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Friday, October 7, 2011

Labour, Delivery and Beyond

She's here! We're very pleased to welcome our darling daughter, Ally Ray to the world. We're head-over-heals in love and are welcoming all the new changes to our lives.

On Sept. 1, 5 days before my due date, I visited with my OBGYN and was told I was 1cm dilated. Of course we knew not to get our hopes up, labour could still be days, maybe even weeks away. However, not long after we left Dr. H's office, I started to bleed (which he said might happen) and was exhausted, but at the same time, anxious to get out and do something. Here's a paragraph-long version of how the evening progressed.

I went into labour around 10:30 on Thursday night and Ally arrived about 11 hours later on September 2. Labour progressed quickly, and I arrived in the hospital at 3am and was 5cm dilated. At 6:30am I asked for an epidural, received it at 7:30, and by 8:00 I was an entirely different person. Just as we were beginning to relax, anticipating a mid-afternoon birth, Dr.A. announced that Ally was in distress and I was going to be prepped for an emergency C-section. The room flooded with the surgical team and the pediatric team, and I was given a spinal block. After the block was given, Dr.A. said she was going to have me push and she was going to use the vacuum. 12 pushes later, one of the nurses said, "Look up, you're baby's coming." As I lifted my head, Ally emerged into the world.

Unfortunately, she had to be taken from me immediately because she wasn't breathing. As it turns out, she had a velamentous insertion of her umbilical cord which caused her distress and in turn had her first bowel movement while still inside and ultimately swallowed meconium. Her Apgar scores were initially very low, but thankfully within 10 minutes she was finally placed on my chest.

Dr. A. was amazed at the fragile condition of her cord, and marvelled at how she managed to grow to a healthy size, let alone survive at all. Ally truly is a miracle.

Life since Ally's birth has been wonderful, but certainly not without its challenges. It's been a steep learning curve, but we're taking it in stride, and are feeling like we "get her" more and more each day. We are so incredibly deeply in love, and are thankful for each precious moment. All in all, the adjustment is not as difficult as I anticipated.

Thanks to everyone for their love and support. xo

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Counting Down the DAYS

It's difficult to believe that labour and delivery is just around the corner. We've reached the final hurdle of this part of the journey, and yet, it hasn't hit home. More than anything, I'm apprehensive. Throughout this process, I've learned there are no guarantees - even at 39 weeks gestation - and you can bet I'll be holding my breath until she's safely in my arms.

Last week I had my final counseling appointment before I give birth. Jen and I discussed the importance of letting go of control, staying positive and having a plan should I be hit hard by postpartum depression. Because of my 20 year history with anxiety and depression, and the loss of our twins (which is becoming increasingly more difficult to handle), I'm more likely to be hit hard. When actively depressed, I can barely take care of myself, and my fear is that I won't be able to provide for my daughter should this happen. I've talked with my parents who (of course) are more than willing to help meet her needs if I'm struggling, and as soon as I work up the nerve, I will approach friends and other family members to see if they are willing to support me, Cy and our little love bug.

On another note, Dr. Hunt checked my cervix on the 23rd, and reported it to be approximately 2cm long and still pointed back. He accurately predicted she wouldn't be making her appearance that week, but was hopeful that he'd see a significant change at our Sept. 1 appointment. Dr. H. also predicted I'd put on some more weight near the end which has also happened - approximately 5lbs. Baby's heartbeat was 156bmp and my blood pressure was perfect, but I tested positive for Group B Streptococcus so avoiding an IV during labour is out of the question. All in all, I still feel great!

Friday, August 12, 2011

25 Days!

The latest

How far along: 36 weeks 4 days

Weight gain: Not too sure. It wasn't discussed at my last appointment.

Blood Pressure: "Excellent"

Baby's Heartbeat: 154 bpm

Maternity clothes: Of course, but more still able to wear some of my regular ones

Stretch marks: Nope

Sleep: Normal

Movement: Still sticking her feet into my ribcage on occasion. She has just enough room to move her little bum from my right side to the left, and back again.

Cravings: Summer fruit

Driving me crazy: Although it's improved, acne is still my biggest complaint.

Names we have in mind: Just when we think we've settled on a name, our minds are changed.

What I miss: lime margaritas

What I'm looking forward to: Having the renos completed! And, of course, seeing our sweet girl 'nuggle with her daddy.

Overall: Still feeling pretty darn good! Yes, I can be uncomfortable when I eat too much and then sit down, and my body is pretty sore after a day of cleaning the house. But really, how can I complain about that when the first part of my pregnancy was so terrible? As far as crappy pregnancy symptoms go, I don't have swollen ankles or fingers, sausage toes, constipation or hemorrhoids. I don't need a special pillow for sleeping, nor do I have leg cramps, stretch marks or varicose veins.

At my doctor's appointment this past Tuesday, I was tested for Group B strep, and have officially graduated to weekly appointments to have my super fun internal exams. Go cervix, go!


Saturday, August 6, 2011

Pics and Ultrasound #9


Horn Lake, 35 weeks

American nursery

American nursery

American nursery

Maternity photo shoot with Studio Christy (Portland)

Our triplets - Maternity shoot with Studio Christy (Portland)

Maternity photo shoot with Christy Rimrodt of Studio Christy (Portland)

Maternity photo shoot with Christy Rimrodt of Studio Christy (Portland)

Peter, Erin and Kaden hosted my Canadian shower

Cake made by Joanna for my Canadian shower

Diaper cake made by Erin (Canadian shower)

Party favours at Canadian shower

Cyballs opened some gifts, too.
My in-laws, Jerry and Linda hosted my American shower

July 3rd - Along the Columbia River in Oregon, 31 weeks

Work baby shower
I had the 9th ultrasound of this pregnancy on Friday. Once again my docs want to ensure our girl is growing. Of course the tech can't tell me much about what he was seeing, but he did say she's weighing in at just over 6 lbs and is measuring at
35w3d (which is bang-on). The other bit of interesting news is her position; her head is so low in my pelvis, he couldn't see anything above her mouth/tip of her sweet little nose. He pointed out her heart, kidneys, bladder, ribs and spine, as well as noting that her legs are crossed just under my right rib (which I already knew because of the slight pressure I usually feel). At the time, her bum was on my left, but the only movements she can make lately is moving her bum from side to side in my uterus.

