My doctor had always told me it wouldn't be an easy situation. At one point, in fact, she told she didn't think I would ever be able to have children. "Wow, really?, the only thing I have ever wanted to be in my life, and it's already over." I know for some 15 yr. olds it's not a big deal to hear, at that point, that you might never be a mother. For me, it was heart wrenching. How could this be over before it ever began?
Fast forward 6 yrs. when Nate and I actually started talking about having a family. I had chosen another OB, at this point, because I thought he would be able to help me. Maybe he could shed some new light on my condition that was never going to make me a mother. The appointment went well, but some new information was giving to me that rather surprised me. He told me that I had a very short window of time to conceive. Possibly 6 months before my baby factory was completely out of business. He told me to go on as normal and he would make us an appointment with an infertility specialist. He said, "There's nothing more that I can do."
We had plans to go to Florida a few weeks later for my cousin, Gentry's wedding. I was so excited to get away and take my mind off of my failing body. The Dr. had made us the appointment with the specialist, so I felt very at peace with everything. I felt like this was our last adventure before we put our big people pants on and welcomed our bun in the oven. Boy, was I so wrong about the adventure part. The adventure had just begun.
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