tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67977500035316538382024-02-07T10:42:31.695-08:00Living the MythThis is a blog about a family drawn together through embryo adoption. It is for celebrating and sharing life, most especially with those who made that life most possible. Thank you from the bottom of our hearts.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14653389502200314145noreply@blogger.comBlogger61125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797750003531653838.post-36463893832009408882015-12-17T20:44:00.000-08:002015-12-17T20:44:21.270-08:00And Thanksgiving CameObviously it's way past the point where we've found out the results of our November transfer. The transfer itself went perfectly. We got a picture of the embryo baby that got placed inside of me. Kind of cute, yeah? In a fascinating medical sort of way, anyway!<br />
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They take a picture before they do an assisted hatching so that it looks nice and spherical. After this, they shave one side of the shell off to make it easier to implant. But that wouldn't be as pretty of a picture!<br />
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I started testing via cheap internet HPTs 5 days after the transfer, and never got a positive. My beta test was "5" nine days after transfer, and the repeat test 2 days later had dropped into the negative range.<br />
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So... I'm not pregnant this time.<br />
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But, I'm also not terribly hurt. I feel so grateful that God has worked the timing this way, because we knew going into this that out of 5 embryos we would almost certainly not have 5 living children. The genetics of fertilization just aren't that perfect. Some of these babies just need a mommy to release them to Heaven, and only by chance did the embryologist choose a baby destined to make it to birth the first time we did a transfer.<br />
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If this baby had been chosen first, I would have been devastated. I probably would have had surgery before trying any others to see how bad my endometriosis is. I would have felt terribly guilty, wondering if we made a mistake and killed a child because my body just wasn't healthy enough. We may have begged the doctors to put me on more meds or change their protocol, and just generally stressed something that would have been totally unrelated to my ability to bear a child.<br />
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But that's not what happened. God allowed Hannah to be the first one. It was <i>easy </i>compared to what many of my infertility sisters go through. Then I had Ellie- once again, easily. I know my body works. I know the transfer protocol works fine. I know this <i>isn't my fault</i>. And so I was able to enter the Thanksgiving season grateful for the honor I had of serving this life for the few short days it was destined to grow.<br />
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I am happy we were able to use my body and my resources for this child that had nothing whatsoever to give back to us. I feel complete. I served as best I could, and it was good.<br />
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Now, we are getting ready for another one. January 6th is the schedule this time. I hope this one is one of those destined to make it. But God knows. Perhaps Hannah will be the only one of the group to be held by us. If that's the case, we'll know within a few months time. And if that happens, I will cry. Either way, we will give these babies every chance we can and care for them every second of the lives they live.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14653389502200314145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797750003531653838.post-44292947072274152862015-11-10T18:53:00.000-08:002015-11-10T18:53:14.687-08:00The Big Day #2 (and more!)Tomorrow, Mr. Myth and I will get in the car, drive the girls to preschool, then head in to the RE's office for another embryo transfer! Our clinic doesn't thaw until an hour before, so we won't know anything about the status of the baby until we enter the transfer room. I am taking prednisone (tastes like gasoline!), doxycycline, metformin, estrogen, aspirin, and injecting progesterone as we prep.<br />
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I've been trying something new with the progesterone shots. Rather than just go back and forth between the right and left buttocks, I've thrown self-injection into the thighs into the rotation. It is a lot more sore there the next day, as that muscle gets pulled more, but I think it will really help as these two weeks drag on to distribute the pain level as the inevitable medication buildup happens. A warm soak with some epsom salts made a big difference in the soreness level the next day, too.<br />
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Girls have been sick lately, with both Hannah and Ellie developing ear infections that eventually required antibiotics. Ellie was diagnosed on Sunday with<a href="http://www.cdc.gov/rsv/" target="_blank"> RSV</a>, the cause of the double ear infection and a touch of pneumonia. She is doing noticeably better, but still pretty clingy. If she doesn't seem perky in the morning, we'll probably bring her with us rather than leaving her at preschool.<br />
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Of course, the first day Ellie got a fever was the day she was scheduled to get her flu shot. When these things happen, it reminds me of how many people might say the shot "made her sick" if she had shown symptoms one day later than she did. Of course, the flu shot cannot make you sick with the flu or anything else, but had things panned out differently by 12 hours, many would be unable to shake the feeling that the shot somehow did it. Be that as it may, she'll go back next week for the flu shot, because I don't want her to get two severe respiratory illnesses in the same season, especially since she was trying to develop pneumonia this time.<br />
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Hannah got hers today though, the mist that sprays in the nose. I had told her we would go for ice cream after her "shot," so she not only didn't get a needle, she got to eat ice cream anyway! Sweet deal for her!<br />
