This story comes from HDYDI reader Martha.
Our fertility story started about four years after we were married. We tried for months on end with no results. Resorted to peeing on sticks to see just when the right time was. After about a year and a half of that I was finally pregnant.
I remember thinking—I’ve never told anyone else this to this day—I remember thinking, “I wonder how long will this last?” Self fulfilling prophecy? Probably. I miscarried right at 6-8 weeks, the very night we had people over for the Super Bowl and announced my pregnancy.
I remember passing that baby into the toilet. It’s brutal, but it’s the truth.
My doctors told me that since I had gotten pregnant I should keep trying. Fast forward a year and still no more pregnancies. So we decided to see a fertility specialist. I was “advanced” in age according to fertility docs so it didn’t seem like a crazy idea.
I had a procedure to check everything out to make sure everything was working ok. It turns out that I had a blocked fallopian tube. It was blocked with some body tissue, nothing that was a problem. They blew it out of there with some compressed air.
Did you know that you don’t always ovulate from alternating sides each month? You don’t. I was ovulating most often from the side that was blocked, hence the no pregnancy thing. Well, that made the most sense in the whole world!
Hallelujah!!! Now we can get pregnant!
But there was still nothing after a few months, so we opted for IUI. Our first round of IUI was supposed to be a trial run. I had no idea what we were getting ourselves into and didn’t know what to expect.
I did the injections. My faithful husband did his work with the cup. On the day of the insemination we happened to have tickets to a concert at the Erwin Center [large performance center in Austin). We went to the doctor, I got inseminated (totally not thinking this would work given the odds!), we went to Scholz Garten and drank a few beers and went to the Erwin Center to watch a concert. On the walk there I was visibly uncomfortable: the hormones they had given me to inject to induce ovulation had kicked in and I could feel it in my bones. The beers did nothing to hide the pain!
Flash forward a few days.
After my blood test following insemination, I heard “Congratulations! You are very pregnant!!!” said the nurse. Huh? Just how pregnant? My hormone levels were three times those of normal single pregnancies. I was freaked out!!!! I had done IUI. I knew that at the time of insemination I had ovulated four eggs. WAS I PREGNANT WITH FOUR BABIES???????
I was constantly nervous for the weeks that followed until we found out how many babies we were having. I knew it could have been four. The hormone level was that of three.
As I sat in the waiting room that day I wanted to vomit, I was that nervous. We were led into the exam room and the doctor did the vaginal ultrasound and announced that we were having…twins!!! Oh thank the good Lord in Heaven! I was worried about three or even four! At the time I thought, “Twins, I can handle.” And we have.
That was 9 years ago. Our twin boys are happy, healthy, smart, and funny. They make good grades and have friends who complete them. They are each others best friend 98% of the time, then they fight.
I wouldn’t trade the experience for a million dollars. Our twins were meant to be. They are perfect in every way. And our family is completed in every way because of them.
People ask me “How did you do it?” and my answer is always a stupid, “We didn’t know any better.”
Those of you expecting multiples know this: do not worry about the details. You are the parents of multiples. You are blessed beyond belief and God will lead you through this, whatever your situation needs.
Take one day at a time and enjoy your little babies because one day they will grow up and it will all be gone: that sweet baby smell… the naps… the nice kids…. Mine are 9 now and they stink. Boys just stink. They sweat: it happens. But one of my twin boys is as tall as my chin and he’s only 9!
What will the next 9 years hold? I can only hold my breath and wait. Because it’s gonna be a great ride!!
This post is part of Infertility Tales 2014, How Do You Do It?‘s series to raise awareness about infertility and its impact on families. Please take a moment to read through some of the personal stories of loss, pain, fertility treatments, and success.