I have one more ultrasound booked for August 22, but if Dr. H. is satisfied with her growth, I won't have to go to that appointment. I'm slightly anxious to talk to Dr. H. on Tuesday since the tech was asking me some abnormal questions.

All in all, I feel great!

Friday, July 22, 2011

On Track

My sister and good friend hosted my Canadian shower on the 10th, and it was more than I could have ever imagined; everything was personalized and every last detail was perfect. We were incredibly spoiled, but most importantly we were definitely feeling the love!

In my last post, we had just had our first set of maternity photos taken. We recently got them back and couldn't be happier!

Stay tuned for pics from my showers and our shoot with the fabulous Christy.

Here's the latest stats:

How far along: 33 weeks 3 days

Weight gain: Nadda. In fact, for purposes of this post, it should read "Weight Loss." I'm down a couple lbs. I have no idea how, but I'm losing and she's gaining. Once again, the doctor isn't concerned because my uterus is measuring at 33 weeks, so she's definitely growing. Today at my appointment, Dr. H. went over the radiologist's report, pointing out the different measurements that were taken. Of all the measurements, supposedly the abdominal circumference is the most significant/telling, and Our Girl was measuring 29 weeks 5 days (I was 30 weeks 0 days when I had the ultrasound). And while we're talking about weight, at the time of the ultrasound, Little Miss was topping out a whopping 1655g (that's 3 lbs 10oz, approx.).

Blood Pressure: "Perfect"

Baby's Heartbeat: 160 bpm

Maternity clothes: Yes, but still able to rock a number of my oldies as well.

Stretch marks: Nope

Sleep: Normal, normal, normal. The last couple of weeks has found me tiring more easily; thankfully I can nap whenever I need it.

Movement: We've had a lot more movement during the day. She's taking to stretching those (long?) legs of hers into my right ribcage, but if I push on her foot, she'll move it.

Cravings: Water and nectarines

Driving me crazy: Although it's improved, acne is still my biggest complaint.

Names we have in mind: We think we have a winner, but nothing's set in stone.

What I miss: lime margaritas

What I'm looking forward to: Finishing up the details in her nurseries.

Overall: Her head is down, the placenta is well out of the way of her exit. She just needs to bulk up a bit more, and we'll be ready to go. Sadly, the reported also noted that my twins are no longer visible on a sonogram. From a medical standpoint, they are thrilled with the way this pregnancy has progressed after the loss. This was difficult to hear, but at the same time, welcomed news; we're so very happy our miracle has thrived and survived the chaos of her first 8 months of life. The radiologist also noted in his report that no malformations were evident. Aside from being a little tired, I'm feeling pretty darn good. I can't bring myself to work out in the gym as much as I would like, but I am managing pool workouts about 3 times a week.

Friday, July 8, 2011

Busy, Busy, Busy

What a busy couple of weeks we've had! The end of the 2010/11 school year marks the beginning of 14 months in my new role. My co-workers threw me and another woman a fantastic shower before the end of the year rolled around, and last night, my mother-in-law hosted our American baby shower. We were spoiled, but are so thankful to have so many wonderful people in our lives. I squeezed in an appointment with Dr.H., an ultrasound and a visit to my trusty counselor, all before leaving for Seattle.

Speaking of our American home, Baby F's nursery has come together nicely. It isn't quite finished yet, but the new carpet is in, the crown molding is up and the furniture is in its place. We haven't put any of the decor items up yet or filled her shelves, but we're getting closer.

The July long weekend found us in Portland visiting with Cyball's brother, his wife and their children, which was a bonus because the purpose of our trip was to have our maternity pictures done. We had a fantastic afternoon with Christy of Studio Christy. We worked our way around the Pearl District of beautiful Portland, in some uniquely urban maternity poses. Christy was fantastic to work with, and we're looking forward to seeing 2.5 hours worth of photos.

How far along: 31 weeks 4 days

Weight gain: Nadda. Dr. H. said it's unusual for a woman with my pre-pregnancy weight to have only gained 15 lbs at this point in her pregnancy, but at our ultrasound on June 28 (exactly 30 weeks), Baby was measuring 30w 1d. Dr. H. said I could put the weight on at the end, but as long as she's measuring bang-on, he's not concerned

Blood Pressure: Perfect

Baby's Heartbeat: 154bpm at ultrasound on June 28, 152 bpm at Dr. H.'s office later that day.

Maternity clothes: Yes, but still able to rock a number of my oldies as well.

Stretch marks: Nopers

Sleep: Normal, normal, normal. With the beginning of summer vacation, I feel as though I have more energy, so I no longer tap naps in the the later afternoon.

Movement: She's quiet during the day, but picks it up after 4pm

Cravings: Nothing

Driving me crazy: Although it's improved, acne is still my biggest complaint.

Names we have in mind: We have no idea. Hopefully she arrives with a name tag (and a manual).

What I miss: With the arrival of summer, I'd love to enjoy a refreshing adult beverage!

What I'm looking forward to: Obviously her arrival, but I'm enjoying being pregnant, and plan on soaking this all up.

Overall: I feel fantastic! To best describe it, I don't feel pregnant, or have yet to develop any of the uncomfortableness that goes along with being 8 months pregnant. I expect this to change, of course. But in the mean time, I realize how lucky I am to still have ankles.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Happy Father's Day Cyballs

On Father's Day, Cyballs and I, plus our friends Matt and Amanda, went to Som Viaso for a visit with our girl via 3D/4D ultrasound. The tech described her as a "drama queen," pointed out all of her hair, and noted she enjoys sucking on whatever she can get in her month (arm, hand, umbilical cord).Our sweet girl was also kind enough to stick out her tongue and even open her eyes!



Seeing our Sweet Girl's face for the first time.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

7 Freakin' Months!

What's new: Well, I fell down the stairs last Thursday, landing on top of a gift I was carrying. I wasn't able to put my hands down to stop the fall because I had bags looped around my wrists, so I landed baby-side down, and scraped up my right shin quite badly. I ended up in the hospital for monitoring and thankfully all is well.

