thing to photograph around here. . .either way, sorry, this post is no different.
Alex is officially TWO! I'm not really sure how that happened; I feel like he was just recently that tiny baby in the NICU, but now he is an extremely energetic inquisitive toddler running around creating confusion and chaos wherever he goes. It's a bit of an understatement to say that he can be a lot of work, but holy cow he is so much fun these days! The workings of a toddler mind are often hilarious - "hmmm, how does this saltine cracker that I found under the table taste dipped in my yogurt? YUM!", "this empty can would make an awesome drum, and after I'm done banging, it would make a nice hat!", "I can't possibly leave the house without all 10 of my trucks!", "it's naked time RIGHT NOW and NO I will not wear pants!", etc. His logic is awesome!
His birthday was so fun this year! We decided to have the tradition of decorating his room, so Matt blew up 34 balloons and we scattered them around his room the night before. The next morning we woke up at 5:50 am with Alex squealing in delight. He had a grand time playing with balloons!
I made Alex scrambled eggs and truck toast for breakfast - he refused to eat the toast and just drove it around his plate instead. He helped me make his birthday cake by licking the beaters for me. He got to go hang out with grandma and grandpa after his nap so that I could get everything ready, and all of the family came over later that night for Alex's birthday party.
He actually opened his presents almost without help this year.
He was pretty excited by most things, but he gave me a seriously dirty look when he opened the monkey backpack/leash that I bought for him.
Alex got very excited by his birthday cake.
He was so excited that he didn't even want his own piece of cake, but preferred to sit and use the excavator to dig more into the cake. . .although that didn't stop him completely from tasting some cake every now and then.
Who needs a fork when you have a bulldozer?
Happy birthday to my sweet sweet little boy!!
Happy photographing!
Alex is officially TWO! I'm not really sure how that happened; I feel like he was just recently that tiny baby in the NICU, but now he is an extremely energetic inquisitive toddler running around creating confusion and chaos wherever he goes. It's a bit of an understatement to say that he can be a lot of work, but holy cow he is so much fun these days! The workings of a toddler mind are often hilarious - "hmmm, how does this saltine cracker that I found under the table taste dipped in my yogurt? YUM!", "this empty can would make an awesome drum, and after I'm done banging, it would make a nice hat!", "I can't possibly leave the house without all 10 of my trucks!", "it's naked time RIGHT NOW and NO I will not wear pants!", etc. His logic is awesome!
His birthday was so fun this year! We decided to have the tradition of decorating his room, so Matt blew up 34 balloons and we scattered them around his room the night before. The next morning we woke up at 5:50 am with Alex squealing in delight. He had a grand time playing with balloons!
I made Alex scrambled eggs and truck toast for breakfast - he refused to eat the toast and just drove it around his plate instead. He helped me make his birthday cake by licking the beaters for me. He got to go hang out with grandma and grandpa after his nap so that I could get everything ready, and all of the family came over later that night for Alex's birthday party.
He actually opened his presents almost without help this year.
He was pretty excited by most things, but he gave me a seriously dirty look when he opened the monkey backpack/leash that I bought for him.
Alex got very excited by his birthday cake.
He was so excited that he didn't even want his own piece of cake, but preferred to sit and use the excavator to dig more into the cake. . .although that didn't stop him completely from tasting some cake every now and then.
Who needs a fork when you have a bulldozer?
Happy birthday to my sweet sweet little boy!!
Happy photographing!
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Week 45: Family Photos
Good news: I found my camera charger.
Bad news: I still didn't take any pictures this week.
Good news: I got our family pictures that Andrea Dansie took a couple weeks ago. Alex in true 2-year-old fashion didn't want to cooperate, but she still managed to get some really good ones. These are my favorite:
I grew up with Andrea's husband and let me tell you he is one lucky man; Andrea is awesome! She's super cute, easy to work with, reasonably priced (this coming from one of the cheapest people in the world!) and she does a fantastic job. The next time you need a photographer for anything from weddings to birthing stories to senior portraits to family pictures, give her a call. Check out her website (http://www.andreajdansiephotography.com/) and like her on facebook!
Thanks Andrea!!
Happy photographing!
Bad news: I still didn't take any pictures this week.
Good news: I got our family pictures that Andrea Dansie took a couple weeks ago. Alex in true 2-year-old fashion didn't want to cooperate, but she still managed to get some really good ones. These are my favorite:
I grew up with Andrea's husband and let me tell you he is one lucky man; Andrea is awesome! She's super cute, easy to work with, reasonably priced (this coming from one of the cheapest people in the world!) and she does a fantastic job. The next time you need a photographer for anything from weddings to birthing stories to senior portraits to family pictures, give her a call. Check out her website (http://www.andreajdansiephotography.com/) and like her on facebook!
Thanks Andrea!!
Happy photographing!
Monday, November 4, 2013
Week 44: Toddlers (Part 3)
Sorry, no post last week. We took another trip to Rexburg to visit my cousin and then with Halloween I simply ran out of time. I also lost my battery charger for my camera and both batteries are now dead. . . I really need to find it today.
