Saturday, August 31, 2013

The Call that Changed Everything

"Sometimes a great plan, is kinda hard to understand.  Right now it don't make sense... I can't make it all make sense." ~Luke Bryan


It was a Friday.  I had just put Cameron Kate down for a nap.  My phone rang.  The screen said, "Fertility Clinic."  I knew they were calling with my bloodwork results, but honestly, I wasn't worried.  I thought we'd already diagnosed the issue, and the bloodwork was a formality.

I listened and jotted the numbers down, listening to the nurse spout things off like "prolactin" and "thyroid" and "normal."  Then, though, she paused.  "But your AMH level is a little below normal."

"Oh really?"  I replied.  "What is it?"

...a pause...


In my beginning research of fertility issues, I knew this number was not simply "a little below normal." It was alarmingly low.  Like, almost-completely-infertile-low.

My mouth immediately dropped open in a state of shock, my hand quickly went up to cover my mouth, and my eyes filled up with tears.  I knew this was despairing news in the world of baby-making.

The nurse heard my emotions jump through the phone line, heard the tears, the panic, the shock.  She assured me I'd have plenty of time the following Monday to sit down with Dr. D and discuss our "options."

"Can you tell me ANYTHING about our options?"  I pleaded.

"Well, your number means we need to get aggressive as soon as possible.  Time is not on your side.  But your number is so low, we may not be willing to even try IVF.  We typically don't try IVF on women whose levels are below 0.5.  But we'll look at many factors and do some more assessments to see if it's worth a shot."

The panic ripped my heart open and I felt an emptiness all the way into my core.  They may not even TRY IVF??  IVF was something we didn't even think we'd have to consider, and now it looked like it probably wasn't even an option.

I don't remember the rest of the conversation.  I was in a state of shock, sitting alone in my dark living room, tears streaming down my cheeks with a hole drilled into my heart.  Cameron woke up from her nap, and I immediately went in and scooped her up and held her tight and thanked God for her, our little blessing.  Our daughter who the nurse told me was probably a little miracle.  I pulled myself together and dabbed some makeup on my swollen eyes and took her to the local childrens' museum, just like I'd promised I would.  When we got home, I was so relieved to see T's car.  I didn't want to be alone, and he was the only person who could join me in the darkness.  I walked in the door and he pulled me into his arms.  And I stopped holding back, I let the fears and worries and sadness and guilt wash over me, and I fell apart in his embrace.


Let's rewind.

About five months after our D&E in December, I knew something was off.  I was well-schooled on the whole trying-to-get-pregnant business, and I could tell my body wasn't quite doing all that it needed to do to become and sustain a pregnancy.  I made an appointment with my doctor, and after a long talk with him we both agreed it was time to see the OB in the practice who dealt with patients struggling with fertility issues.  He wasn't necessarily a specialist, but it seemed like the next logical step.

Two unsuccessful medicated cycles later, we decided it was probably time to see a specialist.  As if a sign from above, a blog-reader recommended her doctor, letting me know he was responsible for both of her children.  After my first consultation appointment and a mid-cycle ultrasound to see what was going on, I felt confident in Dr. D and his diagnosis.  He believed I was hypothalamic... so without trying to get all WebMD on you, my brain isn't necessarily doing it's job in the whole baby-making business.  You see, your brain has to tell your body when and how to respond during different parts of your cycle.  My brain was dropping the ball.  Everything he said made sense, and the mid-cycle ultrasound pretty much confirmed our suspicions (everything with Dr. D started when I was already mid-cycle, so we could only conclude so much).  We came up with a great game plan that would begin with the start of the next month.

When that day came, I went in for some bloodwork and a sonohysterogram.  The SHG looked normal, and we awaited the bloodwork results.  However, because we ALL (Dr. D included) assumed the bloodwork results would come back normal, we thought we had a good plan in place for the next few months.  I was ready to take things one day at a time, one step at a time.

Then we got the call that changed everything....

There were times I wondered if I was overreacting - Obviously there is far worse news one can receive from a doctor.

But I can't apologize for my feelings, for my grief.  This news was life-changing for us.  Especially when just eight months earlier we'd heard a promising little heartbeat, we'd heard our baby.  And now, this life we had pictured, this family, this chaotic house full of children, was probably not going to happen.  My dream was shattered by one tiny, hopeless, inadequate number.

It was a rough few days.  I cried, a lot.  I didn't understand why this was happening to us.  I tried to keep myself busy, but sat in many parking lots, in my car, struggling to pull myself together enough to go inside.

I felt so alone.  I felt such a dark sadness.