I went to my regularly scheduled OBGYN appointment today. Dr.H. was away, so I saw another OBGYN he recommended. Dr.S. was very chatty and nice. He acknowledge the craziness of my journey, and brought up the whole high risk pregnancy thingy(a label I've been hoping to ignore). We now have another 3 regular ultrasounds booked to monitor Baby F. He has some concerns about the selective reduction causing damage to Baby's placenta. Bring on the worry.

On the nursery front, we're making much progress. In Canada we added some of the pink accents, a picture ledge and a rocking chair, while down in the U.S. we've painted, ripped out shelving in the closet and the carpet in the entire room. On Thursday, we're having new carpet installed in not only the nursery, but in our room as well. At this point we'll be able to put together the crib and all the furniture from our Ikea shopping spree.

Finally, we've been so blessed to have so many offers to host baby showers for us. First up, this upcoming Monday, my co-workers are throwing a tandem shower for me and another girl who's pregnant. Next, our American shower, hosted by my mother-in-law,is on July 6th, and my Canadian shower, hosted by my sister and good friend, Lacey, is scheduled for July 10th. Many thanks for honouring us and our baby!

How far along: 28 weeks

Weight gain: 2 lbs

Blood Pressure: "Bang-on"

75g Load Diabetes Test: "Passed with flying colours"

Baby's Heartbeat: "Perfection"

Maternity clothes: Yes, but happily wearing a number of pre-pregnancy clothes

Stretch marks: Nope

Sleep: Normal, normal, normal.

Movement: All the time. She's most active between 1am-3am, 4pm-5pm, 8pm-10pm

Cravings: Nothing in particular right now, maybe eggs.

Driving me crazy: Nothing really. Although the acne is still present, it's not as bad as it has been.

Names we have in mind: Our list keeps getting longer instead of shorter. Adrianna, Leah, Natalie are some of the others tossed around. We found a unique name we both like, but we're going to keep it to ourselves for the time being. If we go with this name, her middle name will likely be Katherine.

What I miss: It would be really nice to enjoy a nice glass of wine once in awhile

What I'm looking forward to: We booked a 3D ultrasound for this Sunday. Although we're nervous, we're also thrilled we'll be able to see her sweet, sweet face.

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Tuesdays

Every Tuesday when I wake up, I thank the Universe we've made it another week. 26 weeks. Wow. And, this Monday will mark the beginning of the end - Trimester 3!

There were times - many times - when I wondered if we'd ever get here. Today I thought of how many women are still trying. Agonizing. Dying inside for the opportunuty to be a mom. I am eternally grateful to be given the chance to experience life growing inside me. This miracle will never be taking forgranted. Never.

To my sweet baby, I'm so so so excited you chose me to be your mom. I'm already head over heels in love, and I haven't even the opportunity to meet your beautiful self. Lately, your dad and I have been anxious to see your perfect little face, and learn all about your ways and your personality. We already know you're a fighter, but we often wonder if you'll be as fiesty and head-strong as you appear to us from the outside. We can't wait until September so we can cuddle you, adore you and shower you with all the love your heart can hold. Keep fighting, Sweet Girl! xo

Thursday, May 26, 2011

The End of T2

It's hard to believe I'm in the final weeks of my second trimester. Today I offically graduated to bimonthly OBGYN appointments, and have instructions to go for my gestational diabetes screen (75g load). I can't wait to spend a perfectly good morning camped out in a blood lab. With needles. Multiple needles.

At my visit with Dr. H. today, he went over my usuals. All in all, he's happy, so I'm happy.

Uterus: 24cm (has grown 1cm since I saw him 8 days ago). Should grow about 1cm for each week a women's pregnant. I'm 25w3d.

Blood pressure: "Perfection"

Baby's Heart Beat: 148/minute (normal is between 130-160)

Weight gain since last month: Nada. I was concerned when the nurse told be this, but the doctor isn't worried as long as she's growing. This means I've put on approximately 10-12 lbs. And while we're on the subject of weight, I'm happily rocking a good chunk of my regular clothes. Yesterday I wore a pair of pants I've had for years, and had 7 people comment that from straight on and from behind, they couldn't tell I was pregnant. Also, when I had my measurements taken the other day, my bust had grown by almost 2 inches, and my hips by 1/2 an inch in comparison to my pre-pregnancy stats.

Baby's Movements: I've had some fairly powerful jabs lately, jabs that cause me to call out in surprise. While in a meeting on Wednesday, Little Miss was kicking (hiccuping?) in rapid succession. It could be compared to a child tugging on your sleeve over and over, calling "mom, mommy, mom, mom, mommy, mommy, ma, ma, mom." I loved it.

Cravings: Eggs and biscuits (yes, like Tim Horton's biscuits).

The Canadian Nursery: Cyballs brought the crib up from Seattle and he put it together this past weekend. He and my mom also applied one of the wall decals over her crib. We love how when we open the double doors to her room, the crib is centered on the wall with the beautiful quote hovering above.


DADDY PUTTING TOGETHER HIS BABY GIRL'S CRIB


GRANDMA AND DAD PUTTING THE DECAL ON THE WALL OF THE NURSERY


THE WALL QUOTE


THE UNFINISHED NURSERY


BABY GIRL'S CRIB

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Pictures


BABY'S SHELF

BABY'S DRESSER/CHANGE TABLE

THE CANADIAN NURSERY. WE CHOSE "LIGHT LIME" FOR THE WALLS. WE'LL SOON BE ADDING HOT PINK ACCENTS, AND BLACK AND WHITE DAMASK BEDDING

PAPA PUTTING TOGETHER BABY GIRL F'S NURSERY FURNITURE

THE PUMP WE'VE CHOSEN

ERIN, OUR BABY GEAR EXPERT

CYBALLS TRYING ON THE BREAST FEEDING PILLOW

KADEN CAME ALONG

CY LOVES THE GUN

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Viability

Today we achieved viability! This is the milestone we've been working towards, and although we have another 3 months to go, we're relieved to have made it here. This means that if anything were to happen to our daughter, she'll have a chance of surviving outside of me.