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Hannah had a touch of excitement, in that she won a drawing at the library for a digital copy of the new, live-action Disney movie! We watched it tonight, and it was really very good. I don't know that it tops "<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120631/?ref_=nv_sr_1" target="_blank">Ever After</a>," but it is definitely in the same league. I'm seeing princess movie night with her little friend and her cousin in the near future.<br />
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And, I can't help sharing this picture of Ellie channeling the Fresh Prince of Bel Air: She did this all by herself. Loves hats. Can't get enough of them. Ha!<br />
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So, we've had the great debate this month about what she is going to get dressed up as for, as I try to get her to call it (unsuccessfully), "National Kids Dress Up Day." Being three years old, Hannah has vacillated like a drunken top. I finally got her pinned down to being a cookie. No problem. I have, in my possession, a quilting hoop, an unused white sheet, a potato, and paint. So we made a cookie costume.</div>
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That was last weekend. This past weekend, Hannah refused to wear the cookie outfit and insisted that she wear her much-used Tinkerbell dress up dress and wings. *fine.* At least she wore the cookie once. Ellie was once again the Sad Ladybug. We went to a fall festival at a local church, and it was way fun. Hannah got to roast her first marshmallow, they got lots of candy from people's trunks, and nothing was scary. </div>
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The funniest thing was watching people react to the girls. Hannah was her gregarious self, playing every little game, saying "Thank you," and generally being a fairy of happiness. Ellie was the biggest grump, staring at people as if they were all going to bite her, and refusing to get down from Daddy's arms. And yet, people took as much, if not more notice of Ellie and gave her handfuls of candy even though she was as taciturn as a wooden stick. However, we did put her to bed afterward, and I took Hannah down the street to see our neighbors, so she out-candied Ellie in the end. </div>
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We found a friend in a little bee baby and got pictures of them together- precious!!</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14653389502200314145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797750003531653838.post-63244952285265073232015-10-22T19:09:00.000-07:002015-10-22T19:10:30.707-07:00How to get pregnant: Medication editionI'm well on my way to transfer of embryo number 2. I am much more amused this time around at how this process works. First, I take birth control. High dose. No placebo pills. I also have to get on anti-diabetic meds (thanks PCOS!) and aspirin. Then, the Lupron shots start. Goal: chemical menopause. After about a week of this, I stop the birth control pills, keep giving myself shots every morning, and switch to estrogen. The estrogen dose increases incrementally as I get my lining checked, then decreases a bit and stays constant either until the cycle is over or until I'm out of my first trimester. Once my lining is sufficiently thick, I stop the Lupron and start progesterone shots. These are the ones that hurt like heck. 5 days later, we transfer, and the progesterone continues. In the couple of days leading up to transfer, I also add an antibiotic and an oral steroid to the regime. The day of transfer involves a muscle relaxer. Metformin and Aspirin can be dispensed with if I get a positive pregnancy test, otherwise they will probably continue through another transfer cycle.<br />
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It was approximately at this point in 2013 that I did *not* wean Hannah or sign a contract or go back to the RE's office. At that point in time I was nervous about proceeding with another embryo transfer (when I thought we were going to do one). Right now, I am excited and hopeful. Other than the whole medicated cycle deal, I feel emotionally like I did when we were hoping to conceive 7 odd years ago. I have every reason to believe things will go well, and am looking forward to the process, and it's really hard for me to fathom that I am in this place again. Talk about restoring the time the locusts had stolen!<br />
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I am not the person who normally would post this sort of thing. With my previous pregnancies, I barely mentioned them online at all. That was largely because I was coming from a place of loss and self-protectiveness, which was absolutely what I needed at the time. Right now though, I am not in that cocoon mode. I feel very whole, and I am not afraid to chronicle this process as it unfolds, whatever the outcome.<br />
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1.) I have to wait until my next period to put 1 full cycle between nursing and transfer prepping.<br />
2.) I am waiting for the final word that the paperwork is complete, and that should come within a month; I'm not expecting any delays on that front.<br />
3.) Once my next cycle starts, I have a script for continuous-dose birth control to start shutting down my ovaries. Last time I was on that for 6 weeks prior to transfer.<br />
4.) I will need to have a hysteroscopy before I'll be cleared by the RE to be placed on a transfer timeline. (This is new, last time it was a sonohysterogram).<br />
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After that all clears, I'll get meds ordered and get a schedule for monitoring and transfer! Also, to my great relief, I learned that my RE's office has a satelite 20 minutes from my house so I won't have to make the 5 hour round trip again until the actual embryo transfer.<br />
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The girls went with me to the appointment and Hannah got to meet the doctor who put her in my tummy. He was so glad to see them, and I got to be properly mortified that all Hannah wanted to do was flip upside down in the chair and show her bottom side. *sigh* They even had her birth announcement in my chart- what an amazing experience to be in that office without the anxiety and sense of dread I remember from before.<br />
