Friday, June 27, 2008

Busy days of doing nothing....

So, I've spent the past three weeks staring at this perfect little face...and honestly, it hasn't gotten old at all. Not the least bit. I feel like I've been very busy the last few weeks but I can't really tell you anything we've accomplished. He eats, he sleeps, and we repeat again and again. I did find a preschool for him to attend in August when I return to work. This was a huge check off the to-do list. We are moving in two and a half weeks and I desperately need to start packing....but I'm kind of busy staring at my little angel.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Finally pictures....

So, last Thursday at a little after 10:30pm my water broke. We took one last picture of my belly before heading to the hospital.

Long story short....(I need to find time to write down all the details)

....our son was born at 11:55am the next day. I had an amazing epidural and didn't feel a thing.

The moment he was born and they announced he was a boy and laid him on my chest was one of the greatest moments ever. It made everything we've been through worth it.

But anyway....enough with the are the pictures!!!

Noah under the lights

Holding my son for the first time....

Another close up of his sweet face. He looks just like his dad. It is crazy.

Daddy admiring his son

After 2 1/2 days at the hospital and tons of visitors, we're ready to head home.

Our little family of 3 at last!!

Thank you so much for all your support and encouragement on this journey. I know many of you are still finding your path toward parenthood. You're in my prayers, girls. The Lord has a plan for you!!

Monday, June 09, 2008

Worth the wait....

arrived at 11:55am on Friday, June 6th
Weight: 7 lbs 7 1/2 oz
Length: 20 inches
He's perfect. We're so in love with him.
I'll post pics later.

Tuesday, June 03, 2008

The Sticky Note...

One of the huge transitions in my life right now is leaving my job. I've worked at the same school for 6 years. I started out as a first year math teacher who had just graduated from college. I didn't know anyone. I was a little deer caught in the headlights of my first real job. And now I'm the student advocate who works with at-risk kids to develop academic intervention plans so they can get on track. 6 years. It is a long time to be one place. Overall, I've loved it. I've been very lucky to come to work at a fun place with great people.

The last week or so I've been trying to wrap things up in anticipation of not only the end of the school year but Peanut's arrival as well. I've pretty much been leaving things everyday in enough order that "just in case" I didn't come back to work people would be able to find stuff. So this afternoon I've been putting the final touches on gathering my personal belongings. JW brought home the big boxes of books and stuff yesterday. Today is just gathering up little things and cleaning out all the junk that needs to be thrown away so the new girl can move in.

Which brings me to the sticky note. On the side drawer of my desk is a simple sticky note. It says "Dr. K" and has his phone number. Dr. K--our fertility specialist. I stuck it there in February of 2007 when I scheduled our consultation appointment. I kept it there through 3 IUIs and our IVF cycle because I can never remember phone numbers and it sure beat looking it up everytime. In a true testament to the power of the sticky part of the sticky note it has never fallen off of that drawer. Not once. It has stuck there for a year and 4 months.

Pulling off that sticky note brought forth so many emotions. I actually started crying although I can't really put my finger on why. I think part of it is a realization that this isn't going to be my desk anymore. That I'm really leaving a job I love. But I think most of it is all the emotion that is wrapped up in this journey to parenthood.
And honestly, that's the weird part. Dr. K and his phone number symbolize so much of this journey. I think that's why the sticky note was still there even 7 months after our last appointment. We finally scheduled that consultation after trying on our own for a year and trying 6 cycles of clomid with my OB/GYN (2 of those with IUIs). JW and I both liked Dr. K so much from the beginning. He was so positive and upbeat. It was encouraging and just what we needed. Our first IUI with Gonal F was a disaster. I had way too many follicles. We aspirated some of them which TOTALLY sucked. I wound up in the ER a few days after the actual IUI because my ovaries were the size of softballs. And we didn't get was one of the lowest points on the entire journey. The next two IUIs were also unsuccessful so we moved on to IVF.

And here we are today....days away from the arrival of our IVF miracle. As I pull off that sticky note I'm so thankful for Dr. K's encouragement and I'm again kind of sad that he doesn't actually deliver these miracle babies he helps create. Of course I can't wait to mail him Peanut's birth announcement.
I'm just not sure what to do with the sticky note. The logical side of me tells me to throw it away. I won't need Dr. K's number again for a while. Since we're moving I figure I'll be monitored by a different RE for our next round. But he has our frozen embryo so I know he'll play some part--even if it is just shipping.
The crazy side of me tells me to keep the sticky note. Throwing it away seems wrong. That it somehow belongs pressed into the pages of a scrap book or journal or something. Should I scan it and add it as a pic to this post? It is more than a sticky note but at the same time just a sticky note.
We'll see....

Monday, June 02, 2008

It's the week of the show....

It's a big week for us. I'm finishing up work. Three days of the school year left. It is so surreal. The school year always ends....I just haven't totally absorbed that I won't be back in the fall. JW came to my school this afternoon and loaded up all my personal belongings. My office looks bare.

We think we've found a house. It is a little bit of a project house. It has a great floorplan but will need lots of comestic stuff--paint, new countertops, etc. We plan on making an offer here in the next few days.

And sometime this week our baby will be born. My due date is Saturday. I was 90% effaced and dilated 1 cm at my appointment today. My doctor also scheduled an induction for Wednesday the 11th "just in case" but doesn't seem to think I'll get to that point. So, sometime in the next two weeks our baby will be here.
I really can't believe it. We've waited so long....not just 9 months. 2 years and 9 months. The past few days I've thought a lot about the 2 years of waiting....temping, medications, IUIs, break cycles and ultimately our IVF cycle. I remember times of feeling so hopeless. I remember questioning if we'd ever actually have a baby. And here we are. On the verge. I can't wait to hold our little one. To whisper in his (or her) ears about how long we've waited and how loved this little baby is and how it was worth every sucky moment.

I'll keep you posted...