However, we've been hesitant over the past 4 days because on Saturday I began to cramp and later, spot. Other changes such as some tissue being passed, pressure in my lower abdomen and much less fetal movements, had us panicking. But, today Dr. Hunt found her heartbeat, and was happy to report my cervix is long and still very much holding strong. I've been instructed to "take it easy and get a lot of rest," and as long as the spotting has subsided, I can resume normal activities in a week's time.

On a separate, bitter-sweet note, had I still been pregnant with my triplets, this week or next would have seen me being admitted to B.C's Women's Hospital to have my babies. Crazy and heartbreaking how life unfolds, isn't it? Sigh.

Anyway, here are my 6 month stats:

How far along: 24 weeks

Weight gain: I'll find out the official number next Thursday.

Maternity clothes: Yes, but I can still rock some of my regulars.

Stretch marks: Nope. But speaking of stretching, my belly button looks nothing like the deep hole it once was. My naval piercing is no long in my belly button, but rather in the middle of my abdomen. I often have people commenting on my "outtie", and then often get a laugh when they see what's actually causing it.

Sleep: Fantastic

Movement: Oh, yes! I love it!

Cravings: Citrus fruits, especially oranges.

Driving me crazy: acne and spotting

Gender: As far as we know, she's still a girl

Names we have in mind: This is proving to be a challenging task. Ella, Kenley and Aubrey are still on the list, and we have began to toss around some names we visited in our first pregnancy: Ally (with Allyssa or Allyson as her full name) and Brooklyn. Her middle name will still be Ray.

What I miss: Enjoying a nice glass of wine and my somewhat flat tummy.

What I'm looking forward to: Next Thursday when I get to see her and hear her heartbeat again.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Ch Ch Ch Changes

What a weekend. Apparently there's a baby coming, and it belongs to me!

We overhauled the room in our Canadian home that will become Baby Girl Forell's nursery. The room was painted "Light Lime" and will have hot pink accents (butterfly decals, a line/verse from a song or poem, pillows etc.). Her book shelf, dresser/changing table was also set up. Within the next couple of weeks, her crib - which is at our American home - will make its way to Canada. While we worked on the nursery, we also redid our bedroom. It received a fresh coat of paint, new tile on the fireplace and our bedroom set received a new look. We are still awaiting a new wardrobe and a mantle before we'll call it complete.

Next up will be her American nursery, which will prove to be much more challenging.


To top it off, we also took my sister with us to Babies R Us to help us register. Thank goodness she was available, because we were overwhelmed and had little idea of what to include on our registry.

As far as Mother's Day was concerned, I had a number of friends and family acknowledged me (which made my day, of course!). Cyballs bought a card from him and all our babies, gave me a bouquet of flowers (mums) and arranged breakfast. Later, we had an extended family dinner in honour of the moms in my family.

As happy a day as it was - especially in comparison to the last couple of years - it also brought forth much pain. I think this day will forever remind me of my infertility, the babies I lost and a decision that will forever burn in my heart and soul.

Friday, May 6, 2011

The Kicker

I love this time of night. I finally am able to relax and pay attention to my body. It's during this time when Little Miss makes herself known. THIS is the best part, the part I anxiously wait for all day. Sure, I can feel her throughout the day, but she seems to know it's after I stretch out on the couch when I can really pay attention to her.

On another note, Sunday is Childless Awareness Day, or more commonly known as Mother's Day. This year I'm over the moon to be celebrating being a mom to a living soul, and not only my angels in Heaven. However, it's this day which will remind me of my losses and the first heart wrenching decision I had to make regarding my children. J, T and C, you are always my babies, and I anticipate the day when I get to shower you with kisses and cuddle you in my arms. To the precious life growing inside me, keep fighting, Sweet Girl. And, to all my babies, thank-you for letting me be your mom. I love you all, with all my heart. There's not a day that goes by that each of you, and what should have been, is not on my mind.

And since I'm sending out messages, Leslie, you made my day today when you wished me a Happy Mother's Day; I was beaming for the remainder of the afternoon.

For all of those still fighting to become mothers, and those who are mothers to angels, I'll be thinking of you this weekend.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Week 22

How far along: 22 weeks

Weight gain: 2kg.

Maternity clothes: Yes, but still managing some pre-pregnancy clothes as well.

Stretch marks: Nope

Sleep: Pretty darn good!

Movement: Oh yes! Yesterday it felt as though she was somersaulting from one side of me to the other. I've had a few kicks to my bladder in the past few days, which is the strangest feeling. I've started to notice some patterns: she starts kicking about 20 minutes after lunch and around 9 or 10 at night.

Cravings: I ate 3/4 of a pineapple in one sitting.

Driving me crazy: ACNE! Ugh!

Gender: It's a girl, and we're shocked! Daddy has already determined Crunchy is no longer an appropriate name, and has been calling her Princess. As our friend Staci put it, "he's a goner". I, on the other hand, have already spent a small fortune on her wardrobe.

Names we have in mind: Her middle name with definitely be Ray, after my paternal grandma who passed away nearly 2 years ago. Ella and Kenley (Kinley?) are still at the top of the list.

What I miss: Shopping in 'regular' clothing stores.

What I'm looking forward to: Reaching week 24 - viability! And, on a superficial note, I'm super excited to use my new Coach baby bag. You just can't beat paying $140 for a $420 bag!

Monday, May 2, 2011

Don't Lose the Lesson

We may not understand why we've been dealt the cards we have, but I believe we can learn something from our experiences. To date, I haven't quite figured it out. It's an on-going process, and it may be years down the road before we can take something from all we've been through.

In the mean time, our infertility, ectopic pregnancy, triplets, and loss of our monochorionic-monoamniotic twins, provides us with experiences most, not even the doctors, will EVER come close to comprehending.

I wish there had been someone there for us as we navigated through. Someone who truly understood the pain, the heartache, the devastation. I recently came across a website which connects trained volunteers with people who are experiencing similar medical tragedies. Sidelines has been a blessing for many, and I'm happy to become a part of its mission.

Our experiences have helped me realized how lucky I am. Being a Canadian citizen has provided me with resources and services many others around the world are desperately lacking.

