Tomorrow my Sweet Guy turns 12. It seems like just yesterday that his extra tiny head could fit in the palm of his dad’s hand.
Every day Mr. Décor and I are reminded that miracles can and do happen. Now of course everyone thinks that their baby is a miracle, but Sweet Guy, well, he is extra miraculous.
I married Mr. Décor in the spring of 1998. Shortly after that we moved to the island of Crete. It was an extended honeymoon if you will, complete with a lack of electricity and other creature comforts. But still we were happy. We had already discussed in pre marital counseling that we wanted children. A sibling for the Fashionista who was 8. Time was not wasted. After all, I was 29 and he was 34.
A year went by. No baby. We moved to Germany and I began working at the USO in Landstuhl Hospital. Everyday I saw doctors, nurses, soldiers and families. I was a happy travel agent and tour guide. Many wonderful life long friendships were made.
Another year went by. No baby. We finally went in for testing. We were told the words that no young couple wants to hear.
We would never have a baby.
We moved on with our lives and tried to focus on the blessings we did have.
One of the doctors who came in every day to the USO for a snack was Dr. Nah. He was from Ghana, Africa. I WISH I had a picture of Dr. Nah just so I could check if he had a pair of angel wings under his lab coat. What I can still plainly see in my mind was his beautiful smile. His teeth were perfectly white and gleamed against his dark complexion. One school holiday I had brought the Fashionista with me to work. I introduced her to Dr. Nah. He inquired if I had any other beautiful children. I sadly told him “No, we have been told we can’t.” His face fell. “Oh, Laura I am so very sorry.” and then he left. The next day he came in and handed me a business card and said, “Go see my daughter. She works at a German fertility clinic in Homburg. She may be able to help.” So we called and we’re directed to the another office. Another series of tests. But this time we were given hope.
We began a round of infertility treatments. German medical doctors are very conservative in this process. At the time we underwent treatment they would allow only 3 fertilized eggs to be implanted within a mother. After a month of daily injections with big needles they were able to extract and fertilize one lone egg.
But we told ourselves that one egg is all that is needed.
A few weeks later we received the good news of our miracle. How happy we were! Then, I suffered a miscarriage. To be given such a gift and then experience such devastation I cannot even begin to describe the depths of my despair. While hope waned, I clung to faith and this.
Another round of treatment. Another round of disappointment.
Infertility treatment takes its toll on people in a number of ways. Financial. Physical. Emotional.
By our third attempt I will admit that I was losing hope. We were running out of time. In the German medical community the maximum number of tries of IVF is four to insure the health and safety of the woman since high dosages of hormones are used.
We had already begun talking about adoption.
This round resulted in three eggs.
Third attempt. Three eggs. Mr. Décor’s lucky number is 3.
For us, the third time was the charm.
But it didn’t end there. At month six of the pregnancy I went into labor. I was given a round of ferrous sulfate and steroids to build up the baby’s lungs. It made me sicker than a dog. I also had to lay completely flat in a hospital bed for a week. I could not get up for anything. I still remember the sweet moment Mr. Décor brought in a basin and washed my hair. That gift made this scene seem like nothing compared to that real life moment.
I went home to complete bed rest. I could get up only to use the bathroom and shower once a day. This went on for a month. Mr. Décor took care of me, the Fashionista, our house and still managed his 12 hour a day job as a soldier. Living overseas we had no family to help.
Still, I went into labor again at 7 months. Another round of treatment and a weeklong stay in the hospital. Another month of complete bed rest. Another month of Mr. Décor the super hero. Pregnancy is hard in and of itself but going through what we went through, I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. I went into labor once again at a little past 8 months. I was exhausted and had very little fight left in me. An ultra sound revealed that the baby was 5 pounds. The doctors decided to let nature take its course.
Another miracle entered the world. Mr. Décor was 38. I was 33.
We are forever blessed.
“Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer.” ~ Romans 12:12
“Be strong, and let your heart take courage, all you who wait for the Lord!” ~ Psalm 31:24
“But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience.” ~ Romans 8:25