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The other highlight of the week was getting Ellie's next clothing size unpacked and discovering that one of the little dresses matches one of Hannah's. It must have been a really popular style, both of them are hand me downs! Here are the little darlings the morning of my RE appointment.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14653389502200314145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797750003531653838.post-63142403500956068642015-08-23T18:12:00.000-07:002015-08-28T20:00:50.545-07:00The Sad Demise of the Fancy CameraRemember the Fancy Camera? The one we got shortly after Hannah turned 1? The one that takes awesome pictures with almost no effort? It's blinking "ERR" which means... call Nikon and see how much it would take to fix it. But.... I can get the same camera body on Amazon for less than $150 (yes, it's an old model, but I really don't care because I'm not a "photographer" by any means), and it will likely cost at least that much to tinker with the one I have, if not. So I want a new camera but I'm not getting one right now because it's just not happening right now. And the lack of nice pictures has put a damper on my blogging aspirations. I'm just not inspired, haha!<br />
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Now I have my phone- still much better than the point and click we replaced with the fancy camera. Plus, it takes video, so that is a plus.<br />
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One of the reasons I am not getting a replacement camera body right now is because I have a new sewing machine. This story of the new sewing machine comes with the rest of the story of what we've been up to the last few weeks.<br />
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The girls started preschool at a Montessori school a few weeks ago, which allows me to pick up some extra home health visits for a while. They go 3 days a week, and Ellie takes a nap while she's there. She needed a nap mat. All the affordable ones had Disney princesses or Dora plastered across them, and all the ones I liked were not what I would consider affordable. So I decided to make one from some old sheets, because... it shouldn't be that hard, really.<br />
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Now, I like to sew, but my machine is decades old, basic, and quirky. It got progressively worse as I tried to sew these few simple seams, and I was in tears by the third night of what should have been a 3 hour job. So my neighbor gave me her second-hand machine that she didn't want anymore, which was rusty but sewed a seam... but the bobbin winder didn't work. I therefore had to keep 2 machines out, one to wind bobbins and the other to sew seams, and I kept fantasizing in my head about all of the things I've always wanted in a machine and isn't it high time to get a new one?<br />
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I finally churned out this (please don't zoom in and examine the seams- it's painful):<br />
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Passable, but it could have been much, much better. Then I started researching machines. I checked out Craigslist, but nothing available fit the bill. I looked at Berninas (My mother has one that I learned on), but they are soooooo expensive. I looked at Brothers, but have always been unimpressed with their quality track record and didn't want to sort through which machine might be worth it it and which models were probably junky. I finally visited a local sewing store and found the Babylock. Yes, similar to Brother structurally (but not, I found out, the same company- despite some claims that it is). </div>
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I bit the bullet, and bought the one I wanted new, and I rarely buy things new, but this one was worth it. I sat down the next evening and made Ellie a skirt for her uniform. Do you know nobody makes Khaki skirts or scooters in any size smaller than 3T? Why don't they think 1 year olds want school uniforms too? Really now. So, to sum up, it took me 3 days to sew a silly nap mat with the old machine(s) and 1 evening to tailor a scooter skirt with the new one (and I even modified the pattern to suit my needs). </div>
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Well, Hannah is absolutely loving preschool. Ellie adapted quickly, but Hannah can't wait. Every day she asks me if it's preschool day, and she has been picking "pre-school hair" for me to do on her from my new favorite website <a href="http://babesinhairland.com/" target="_blank">Babes in Hairland</a>. Ellie has only had 1 accident for them in the last 2 weeks, so I'd say she's good and potty trained even with a change in location and routine, and that makes me happy too.</div>
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We went to the local pool for a 1/2 hour lesson every day for 2 weeks. She now has a good idea of how to kick, hold her breath for a brief dunk, and has started using her arms when guided in a swimming motion. I wouldn't say "she can swim," but her awesome teacher has brought her a lot closer to it. While she was in lessons, we brought Ellie in to the pool ourselves to start getting her used to it and hopefully show her some floating techniques as well. She got a little freaked out by being rolled on to her back, but she at least isn't panicking the moment her skin hits the water anymore. </div>
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In other news, Ellie is doing great with the potty. She's starting to go on cue when sat on the potty before we leave the house, as well as only signalling when she actually needs to use the facilities (and going immediately when I take her). I'm thinking about putting her in underwear and seeing how she does with that. She is not taking herself even though the little potty is always available to her, so I might as well.<br />
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The funny thing about potty training is that I noticed that she does soft grunts a lot while breathing. I kept thinking she was going to poop.... but she wasn't, she was just breathing. I mentioned this to the ARNP at her appointment, and she ordered us an echo-cardiogram. She did hear a slight murmur, so we'll see if any of this is contributing to the other.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14653389502200314145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797750003531653838.post-16109585240663556242015-06-25T12:18:00.000-07:002015-06-25T12:18:22.771-07:00The Flapper Girls Take the TownThis past Saturday was a big, big night for Hannah and me. It was going to be a big, big night for all four of us, but Little Miss Ellie threw a fever at the last minute so Daddy stayed home with her and Hannah and I went out and about. Because Ellie was fine until early afternoon, we all dressed up anyway and took pictures before heading out the door. Hooray for Goodwill. Seriously. And online tutorials on hair and makeup, since I wasn't about to bob my hair.<div>
