After taking the hit so many times, we finally dodged the bullet . . .
And we're forever grateful.
This is a story about parenting our three miracles after unexplained recurrent pregnancy loss.
Our Happy Ending
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Our Story. . . So Far
My husband and I endured nine miscarriages as we tried to build our family, becoming part of the 2% of couples who experience recurrent miscarriages. All of our friends had babies, so I used to joke, "It's because I am taking the statistical bullet for you." It stopped being funny, but it made a great blog title.
Through the miracle of IVF/PGD, we were blessed to finally bring our son, William Patrick, into our lives on August 20, 2008. We were then given a second miracle and welcomed our daughter, Emma Grace, on July 17, 2010. And just when we thought we were done, we got even luckier and Andrew Robert joined us on October 11, 2012.
When you start looking into the world of infertility, there are a lot of sad stories. But if you search just a little harder, you can find the happy stories, too. Here are just some of the miracles happening to IF girls, just like us, right now:
Manapan is pregnant after three miscarriages. Betas and ultrasounds looking good!
It Is What It Is has all of their paperwork completed and is waiting to adopt #2.
My good friend Polka Dot has many great ideas to help fund her upcoming IVF cycle. One of them is by asking kindhearted strangers to part with a few dollars. Click Here To Donate
I have had a miscarriage, early on, and while I do not understand what Angie and Todd are going through, I bawl my eyes out every single time I watch the slideshow. I've watched it half a dozen times already!
There is something about being a mother and grieving for another mother's loss. There are just no words, no actions, nothing that can express how much I ache for this family.
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I have had a miscarriage, early on, and while I do not understand what Angie and Todd are going through, I bawl my eyes out every single time I watch the slideshow. I've watched it half a dozen times already!
There is something about being a mother and grieving for another mother's loss. There are just no words, no actions, nothing that can express how much I ache for this family.
I know. And I admire how she is still trying to reach out to others, even as her heart breaks.
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