All of my infertility tests and treatments, minus the cost of the medication was covered by our health care system. Not only that, but being Canadian allows me access to the top-notch services; think of how many women are not so lucky! I live in a country who has given me access to trained doctors and medical staff, who saved my life and my tube during my ectopic pregnancy. Would this have been the case in rural Nicaragua, or similar regions?

And most recently, I was given the opportunity to have children. Early detection told me I was having triplets. Vigilant doctors gave me the devastating news of our twins. Skilled and compassionate hospital staff gave me and my singleton a chance at life. Had I been born somewhere else, I very likely would have lost my ALL my children and my own life. And all of this didn't cost us a dime (well, as long as you don't count the thank-you cards given to those professionals who helped me through).

For this, I am grateful. For this, I resolve to do what I can to help other women who aren't so lucky.

Cyballs and I have recently started providing recurring donations to Clinica Verde, a facility being built in Nicaragua to assist women with high-risk pregnancies.

I cannot fathom what women with high-risk complications, in less prosperous regions, must go through. I take comfort in knowing that my small contribution may help to save a life.

Friday, April 29, 2011

Our Sweet Girl



Here's our sweet girl! All her measurements are right on track, she has a strong, steady heartbeat and is VERY active.

In fact, as her mom, aunt, grandma and papa sat down to watch the Royal Wedding, she began to kick the moment Kate stepped out of the car, and then stopped after the couple made their way to Buckingham Palace. She's definitely my child!

As far as her twin siblings are concerned, their sac is still present at the top of my uterus, but are no longer 14cm as they were when we lost them, but are each only a centimeter. This was difficult to hear, but I'm pleased to know things are progressing as my doctors thought they would.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Sugar and Spice




Yesterday, as I sat in the Food Court at LAX, I received a call from my doctor's office. Donna (Dr. H.'s amazing nurse) called to to let me know the radiologist's report FINALLY made it to the office. She reported that the baby was fine, and then asked if I wanted to know the sex. I said yes, and then time stood still as she responded with, "it appears to be a...girl." She said something else but I was too busy shrieking and drawing attention to myself.

After I hung up with Donna, I jumped up and frantically began waving my hands and calling for Cy who was in the line-up for Burger King. He rushed over, assuming something was wrong. I cried as I told him, and he broke out in an enormous smile, and picked me up to hug and kiss me. People around us congratulated us. One woman said, "that was beautiful, I have tears in my eyes. Thank you."

Come back soon to see the most recent pics (20 weeks) of our baby girl.

Tomorrow I meet with Dr. H. to go over the results of the latest ultrasound, and have my monthly check-up. I've sat in his office countless times, my heart breaking, not just because of the bad news I received, but because of the proud mamas-to-be parading around. Tomorrow, when I walk in with my 5 and half month bump, I will do so with caution. And I will pray I don't recognize the oh-so-familiar longing and pain in another woman's eyes.

Monday, April 25, 2011

21st Week Update

How far along: 21 weeks

Weight gain: Not sure, I'll find out on Thursday.

Maternity clothes: Yes, but I can still fit some of my pre-pregnancy clothes. This week I put on last summer's bikinis, and didn't have to any adjusting to the tie-sides on the bottoms:)

Stretch marks: No. I'm hoping my daily routine of twice applying lotion and bio oil will do the trick. On another stretching note, my belly button - which as always been deep - is very stretched, however I'm still have lots of room for my belly button horseshoe to move around.

Sleep: Normal. I've been sleeping better than ever here in Palm Springs.

Movement: Definitely. Cyballs was even able to feel a couple of movements.

Cravings: Lemonade

Driving me crazy: acne

Gender: We had our ultrasound last Tuesday, and because of the 4 day Easter weekend, we have yet to hear from our doctor.

Names we have in mind: Girl - Ella, Aubrey, Kenley or Ryann. Boy: Jackson or Kyler. Cy is really set on Kenley Ray if it's a girl, and Jackson is our favourite if it's a boy. Although we don't love it, it's one of the few male names we can agree on. As for a boy middle name, we'll probably continue on with the name 'Cyrus' and add in 'Mccoll' to keep it in the family, as well.

What I miss: Being in Palm Springs this week, I've desperately wanted a glass of chilled white wine.

What I'm looking forward to: Finding out if I'll be a mommy to a son or a daughter, and hearing that this amazing life is perfectly healthy.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

20 Weeks

We had our detailed ultrasound on Tuesday, and I was a mess. Of the 7 ultrasounds I've had, 0 of them gave us good news. In fact, the news we received at those appointments was shocking and heartbreaking.

I cried in the waiting room and then for the first 10 minutes I was on the table. The sonographer was very sympathetic, and acknowledge how difficult it must be for me considering the loss of my twins. She assured me this was a happy day, and slowly I came around. I didn't look at the screen throughout the medical examination; it was only when Cyballs was invited into the room that I finally had the courage to look (and only because the sonographer assured me that I wouldn't recognize anything that would indicate my twins).

When I first arrive, our little muffin was sleeping, but was soon awake, happily swimming around, showing us his/her hands, stretching his/her legs and turning his/her head to face the "camera", as if to say "hey mom and dad, how's it going?" And the best part? Seeing our Cruncher's precious heart beating away. Nothing compares. Nothing.

Of course the sonographer can't tell us anything because the radiologist has to write the official report, so we're still on edge. However, she did share baby's stats: measuring 1 day ahead of schedule at 20w1d with a heart rate of 143. As for the sex, she said she took pictures of the area in question, but it's up to the radiologist to include it in the report (yes, we requested to know). So, we're not-so-patiently waiting for the report to reach Dr. Hunt.

We're off to Palm Springs tomorrow, so I'll post pictures of our love when we return next week.

Monday, April 18, 2011

Infertility Etiquette

The following tips are listed on Resolve.org's site. If you know someone who is struggling with infertility, these are a must read. I hope Resolve doesn't mind that I've re-posted them here, in honour of the upcoming Infertility Awareness Week.

Chances are, you know someone who is struggling with infertility. More than seven million people of childbearing age in the United States experience infertility. Yet, as a society, we are woefully uninformed about how to best provide emotional support for our loved ones during this painful time.

