Miracle - Sunday Scribblings

First time trying to get pregnant! Success!

Disappointment. I begin to bleed. It's an ectopic pregnancy. They are able to save the tube, but scar tissue forms later.

Miscarriage.

Miscarriage.

Can't get pregnant! Can't stay pregnant!

Dr. Schindler at OGA in Houston, Texas, was the kindest, warmest, most helpful reproductive endocrinologist on the planet. Perfect bedside manner. We try Clomid. We try injections. Nothing. He goes in. There's terrible endometriosis, a benign tumor blocking the left ovary, and scar tissue on the right. He prescribes three months of hellish Lupron treatment - forced menopause. Then we can try again.

Let's not take chances. Use the injections then use hubby's sperm to artifically inseminate... begin progesterone treatment immediately to avoid a miscarriage, and ....wait.

I'm going to have twins! A boy and a girl! THIS is the miracle I've been waiting for.

I developed toxemia and was hospitalized for two weeks. Then my kidneys began to fail. I was was seven weeks early, but we had to deliver or risk my life. The twins, a boy (4 lb. 3 oz.) and a girl (3 lb. 5 oz.), were tiny, but healthy and had to spend 11 and 13 days in the NICU before coming home.

They turned twelve this summer, my little miracles!

I also want to share with you some previous posts about miracles.

My dad passed away suddenly and without warning in October of 2004. We did NOT experience a miracle. That post is here. My dad's life, however, was a miracle to me because he was the most honorable man that I have ever known. You can read a poem I wrote here.

My step-grand-sons (twins) are also little miracle babies, and you can read about them here.

And on a lighter note, it's a miracle if I ever get to sleep in my own bed because of THIS.

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