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So, off we headed to my sister's murder mystery party. I had thought the cousins were going to be there, but they weren't so it was just Hannah. She ended up "playing" the part of the mayor whose assigned person didn't show. Apparently, my sister is a master sorceress and ordered up a thunder storm just for effect. And, I didn't do it. Neither did Hannah, so we escaped unjailed. Hannah was ecstatic.</div>
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After that, we went to my best friend's speakeasy party, where there were little friends for Hannah to play with. My bestie is currently across the country doing a fellowship as an oncologist, so we hardly ever get to see each other. The little girls danced the night away, played puzzles, and learned to gamble (i.e., they counted chips and rolled/ threw dice). Hannah did not go to sleep until we finally left at 1am. Of course, she was still up at 7am Sunday morning, the rat. </div>
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Obviously we had fun. This week, we are doing swimming lessons AND Vacation Bible School. Sam got into a continuing education class last minute, but next week he's off again and I'll be able to get some swimming lesson shots. I'm really glad she's in them since child drowning is such a big issue in my state. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14653389502200314145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797750003531653838.post-78877967206774585012015-06-18T21:06:00.002-07:002015-06-18T21:06:45.523-07:00Miss Scarlet in the Dining Room. With a Knife.Cherry season is here! Bwahahaha!<br />
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This week has been largely uneventful. This weekend we have two parties though, both "speakeasy" themed, so fun pics will happen, I'm sure. We totally hit up Goodwill today as I had nothing even modifiable- my wardrobe is decidedly more 50's- perhaps because my figure matches the ideal of that decade better. Now I have to decide how to do my hair- faux bob, or nape of the neck roll?</div>
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They had an exhibit of fossil finds in our state, including R.O.U.S.'s. No kidding. Read the sign, haha.<br />
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Hannah rode "Morla" (My name, not the zoo's), and Ellie got scared to death of the otters. In the first picture, she hasn't see one yet. The second one is the one I snapped right before I realized she was screaming like a banshee.<br />
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In potty training world, things are going pretty well. Now that I've done this early training bit twice, I have a few observations that seem to have been a constant between both girls:<br />
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1.) "3-day training" is a misnomer. It's more like a 3-day kick-start. By the end of the first day, both my girls had developed a signal that cued me to take them to the bathroom. By the 3rd day with Ellie we had caught a couple of pees, a poop, and minimized accidents. By the end of the 3rd day with Hannah, we had just learned to avoid accidents, but not actually gone in the potty. Progress to consistent holding and releasing takes a lot more time than that.<br />
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2.) If you want your kid to be able to remove himself from normal activities and come and alert you he needs to go, early training isn't the way. Little ones do give signals (mine have both patted themselves while making eye contact), but that doesn't always mean they're going to go to the bathroom if taken to the potty, and if you aren't paying attention, they'll give up really quickly and just have an accident instead. So Constant Vigilance is crucial, and it lasts like that for a few months. If you can't/don't want to spend that much time watching a baby who is minimally verbal, don't early train.<br />
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Mr. Myth and I take turns being on "baby watch" for those first few weeks. It's really easy right now because he's home all day every day so there's not so much stress on me.<br />
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3.) Sitting on the little potty really doesn't happen, because they can stand right back up instead of waiting a bit to actually go. The potty chair I got has a detachable seat that fits on the big toilet, so I have sat both of the girls on the big potty where they can't get down. This is an advantage over big kid training, because your big kid can get off the big potty too. Ellie typically holds it until a meal or snack time, so I've found myself feeding her finger foods while she sits on the big potty, and then once she's peed she goes to her high chair. Whatever it takes to keep her happy long enough to go.<br />
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Now that we're a little over a week in, she's getting quicker about going pee pee in a timely manner, and soon it will be automatic. Hannah peed on command almost immediately after she figured out how to go on purpose, and that wasn't until about 3 weeks in, so I'm hopeful it won't take too long this time either.<br />
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4.) Outings aren't really that scary. I put a diaper or a puppy pad (incontinence pad) under the bottom in the car seat for a while (a month or two) and keep the bottom bare on outings too. I bring the potty seat with me. It does make shopping a pain for a bit, because I take her to the potty when we first get there, any time she signals, and again before we leave, but it's worth it in the long run.<br />
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5.) Naps and Bedtime are still diapered until the girls are waking dry on their own. Sleep wetting is more physiologic/ developmental than trained, and I don't consider cessation of night wetting to be a potty training goal.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14653389502200314145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797750003531653838.post-90384656192079438752015-06-04T12:01:00.003-07:002015-06-04T12:02:41.167-07:00Summer is NighFor the first time ever, we are about to experience an honest-to-goodness summer break, and I am so excited! I don't have a newborn, Sam is not job hunting, and we get lots of weeks off just to enjoy our family.<br />