Infertility is, indeed, a very painful struggle. The pain is similar to the grief over losing a loved one, but it is unique because it is a recurring grief. When a loved one dies, he isn't coming back. There is no hope that he will come back from the dead. You must work through the stages of grief, accept that you will never see this person again, and move on with your life.

The grief of infertility is not so cut and dry. Infertile people grieve the loss of the baby that they may never know. They grieve the loss of that baby who would have had mommy's nose and daddy's eyes. But, each month, there is the hope that maybe that baby will be conceived after all. No matter how hard they try to prepare themselves for bad news, they still hope that this month will be different. Then, the bad news comes again, and the grief washes over the infertile couple anew. This process happens month after month, year after year. It is like having a deep cut that keeps getting opened right when it starts to heal.

As the couple moves into infertility treatments, the pain increases while the bank account depletes. The tests are invasive and embarrassing to both parties, and you feel like the doctor has taken over your bedroom. And for all of this discomfort, you pay a lot of money.

A couple will eventually resolve the infertility problem in one of three ways:

•They will eventually conceive a baby.
•They will stop the infertility treatments and choose to live without children.
•They will find an alternative way to parent, such as by adopting a child or becoming a foster parent.
Reaching a resolution can take years, so your infertile loved ones need your emotional support during this journey. Most people don't know what to say, so they wind up saying the wrong thing, which only makes the journey so much harder for their loved ones. Knowing what not to say is half of the battle to providing support.

Don't Tell Them to Relax

Everyone knows someone who had trouble conceiving but then finally became pregnant once she "relaxed." Couples who are able to conceive after a few months of "relaxing" are not infertile. By definition, a couple is not diagnosed as "infertile" until they have tried unsuccessfully to become pregnant for a full year. In fact, most infertility specialists will not treat a couple for infertility until they have tried to become pregnant for a year. This year weeds out the people who aren't infertile but just need to "relax." Those that remain are truly infertile.

Comments such as "just relax" or "try going on a cruise" create even more stress for the infertile couple, particularly the woman. The woman feels like she is doing something wrong when, in fact, there is a good chance that there is a physical problem preventing her from becoming pregnant.

These comments can also reach the point of absurdity. As a couple, my husband and I underwent two surgeries, numerous inseminations, hormone treatments, and four years of poking and prodding by doctors. Yet, people still continued to say things like, "If you just relaxed on a cruise . . ." Infertility is a diagnosable medical problem that must be treated by a doctor, and even with treatment, many couples will NEVER successfully conceive a child. Relaxation itself does not cure medical infertility.

Don't Minimize the Problem

Failure to conceive a baby is a very painful journey. Infertile couples are surrounded by families with children. These couples watch their friends give birth to two or three children, and they watch those children grow while the couple goes home to the silence of an empty house. These couples see all of the joy that a child brings into someone's life, and they feel the emptiness of not being able to experience the same joy.

Comments like, "Just enjoy being able to sleep late . . . .travel . . etc.," do not offer comfort. Instead, these comments make infertile people feel like you are minimizing their pain. You wouldn't tell somebody whose parent just died to be thankful that he no longer has to buy Father's Day or Mother's Day cards. Losing that one obligation doesn't even begin to compensate for the incredible loss of losing a parent. In the same vein, being able to sleep late or travel does not provide comfort to somebody who desperately wants a child.

Don't Say There Are Worse Things That Could Happen

Along the same lines, don't tell your friend that there are worse things that she could be going through. Who is the final authority on what is the "worst" thing that could happen to someone? Is it going through a divorce? Watching a loved one die? Getting raped? Losing a job?

Different people react to different life experiences in different ways. To someone who has trained his whole life for the Olympics, the "worst" thing might be experiencing an injury the week before the event. To someone who has walked away from her career to become a stay-at-home wife for 40 years, watching her husband leave her for a younger woman might be the "worst" thing. And, to a woman whose sole goal in life has been to love and nurture a child, infertility may indeed be the "worst" thing that could happen.

People wouldn't dream of telling someone whose parent just died, "It could be worse: both of your parents could be dead." Such a comment would be considered cruel rather than comforting. In the same vein, don't tell your friend that she could be going through worse things than infertility.

Don't Say They Aren't Meant to Be Parents

One of the cruelest things anyone ever said to me is, "Maybe God doesn't intend for you to be a mother." How incredibly insensitive to imply that I would be such a bad mother that God felt the need to divinely sterilize me. If God were in the business of divinely sterilizing women, don't you think he would prevent the pregnancies that end in abortions? Or wouldn't he sterilize the women who wind up neglecting and abusing their children? Even if you aren't religious, the "maybe it's not meant to be" comments are not comforting. Infertility is a medical condition, not a punishment from God or Mother Nature.

Don't Ask Why They Aren't Trying IVF


In vitro fertilization (IVF) is a method in which the woman harvests multiple eggs, which are then combined with the man's sperm in a petri dish. This is the method that can produce multiple births. People frequently ask, "Why don't you just try IVF?" in the same casual tone they would use to ask, "Why don't you try shopping at another store?"

Don't Be Crude

It is appalling that I even have to include this paragraph, but some of you need to hear this-Don't make crude jokes about your friend's vulnerable position. Crude comments like "I'll donate the sperm" or "Make sure the doctor uses your sperm for the insemination" are not funny, and they only irritate your friends.

Don't Complain About Your Pregnancy

This message is for pregnant women-Just being around you is painful for your infertile friends. Seeing your belly grow is a constant reminder of what your infertile friend cannot have. Unless an infertile women plans to spend her life in a cave, she has to find a way to interact with pregnant women. However, there are things you can do as her friend to make it easier.

The number one rule is DON'T COMPLAIN ABOUT YOUR PREGNANCY. I understand from my friends that, when you are pregnant, your hormones are going crazy and you experience a lot of discomfort, such as queasiness, stretch marks, and fatigue. You have every right to vent about the discomforts to any one else in your life, but don't put your infertile friend in the position of comforting you.