I felt so guilty, because my amazing daughter, my daughter who is clearly a little miracle, probably won't get to experience life with siblings.  And my husband, the most incredible father, probably won't get to have the family he'd always imagined... all because of me.  Though T would hear nothing of that guilt.  He is amazing, and has been my anchor throughout all of this.  I've said it before, but I will never know how I got lucky enough to be his wife.  What I do know is that news like this, tough times like these, tear many marriages apart. But it has only brought us closer together.  And that is all because of my T.  Because my T, he is the best, most selfless, most amazing person I've ever known.  My T, he looked me in the eyes and said, "Well, we're gonna fight this.  We're gonna do whatever we can so that 20 years from now, we can look back with no regrets and know we gave it our best shot."  And my T, he has held my hand through all of this, making me put one foot in front of the other when all I want to do is lay down and cry.

Don't get me wrong - I did - lay down and cry.  And I still do every now and then.  I let myself grieve, I let myself feel all of the heart-wrenching emotions - sadness, anger, frustration, confusion, more sadness, and fear... lots and lots of fear.  But then, I grab on to T's hand, and we started walking.  Walking toward hope, and courage, and strength.

And that's where we are now.  We're hopeful.  We're choosing hope.  And it's definitely a choice.  Every morning I wake up, and I remember the fight we're fighting and my stomach drops and my heart breaks a little - but then I consciously choose to try to ignore the ache and focus on the hope.  I decide to be courageous no matter how scared I am.  Because these are the cards we've been dealt.  And we're not gonna fold.  We're gonna keep drawing from the deck.

We're gonna keep choosing hope, we're gonna keep digging deep for the courage and strength to fight, and we're gonna keep holding hands and putting one foot in front of the other, helping each other stay steady and squeezing three times to say, "I love you, you're not alone, we've got this."

And that call?  That call that changed everything?  It changed everything because it made me a better mother and it showed me just how incredibly strong my marriage really is.  And while this life may not end up looking the way I'd always imagined, it truly is beautiful... and I'm gonna live it for all it's worth.


  1. My heart aches for you. We have been trying for a while too w/o any luck. Fertility specialist is the next step for us. We are both amazingly blessed to have beautiful daughters. Hope, faith and love will get us through anything.

    1. Thank you so much for your kind words, Sarah. I agree, we are both so blessed to have our girls. I hope things work out for you, too - I'm always here if you want someone to chat with who knows what this feels like!

  2. Oh wow.
    I've been praying for you.
    And I will continue to.
    Obviously, miracles can & do happen.
    You are one strong and blessed Momma.
    NEVER give up your hope.
    It's beautiful.

    1. Thank you, thank you, thank you, Misty. Your thoughts and prayers are appreciated more than you know.

  3. Jessie. I am praying so hard for you. And for so many different things. Tears streaming down my face as I read this, my heart just breaking for you. But you are strong. You are loved. You are supported, and you are faithful. You can get through this, and come out the other side a stronger woman, a better mother and a better wife. Love you and thinking of you always. XOXO

  4. Love you. And my constant prayers continue...

  5. I will continue to pray for you and TJ and for God's perfect plan. You are an amazing mama....Cameron Kate is so blessed to have you. Praying for a miracle and that you can hear a precious heartbeat again.

    1. Thank you Megan. Your prayers mean so much!

  6. Oh Jessie, my heart breaks reading this. I feel like I know you so well thru your blog even though I really don't ! But one thing is very obvious Is that you are an absolutely amazing momma and God specifically made you for that job. I will definitely pray for you and your adorable family. You guys deserve it. Stay strong and hug your precious CK every minute you can.

    1. Thank you, Caroline. I feel the same way about you through reading your blog. Your prayers and kind words are appreciated more than you know!

  7. Jessie, I am so sorry to hear about your struggles. I know it is hard when you are dealt a tough hand but try to remember that God can do what even medicine cannot. I will be praying for you and I hope your spirits are lifted knowing that so many others are doing the same. Sending you and your family love and strength.

    1. Backatcha, Melissa. :) Thank you!!!

  8. Just reading this now. I remember the day I got my call - it was so horrible :(

    Even worse, I was 34, and had no babies yet. I went online and googled (I know..) and it made me feel worse.

    I have hope for you, I truly do think you will get a take home baby.


  9. Jessie, I am so sorry to hear you are dealing with all this. Keep doing what you're doing (Hoping, Trusting God, NOT giving up). You are an amazing mom to CK and she is blessed to have you and TJ as parents. You are a strong woman and have a strong support system...
    A few verses that have come to my mind and heart as I read your post, and pondered my comment are: Rom. 8:28; Prov. 3:5&6; Jer. 29:11; Matt.19:26
    Hang in there, you!