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To celebrate, I decided to try to potty train Ellie. I'm probably nutso. Hannah trained at 20 months, if I remember correctly, using some version of the "3-day method" which is recommended for 15 months of age. Ellie is 14 months... but summer is starting! What better time than now, when Daddy is going to be home with me to watch her like a hawk?<br />
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I started 2 days ago, which makes today day 3. And no, she's not trained like the method name implies, haha. She's doing the same thing Hannah did, in that once she realized that she's not supposed to go on the floor, she just holds it and holds it as long as she can. Today, we caught the tail end of a pee pee in the potty- she was running towards the bathroom while she was doing it, so I'm pretty sure she's got the idea. I'll be so excited if she's out of diapers except for naps and nightime by the end of the summer, but we'll see. I'm perfectly willing to back off if she needs to.<br />
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We have a few plans. We would like to go to the zoo. Camping might happen. Game nights with friends are a definite. Breaking out the fondue pot is a probability. Tomorrow is Sam's last day at work, and it's hard not to get too excited, but cleaning is also on the list, so that might curb my enthusiasm a little bit. Well, maybe not Hannah's. She thinks a scrub brush and a spray bottle are excitement sent from Heaven, hah!<br />
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It's the Library. I can't help it. I might have backed off a bit in college when our school library was mostly academic snoozers and I wasn't a resident so I couldn't have a county card, but I started right back with it as soon as I was out. It was already a weekly occurrence, but then I bought myself a Kindle with some old visa rewards points, and discovered that libraries <i>lend e-books</i>. Just when I thought I could't love the Library any more, it goes and melts my heart all over again. Because it is so much easier to read on a Kindle while nursing than having to hold a book open and turn pages.<br />
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And they deliver books directly to my house. And they have live music events. And they have adult language learning online. And, and, and.... it goes on! I love the Library, and I just can't help it! Oh, and if I check out 10 books, I get a free movie to download. This is not a problem. Date night on the Library!<br />
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So, right now, I am reading <u>The Never Ending Story</u> for the first time- anybody remember that movie? Strangely, they changed the name of the imagination world from "Fantastica" to "Fantasia." I am halfway through and still having trouble not saying "Fantasia" in my head every time I read the name of the book world. And Sam and I are reading(me)/ listening to(him) the <u>Inkheart</u> series, which is wonderful. I finally found a way to get him to read with me, thanks to the Library!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14653389502200314145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797750003531653838.post-40239569158783847172015-05-23T12:12:00.000-07:002015-05-28T12:45:22.843-07:00Happy Nurses/ Teacher's week!Thursday was my day. Until I babysat the cousins last minute. And Friday was my day. Until Ellie fell asleep 2 hours early and didn't take a nap during Hannah's quiet time. So Saturday is my day!<br />
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So what did I do? I crawled back into bed with Sam, woke him up, told him we'd made a baby, and cried<i>. I cried.</i> The miracle of life, even more amazing to us than to 85% of the population at large, with the added blessing of it being a surprise, and I was inconsolable. I wanted Hannah's sibling to be there instead. I felt like I had abandoned the embryos. It was like that second line brought with it an enormous wave of guilt and I was drowning in it.</div>
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So my husband took my hand, dried my tears, drew me out of bed and onto my knees, and began to thank God for the baby. He prayed for its health. He prayed for our fitness as parents. Most importantly to me at the time, he prayed for the safety of the remaining embryos as they would have to wait a while for their turn. And my heart began to change. I was able to thank God too, and start to value and love this baby who God had wanted to create. It was a very bittersweet moment, <i>very</i> bitter, and <i>very sweet</i>.</div>
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My heart still feels the blow. It was difficult to get people to understand that no, we didn't want to just send the other embryos back now that we could apparently "do it on our own." It was difficult to explain that we had emotions other than "thrilled," and that those emotions included shame and guilt. There are times I look at Hannah that I want desperately to have her full sibling in our arms, when it doesn't seem fair to her that her sister has such different features, that I don't have to tell the doctors about Ellie's "biological parents" like I do for Hannah. </div>
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I am reminded of <a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm+127" target="_blank">Psalm 127</a>, where it says that unless the Lord builds the house, the builders labor in vain, and unless the Lord guards the town, the watchman keeps awake for nothing. God is constructing our family- He gets the final say. He wanted Ellie here with us, and her presence has made me more open handed as I approach the throne of grace with our blueprints as we prepare to hope for another embryo sibling to come out of the freezer and home with us.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14653389502200314145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797750003531653838.post-41549400427371696042015-05-06T19:15:00.000-07:002015-05-06T19:15:09.869-07:00Ready to Start OverI have been horrible at keeping up. It's just... time I don't take. It's not as easy to sit and think when babies have multiplied and they're all walking and needing things, and those moments when they're sleeping are filled with things like... showering, and dishes, and helping Mr. Myth grade papers, and let's face it, I have a slight addiction to books.<br />