As usual this Halloween we procrastinated finding costumes. A day before the family Halloween party while shopping at Goodwill trying unsuccessfully to find SOMETHING to use as a costume, Alex found a plastic pirate sword that he immediately fell in love with. Since it was only $2, and since grandma was there, the sword came home with us and I finally decided we would all be pirates for Halloween. Matt and I had dressed up as pirates a couple years back for a party, so we already had costumes, and really, how hard could it be to make a little boy's pirate costume?
Since Alex refuses to wear anything on his head these days, I opted to forgo the pirate hat altogether - it just wasn't worth the battle. I bought a cheap white shirt at Hobby Lobby and painted red stripes on it. I make a little black vest out of scrap fabric and a red sash to go around his waist. My mom and I made some boot coverings to go over his black shoes (so that it looks like tall pirate boots), have him wear his black church pants, and ta da! He would be one good looking pirate, . . .well, ok it could have been better, but really, I only had a day to put it together.
The night of the party came. This is the outfit we ended up with.
No how, no way was he going to wear the sash or the boots. We only got him to wear the vest after several minutes of screaming. Matt and I both tried to be strong, "Look kid! You are going to put this on, you are going to look darling, and you are going to LIKE IT!!" I'm the mom, I'm bigger than him, and he should do what I say. After all, all I really want is for him to have a pinterest worthy costume and to have that perfect family photo to post on facebook. Is that too much to ask? I'm rapidly learning that for a two year old, yes, that is often WAY too much to ask. :)
We fought the costume battle again on Halloween. I improved my tactics this time around as I was getting him ready to go to Matt's work for some trick-or-treating.
"Alex, let's put on your vest!"
"NO!!"
"Alex, do you want to go see dad and get some candy?"
"Dad? Yeah!!"
"Then let's put on your vest and we can go."
"NO!! NO!!"
"Do you want a treat?"
"Yes!"
"Put on your vest and you can have a treat."
"NO!"
I gave up. Matt tried again once we got there, but was equally unsuccessful. Alex went as a kid in a striped shirt for Halloween. Parental fail.
But on the other hand, maybe not. Yes, our costumes were not even close to pinterest worthy, but Alex had a blast collecting candy. It was so much fun to see him walk around to 250+ desks collecting candy, refusing to let us carry his plastic pumpkin even though it got way too heavy for him to carry. And it appears that we are raising an extremely independent child who knows what he wants and isn't afraid to fight for it. And maybe that's not such a bad thing after all. . .
Happy photographing!
As usual this Halloween we procrastinated finding costumes. A day before the family Halloween party while shopping at Goodwill trying unsuccessfully to find SOMETHING to use as a costume, Alex found a plastic pirate sword that he immediately fell in love with. Since it was only $2, and since grandma was there, the sword came home with us and I finally decided we would all be pirates for Halloween. Matt and I had dressed up as pirates a couple years back for a party, so we already had costumes, and really, how hard could it be to make a little boy's pirate costume?
Since Alex refuses to wear anything on his head these days, I opted to forgo the pirate hat altogether - it just wasn't worth the battle. I bought a cheap white shirt at Hobby Lobby and painted red stripes on it. I make a little black vest out of scrap fabric and a red sash to go around his waist. My mom and I made some boot coverings to go over his black shoes (so that it looks like tall pirate boots), have him wear his black church pants, and ta da! He would be one good looking pirate, . . .well, ok it could have been better, but really, I only had a day to put it together.
The night of the party came. This is the outfit we ended up with.
No how, no way was he going to wear the sash or the boots. We only got him to wear the vest after several minutes of screaming. Matt and I both tried to be strong, "Look kid! You are going to put this on, you are going to look darling, and you are going to LIKE IT!!" I'm the mom, I'm bigger than him, and he should do what I say. After all, all I really want is for him to have a pinterest worthy costume and to have that perfect family photo to post on facebook. Is that too much to ask? I'm rapidly learning that for a two year old, yes, that is often WAY too much to ask. :)
We fought the costume battle again on Halloween. I improved my tactics this time around as I was getting him ready to go to Matt's work for some trick-or-treating.
"Alex, let's put on your vest!"
"NO!!"
"Alex, do you want to go see dad and get some candy?"
"Dad? Yeah!!"
"Then let's put on your vest and we can go."
"NO!! NO!!"
"Do you want a treat?"
"Yes!"
"Put on your vest and you can have a treat."
"NO!"
I gave up. Matt tried again once we got there, but was equally unsuccessful. Alex went as a kid in a striped shirt for Halloween. Parental fail.
But on the other hand, maybe not. Yes, our costumes were not even close to pinterest worthy, but Alex had a blast collecting candy. It was so much fun to see him walk around to 250+ desks collecting candy, refusing to let us carry his plastic pumpkin even though it got way too heavy for him to carry. And it appears that we are raising an extremely independent child who knows what he wants and isn't afraid to fight for it. And maybe that's not such a bad thing after all. . .
Happy photographing!
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