Your infertile friend would give anything to experience the discomforts you are enduring because those discomforts come from a baby growing inside of you. When I heard a pregnant woman complain about morning sickness, I would think, "I'd gladly throw up for nine straight months if it meant I could have a baby." When a pregnant woman would complain about her weight gain, I would think, "I would cut off my arm if I could be in your shoes."

I managed to go to baby showers and hospitals to welcome my friends' new babies, but it was hard. Without exception, it was hard. Stay sensitive to your infertile friend's emotions, and give her the leeway that she needs to be happy for you while she cries for herself. If she can't bring herself to hold your new baby, give her time. She isn't rejecting you or your new baby; she is just trying to work her way through her pain to show sincere joy for you. The fact that she is willing to endure such pain in order to celebrate your new baby with you speaks volumes about how much your friendship means to her.

Don't Treat Them Like They Are Ignorant

For some reason, some people seem to think that infertility causes a person to become unrealistic about the responsibilities of parenthood. I don't follow the logic, but several people told me that I wouldn't ache for a baby so much if I appreciated how much responsibility was involved in parenting.

Let's face it-no one can fully appreciate the responsibilities involved in parenting until they are, themselves, parents. That is true whether you successfully conceived after one month or after 10 years. The length of time you spend waiting for that baby does not factor in to your appreciation of responsibility. If anything, people who have been trying to become pregnant longer have had more time to think about those responsibilities. They have also probably been around lots of babies as their friends started their families.

Perhaps part of what fuels this perception is that infertile couples have a longer time to "dream" about what being a parent will be like. Like every other couple, we have our fantasies-my child will sleep through the night, would never have a tantrum in public, and will always eat his vegetables. Let us have our fantasies. Those fantasies are some of the few parent-to-be perks that we have-let us have them. You can give us your knowing looks when we discover the truth later.

Don't Gossip About Your Friend's Condition

Infertility treatments are very private and embarrassing, which is why many couples choose to undergo these treatments in secret. Men especially are very sensitive to letting people know about infertility testing, such as sperm counts. Gossiping about infertility is not usually done in a malicious manner. The gossipers are usually well-meaning people who are only trying to find out more about infertility so they can help their loved ones.

Regardless of why you are sharing this information with someone else, it hurts and embarrasses your friend to find out that Madge the bank teller knows what your husband's sperm count is and when your next period is expected. Infertility is something that should be kept as private as your friend wants to keep it. Respect your friend's privacy, and don't share any information that your friend hasn't authorized.

Don't Push Adoption (Yet)

Adoption is a wonderful way for infertile people to become parents. (As an adoptive parent, I can fully vouch for this!!) However, the couple needs to work through many issues before they will be ready to make an adoption decision. Before they can make the decision to love a "stranger's baby," they must first grieve the loss of that baby with Daddy's eyes and Mommy's nose. Adoption social workers recognize the importance of the grieving process. When my husband and I went for our initial adoption interview, we expected the first question to be, "Why do you want to adopt a baby?" Instead, the question was, "Have you grieved the loss of your biological child yet?" Our social worker emphasized how important it is to shut one door before you open another.

You do, indeed, need to grieve this loss before you are ready to start the adoption process. The adoption process is very long and expensive, and it is not an easy road. So, the couple needs to be very sure that they can let go of the hope of a biological child and that they can love an adopted baby. This takes time, and some couples are never able to reach this point. If your friend cannot love a baby that isn't her "own," then adoption isn't the right decision for her, and it is certainly not what is best for the baby.

Mentioning adoption in passing can be a comfort to some couples. (The only words that ever offered me comfort were from my sister, who said, "Whether through pregnancy or adoption, you will be a mother one day.") However, "pushing" the issue can frustrate your friend. So, mention the idea in passing if it seems appropriate, and then drop it. When your friend is ready to talk about adoption, she will raise the issue herself.

So, what can you say to your infertile friends? Unless you say "I am giving you this baby," there is nothing you can say that will erase their pain. So, take that pressure off of yourself. It isn't your job to erase their pain, but there is a lot you can do to lesson the load. Here are a few ideas.

Let Them Know That You Care

The best thing you can do is let your infertile friends know that you care. Send them cards. Let them cry on your shoulder. If they are religious, let them know you are praying for them. Offer the same support you would offer a friend who has lost a loved one. Just knowing they can count on you to be there for them lightens the load and lets them know that they aren't going through this alone.

Remember Them on Mother's Day

With all of the activity on Mother's Day, people tend to forget about women who cannot become mothers. Mother's Day is an incredibly painful time for infertile women. You cannot get away from it-There are ads on the TV, posters at the stores, church sermons devoted to celebrating motherhood, and all of the plans for celebrating with your own mother and mother-in-law.

Mother's Day is an important celebration and one that I relish now that I am a mother. However, it was very painful while I was waiting for my baby. Remember your infertile friends on Mother's Day, and send them a card to let them know you are thinking of them. They will appreciate knowing that you haven't "forgotten" them.

Support Their Decision to Stop Treatments

No couple can endure infertility treatments forever. At some point, they will stop. This is an agonizing decision to make, and it involves even more grief. Even if the couple chooses to adopt a baby, they must still first grieve the loss of that baby who would have had mommy's nose and daddy's eyes.

Once the couple has made the decision to stop treatments, support their decision. Don't encourage them to try again, and don't discourage them from adopting, if that is their choice. Once the couple has reached resolution (whether to live without children, adopt a child, or become foster parents), they can finally put that chapter of their lives behind them. Don't try to open that chapter again

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Deep Breath...








For that short time I was pregnant with Jordan, I was only too excited to begin journaling my experiences and documenting the journey with pictures. So far, that hasn't really happened because I've been afraid of jinxing my pregnancy (Yes, I know that is crazy, but so is what we've been through over the last couple of years). So here goes nothing.

How far along: 19 weeks

Weight gain: approx. 10lbs (because of originally carrying triplets, my weight gain should soon be finding a balance).

Maternity clothes: Yes, but I can still fit some of my pre-pregnancy clothes, too.

Stretch marks: No

Sleep: Normal. When I was still carrying my 3 babies, I would have to eat once or twice a night, which greatly impacted my sleep.