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Wow, this makes my life look fun and exciting. I guess that's when you take pictures, huh? That's why I need to continue this blog on a regular basis. I do have regular moments of beauty, and one post would just get cluttered with everything I should have been documenting. It makes me love where we are so much more when I can reflect like this.<br />
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Thursdays. It's on the calendar.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14653389502200314145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797750003531653838.post-8727130253513449562015-05-06T18:59:00.000-07:002015-05-08T19:43:36.949-07:00In which, I am Goo.Staying at home with two little ones is a daily balancing act. Most days there's a lot of redirection, screaming for no discernible reason (them, not me!), and back and forth between the never-coordinated needs of a 3 year old and a 1 year old. I love it, I wouldn't trade it; I'm not so rose colored that I think it's fun and easy all the time.<br />
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This is when Hannah came up with a new game. It's the renaming game. It went something like this:</div>
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<b>"Mommy, you are Goo!"</b></div>
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<b>"She likes it Goo!"</b></div>
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We played like this all day. I was, in fact, "Goo" for weeks. For some reason it makes Hannah and Ellie break into giggle fits. </div>
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Daddy gets a lot of privileges, you know. He's gone all day, so when he gets home, it's fun hour. He gets the daily recap, the tickle fest, and the dance time while I cook. But this was a Mommy special. Those other days, the ones where I wonder how many times I can repeat the same set of directions, or try to figure out why the hysterics started, or clean up some kind of staining spill, I remember this one. I get tired, I get grouchy, I get overwhelmed, no doubt. But I must be doing something right.</div>
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It's hard to believe that summer is halfway over. I would like to say that I haven't posted anything because we've been sooooo busy, but the truth is quite the opposite; I haven't done much of anything because we've been sooooo relaxed these days. We officially completed our time at the boy's ranch ministry, and moved back to our hometown at the end of April. We're renting for now, but will be moving again when we find a house to purchase that's closer to the job Mr. Myth is starting in August.<br />
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That's right- new job, new house, new community coming up next! The job is at a charter school that focuses heavily on math (Mr. Myth's specialty) and science. It's an exciting career move and his making a normal teaching salary will allow me to stay home with little girls again.<br />
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So, what HAVE we been doing?<br />
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Well, in May we went on a BIG TRIP to see a family member graduate medical school and made several stops along the way:<br />
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First we saw my friends from college who have little girls about the same age. Then we saw cousins at the graduation/ commissioning ceremony. Then we went to see Sam's aunt and uncle, and concluded with visiting the girls' third cousins a good friend who had recently moved away. 2 weeks on the road was plenty. I'm glad to be done, but I'm also glad for the fantastic opportunity afforded us to take the trip. Here's a sample of the fun.<br />
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What else? Well... not much. We go to the park a lot. We go to the library for story time. We walk to the grocery store around the corner that gives out cookies. We have my sister and the cousins over for a little post-partum exercise session a couple of times a week (her little boy is <i>2 days</i> older than Ellie!). Mr. Myth had a minor surgery a couple of weeks ago, so we've been laying low and even watching some Veggie Tales in the evenings. Hannah doesn't know that the originals aren't the cool hip thing for kids right now!<br />
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It has been so. nice. Just hanging out as a family and having time for friends whenever has been a huge breath of fresh air. I love summer. Soon enough things will get hectic again, in different ways, but I hope we can hold onto some of the solidarity and enjoyment of each other's company that we've been reveling in recently. The most recent picture-worthy thing we did was the 4th of July parade. There was a water fountain incident on the way back, I could tell you, or I could show you:<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14653389502200314145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797750003531653838.post-62705499763178982512014-06-07T12:07:00.001-07:002014-06-07T12:08:40.770-07:00Hannah: The Year in ReviewIt's been a long year.<br />
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In <span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">April</span> 2013, I started a job. 12 hour night shifts, 3 nights a week, every other weekend. Hannah was 15 months old. She could barely talk. She loved grapes, cheese, and the park. She looked like this:<br />
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She started going to a babysitter on days I had to sleep and Daddy had to work. She learned a little bit of Spanish from the babysitter- we still use the word "agua" almost exclusively when talking about water. I missed her on days I worked, but she adjusted well. I used the opportunity to slowly wean, since our doctor wouldn't do another embryo transfer until a month after we were done completely. </div>
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In <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">July</span> 2013, Mr. Myth and I celebrated 6 years of marriage. Hannah was 18 months old. We were down to nursing only at night a few nights a week. I was preparing to cut her off completely once my next cycle started. It didn't. We looked like this:</div>
