Eleven years ago today (also on a Monday), I found out I was pregnant with Joey. I've told the story on this blog before so I will spare you the details. Long story short: I got pregnant on my 4th cycle of Clomid, the last one before we were scheduled to take a break. It was also 12 days after I found out my Mom was in Congestive Heart Failure so I was so stressed, I really didn't think I was pregnant.
Fast forward 11 years....I'm divorced from Joey's dad, I've earned 2 Master's Degrees, and I remarried and am now separated from my 2nd husband of almost 6 years. Joey was born happy and healthy, hit all his physcial milestones, was diagnoesed with ASD and epilepsy, learned to speak, practically has outgrown his seizures, was mainstreamed in Kindergarten and is now on grade level in all subjects in 4th grade, has excelled in soccer, football, and cross country, and is the funniest, most loving, and sassiest 10 year old you could ever meet.
Knowing that I will never again feel the excitement of being told I am pregnant again, I wish I could go back and relive so many moments, including Joey being a sweet little baby, and especially the one when the doctor told me I was going to be a Mom.
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Monday, February 16, 2015
Sunday, February 16, 2014
Life changing news, 10 years later
Today marks the 10th anniversary of the day I found out I was pregnant. 10 years ago today, my doctor confirmed I was going to have a baby. They say once you have a baby, time flashes in an instant, and before you know it they are leaving for college. When he turned 9 this past October, I realized that half his childhood was over. Where did it go? Some parts I wouldn't relive, but those precious times as a baby...well I would give anything to have them back. If I knew back then that hed be my one and only, I would have treasured them even more.
When I found out I was pregnant, it was a surprise. It wasn't like we weren't trying. We were! We just finished our 4th cycle of Clomid. But 12 days before I found out I was pregnant, my Mom was diagnosed with Congestive Heart Failure. Her ejection fraction was 19%. Anything lower than 35% means you are in serious danger of your heart stopping. To say I was distressed was an understatement. So when I went in to the doctor for my monthly check up, I told her I was late with my period but I brushed it off. I told her how stressed I was about my Mom. I also told her I booked an 8 day trip to NY for April that very morning because I didn't really believe this pregnancy thing was going to happen (I would have never booked it if I knew I was pregnant). She told me to humor her and take a urine test. She came back and said I was pregnant but that we should confirm it with a blood test. I couldn't believe the news.
Now, 10 years later, I have a bright, sweet, beautiful boy. Soon, he will be a handsome, strong man, getting ready to start his life. I am so honored to be his Mom. I tell him everyday that I love him more than anything. I do, with every fiber of my being. I've often wondered if I love him more than some other parents love their children because I wanted him so much. I prayed for him for a long time. I will never take him for granted because he almost wasn't mine. I was so close to never conceiving. He truly is the love of my life. And I'm so glad I got the chance to be his Mommy.
I also didn't understand how protective you could feel over another human being until that day. A fitting picture on the 10th anniversary of the day I found out I would be a Mom.
When I found out I was pregnant, it was a surprise. It wasn't like we weren't trying. We were! We just finished our 4th cycle of Clomid. But 12 days before I found out I was pregnant, my Mom was diagnosed with Congestive Heart Failure. Her ejection fraction was 19%. Anything lower than 35% means you are in serious danger of your heart stopping. To say I was distressed was an understatement. So when I went in to the doctor for my monthly check up, I told her I was late with my period but I brushed it off. I told her how stressed I was about my Mom. I also told her I booked an 8 day trip to NY for April that very morning because I didn't really believe this pregnancy thing was going to happen (I would have never booked it if I knew I was pregnant). She told me to humor her and take a urine test. She came back and said I was pregnant but that we should confirm it with a blood test. I couldn't believe the news.
Now, 10 years later, I have a bright, sweet, beautiful boy. Soon, he will be a handsome, strong man, getting ready to start his life. I am so honored to be his Mom. I tell him everyday that I love him more than anything. I do, with every fiber of my being. I've often wondered if I love him more than some other parents love their children because I wanted him so much. I prayed for him for a long time. I will never take him for granted because he almost wasn't mine. I was so close to never conceiving. He truly is the love of my life. And I'm so glad I got the chance to be his Mommy.
I also didn't understand how protective you could feel over another human being until that day. A fitting picture on the 10th anniversary of the day I found out I would be a Mom.
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