So I’ve been sitting on this post for a few months now because I wasn’t sure I even believed what was happening.
After all the struggles we went through to have our sweet L, we knew we would start thinking about a sibling sooner rather than later.
So in March I called a fertility clinic out here, since obviously we’d have to switch since the move from Hawaii.
We had an appointment scheduled for mid-May. I wasn’t sure I was ready to go through that process again, to put L through it. I didn’t like how I felt on Follistim and I hated the person I became during cycles, counting days, timing things, watching the clock. It was exhausting and I couldn’t imagine doing that with a one year old around.
But we scheduled the appointment, wanted to see what our options would be here, and hoped that we’d be adding to our family by the end of the year.
Instead, we had a little miracle happen.
At the beginning of May, I’d been feeling awful. Short of breath, dizzy, exhausted. Just not myself. I was getting ready to call a PCM because I knew something wasn’t quite right and I was just days away from running my first half marathon.
I took a test to rule that out because I knew in my gut there was no way. Not even an option with our issues.
I was shaking and confused when I saw, very clearly, a positive.
I remember falling to my knees and sobbing. Sweet L, with no idea what was happening, came over and hugged me. As I sat there and hugged him back I said thank you over and over and over to him, for helping fix whatever was broken with me. He healed my broken heart and his existence made this possible. He changed everything for us.
Here are some photos we shared of our sweet guy, telling the world what an awesome big brother he will be!