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In <span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">September</span> 2013, Hannah was still nursing since I no longer had to wean for the next embryo transfer. She was 20 months old. We started potty training. She had to get a new babysitter because the old one started a new job. She potty trained in about 3 weeks, using the "3 day method." She still didn't talk much, so she could use the potty, just not talk about it. Good thing she'd go on command. She loved to "help" with dishes. She looked something like this:</div>
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In <span style="color: orange; font-size: large;">October</span> 2013, Hannah's granddad got remarried, and Hannah got to be the flower girl! She was not shy. She marched right down that aisle with her flower girl partner in crime like she was born for it. I should start a business renting her out as a professional wedding attendant. We stopped by a pumpkin patch with her cousin (1 year older) on our way back home from the wedding. She was 21 months old and looked like this:</div>
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In <span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;">December</span> 2013, Hannah turned 2! I got a wild hair and threw her a themed birthday party- the Very Hungry Caterpillar. She obliged by being her Very Hungry Self. She had started picking up lots of words just a couple of weeks before her birthday. She looked like this:</div>
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In <span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">March</span> 2014 she was 27 months old. She would put her hand on my belly and say "baby!" She was talking in 2-3 word sentences. I was on maternity leave and loving the time I had with her as she transitioned from being an only child to being a big sister. We looked like this:</div>
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And then, everything changed. In 1hr and 45 minutes on the morning of <span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">March 28th</span>, we went from a family of 3 to a family of four. Now we look like this:</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14653389502200314145noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797750003531653838.post-40258489297714030032014-05-26T20:25:00.000-07:002014-05-26T20:25:20.541-07:00Mythbuster: Personal Edition<h2>
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<span style="color: magenta;">We can't get pregnant on our own</span></h3>
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As we have every intention of going back for Hannah's siblings, we had been taking steps to prevent a natural pregnancy prior to the next transfer. It kind of goes without saying that we weren't totally committed to our method of choice, since it seems very unlikely that we need to actually try to prevent.</div>
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<span style="color: magenta;">Conclusion that I will never experience a viable pregnancy without medical intervention: FALSE</span></h3>
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Since I have been gone for so long (and huge family updates will be coming soon), this is both a pregnancy and birth "announcement" for the two people who might sometimes follow my blog. I will save my thoughts on how this relates to our embryo adoption plans for another post.</div>
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Meet Eliora, our second bundle of unbelievability! Hannah has commandeered her already.</div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14653389502200314145noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797750003531653838.post-27493225969236376032013-05-31T17:41:00.003-07:002013-05-31T17:41:43.049-07:00In which Mommy makes panels for the baby carrier because she got bored with the old ones.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14653389502200314145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797750003531653838.post-36023707720332510152013-05-19T16:41:00.002-07:002013-05-19T16:41:36.876-07:00Princess hair- it does exist!If you've been following this blog for any length of time, you know that the little princess has had very little hair to go with her diminutive status. This past week, we crossed a milestone; I was able to do something with her hair other than two tiny pigtails! I present, the princess hair:<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14653389502200314145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797750003531653838.post-4077338375393140722013-05-12T18:21:00.000-07:002013-05-12T18:21:27.959-07:00Mother's DayMother's Day is a day of very different emotions for me. This is my second mother's day, and I'm finding myself viewing it in a mixture of thankful awe and remembered grief. I feel a heightened sense of awareness of those around me at church, women who have had failed infertility treatments, miscarriages, husbands who won't agree to children yet, couples who are going through the homestudy process as they hope to adopt. Infertility is supposed to affect 15-20% of couples, and yet in our small church, there is only 1 couple who hasn't been touched by unfulfilled dreams of expanding their family.<br />
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I love being a mom, but I am finding myself wishing this day didn't have to be thrust upon us as a population, and that I had something more to say than just "thank you" when everyone wishes my a happy Mother's Day. If we could just stay home and "celebrate" it in private, I would be so much more comfortable. I don't like being singled out for some sort of honor seemingly above other women because I now have a child. As you go through this day, don't forget about those on the grief side of the fence, who have maybe lost their mothers, or long for motherhood that seems so far out of reach. And please, don't needle anybody about when their first Mother's Day will be, because each woman is significant for her own sake, and suggesting that motherhood is a task to be accomplished diminishes her intrinsic worth.<br />
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That being said, I did have a nice day! In Hannah's Easter Basket, I had put some soap crayons, thinking that they were a brilliant idea. Of course, she loves them. Then I realized that I was teaching her to love coloring on the walls.... maybe that wasn't so brilliant. However, when I got up this morning, I had the following message waiting for me; it seems she is brilliant after all:<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14653389502200314145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797750003531653838.post-91201156056226126982013-03-30T20:47:00.000-07:002013-03-30T20:47:19.569-07:00In which Mommy Loses an AdjectiveIf you've spent any time with online "motherhood" communities, you may have noticed that we love our adjectives. Forums, especially, are a great place to advertise how many adjectives we have. You may see a short response to someone else's topic (i.e. "me too!"), followed by what's known as a "signature." This signature includes things you want everyone to know about you. We love our signatures to be longer than our "me too" replies, so we make them something like this. Bonus points if there is a graphic "blinky" associated with each adjective:<br />
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Cloth diapering, home-birthing, exclusively breast-feeding, organically clothed, local grass-fed beef eating, non-circing, non-vaxing, home-schooling, vegetable growing, stay-at-home mom.<br />
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This is just a sampling of the adjectives that seem to be popular around where I've read, and no, this is not my "signature." After all of the adjectives, it's hard not to compare ourselves as moms against the adjectives preceding it. Does this person think I'm inadequate for choosing differently from her in these areas? Am I still accepted if some of these adjectives apply to me, but not all? Or we take pride in these labels, saying to ourselves, that we are good moms because of them.<br />
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So, among the adjectives I could use to build my signature, it is time to admit that one of them will no longer apply. You can take "stay-at-home" off the list. I got a job, and am starting Monday. This has been a big decision, though not as difficult as I would have thought. I am lucky, because I am a nurse, and can work 3 nights a week and call it full time. We have a private sitter whom we know and trust to watch Hannah on the mornings after I work so that I can get some sleep. She is mostly weaned, and is sleeping all night long in her own room now, so she may not even miss me much while I'm at work.<br />
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Joking aside, we have taken a hard look at our goals for the future and decided that it will be best if I work and save my salary for a while, at the end of which time, hopefully, we will be ready to welcome home another one of Hannah's siblings (no! This is NOT an announcement!). I am looking forward to the professional development personally, and have started to get out my equipment and uniforms. Hannah has joined in the fun, playing doctor for the first time:<br />
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In all of this, I have had to take stock of my adjective comparisons. I used to be very adamant that I would *never* work outside the home with children in the house. Now, I can look at our situation with peace, because "stay at home" or not, I am a mom. I love that title most.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14653389502200314145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797750003531653838.post-58457896419390826962013-03-10T22:13:00.000-07:002013-03-10T22:13:00.329-07:00MomentsWhen I think back, my life of childless infertility seems measured in moments, defined by specifics that seared themselves into my brain.<div>
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<li>It was baking in deafening silence, while my heart could hear a small voice asking to lick the spoon, feeling a little hand in mind as we made thumprints in the cookies.</li>
<li>It was dying inside while a family member (clearly thinking as a potential "Grand") went on and on about how natural I looked with a baby after I had made the mistake of holding a newborn in front of them at church.</li>
<li>It was escaping the church ladies on the way out the door on Father's day, as they kept asking when Sam's first Father's day would be. Little did they know that this *was* his first, but the baby had died, so there was no celebration for us, and I couldn't bring myself to voice that fact, so we just ran.</li>
<li>It was realizing how everything in my house was for adults as I cleaned.</li>
<li>It was realizing that I still had a baby blanket in my closet as I avoided cleaning that closet.</li>
<li>It was hearing my ministry leader tell us that we weren't open to God's plan for our family if I was still sad about being infertile, weeks after we had told them about our plans to adopt.</li>
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Then everything changed, and suddenly my life as a mom is measured in moments, each seared onto my brain in stark contrast to the moments of loss.</div>
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<li>It is knowing the smell of my daughter, recognizing it on her blankets within hours of her birth.</li>
<li>It is feeling her arms around my neck, and experiencing her relax against me when I respond to her cry in the middle of the night.</li>
<li>It is seeing a laundry line full of diapers or baby clothes, papering the sky with its joyful presence.</li>
<li>It is hearing "mama" and watching her face light up when I walk into the room.</li>
<li>It is watching her cry her eyes out when her daddy leaves, then get to the door as fast as she can when she hears him coming back, dragging him to the bed for a round of tickles.</li>
<li>It is watching her grandparents eyes as they cherish her and knowing that it is finally my turn to bring them this delight.</li>
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Does motherhood erase the years of infertility? No. They're not gone, and the new memories make the memories of those years more acutely painful, if possible. But, the memories of those years also make the new memories more acutely joyful, and the frustrations seem very small in comparison. I am so thankful for every moment of the life that gave me my daughter. If I had to do it over again, I would chose every painful moment for the baby we have right now.</div>
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