Movement: Possibly. Every so often I feel flutters, and lately, at night, while rolling from my right side to my left, I think I feel a slight tickling movement.

Cravings: Nothing in particular. I really enjoy orange juice and lemonade, where as before I was pregnant, it was water nearly all the time. There are somethings I'm enjoying: eggs, fresh carrots (not bagged baby carrots), kiwi, pears and Tillamook cherry yogurt. Mostly, it's food aversions (ugh, chicken). Thank goodness water doesn't make me sick any longer.

Driving me crazy: daily nose bleeds, milia on my cheeks, and acne on my chest and shoulders.

Gender: Hopefully we'll find out next Tuesday! We think it's a boy, while friends and family are equally divided. One Chinese Gender Chart says girl, another says boy, and Ingo's needling technique also says boy.

Names we have in mind: Girl - Ella, Aubrey, Kenley or Ryann. Boy: Jackson or Kyler

What I miss: Margaritas, having calcium overlays put on my nails and deli turkey sandwiches.

What I'm looking forward to: Finding out if I'll be a mommy to a son or a daughter!

In general: I'm still very frightened, especially about our detailed ultrasound next week, considering all we've been through. BUT, I'm head over heals in love, and am SO looking forward to meeting our little fighter. Cyballs and I talk to Crunchy all the time (a lot of the time it's to encourage him/her to keep growing and fighting), reading stories and singing songs. We still talk to Taylor and Cameron as well, and are trying to put closure to that chapter.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Saying Goodbye



These pictures were taking just hours before we lost our twins, and are the last pictures I have while still carrying triplets.

One Year Later

Today marks one year since our first loss. Jordan is never far from our thoughts, and we like to think Jordan was waiting with our grandmas as Taylor and Cameron left this world for the next.

365 days later, Jordan has become a big sister 3 times over. I pray everyday that T and C are the last of my babies she'll have to greet.

We cherish you J,T and C. xoxo

Monday, March 28, 2011

Normal

Today I returned to work for the first time since losing Taylor and Cameron. Until today, the kidlets didn't know I was pregnant, but I can't hide it any longer; I have a fairly noticeable bump.

At first I observed some shifty eye movements; stomach, eyes, back to stomach, look away. No one said a thing until the quietest of them all cocks her head and says, "Mrs. Forell are you pregnant?" It was downhill from there.

It was actually nice to see such excitement on their faces, instead of a flabbergasted "congratulations, your life is over," when I was carrying our triplets or "I'm so sorry about your twins, but at least your singleton has his/her best shot." That's what I hoped it would be like when people first learned I was pregnant. Thanks, kidlets, you made my day.

On the health front, I visited Dr. H. for my very late prenatal ("you're half way already??I thought we were only at 12 or 13 weeks!"). That's what crazy complications will do for ya, I guess. My extensive blood work came back normal, except that I don't have any antibodies to CMV, which can be common in elementary school-aged children. Dr. H. said not to worry, the chances of it affecting Crunchy are slim. Great, we all know how I do with slim odds.

Because we were so far behind on the routine care, I had to decided at this appointment if I was going to have an amniocentesis. Dr. H. noted that Dr.D's report stated that the babe's nuchal translucency was well within normal ranges, and that his/her nasal bone was visible - all good indicators that Crunchy doesn't have Downs Syndrome. Had this been different, Dr. H. would have suggested I have the procedure done, but considering the trauma I've been through and the 1 in 200 chance of miscarrying the pregnancy, we decided against it.

Dr. H. checked my blood pressure (normal) and did another doppler to hear Crunchy's heart. Once again, our babes clocked in at 160bpm. BUT, it was almost impossible to hear because Crunchy was kicking like Beckham, which overpowered his/her heartrate. Amplified throughout the room, it sounded like someone banging on the wall. Love it:)

My detailed ultrasound is scheduled for April 19, and my next visit with Dr. H. is on the 28th.

In the mean time, we're relishing in hearing the word "normal." No word has even sounded more beautiful.

Friday, March 25, 2011

Nights Like These

I dreamed of them tonight. My twins. This is nothing new, I dream of them often. Tonight, I opened my tear-filled eyes, and couldn't catch my breath. I just stared into the darkness, wondering how all this came to be. 3 weeks ago I was the mother of identical twins AND the mother of triplets. Not many get to say that, but for a short time, I could. How lucky am I?

Unfortunately, more often than not, the questions running through my mind, are more like, how did this become my reality? and is this really happening?. So much has gone wrong, yet I try to remain positive. Surely, things won't go down hill AGAIN, right? But, what makes me so special as to think just because I've been to Hell and back, and I've paid my dues, that it'll be smooth sailing from here on out?

Yesterday I read a blog about a woman who had lost 7, yes 7 babies, all at different stages of gestation. Everyone was sure that this pregnancy was "it". At her detail ultrasound at 19 and a half weeks, no heart beat was detected. She had to deliver her dead baby.

There are MANY infertility and loss stories of women who have had more than their fair share of heartache and pain, and yet only a few are lucky enough to deliver a healthy baby at the end of it all. Will I be one of them? I like to think so. But, I'm sure those women thought the same thing (of their pregnancies).

Thursday, March 24, 2011

The Aftermath

First off, we want to extend our heartfelt thanks and appreciation to you who sent emails, Facebook messages, text messages, flowers, and those who called/left voicemail messages or stopped by to extend their love, in the days since we returned from Victoria General. We are truly overwhelmed by the outpouring of love we’ve received from our friends, family and coworkers, as well as people we’ve never even met! We’ve had an overwhelming number of questions about how things went on the 7th, and how we’ve been managing in the days since. If you’re one of the people who’s been curious, please read on.

Most of you know we were at peace with our decision to selectively reduce our twins, Taylor and Cameron. At a check-up the Thursday prior to the procedure, it was discovered that T and C’s heartbeats were 114bpm and 113bpm respectively, while “Crunchy” (nickname of our singleton) was much more within the normal range at 160bpm. And during our ultrasound just before the procedure, Dr. Dansereau noted that Twin to Twin Transfusion Syndrome was already evident. We took these as little signs that we were correct in the decision we had made.

Monday, March 7th found us at Victoria General. Just before 2pm, the nurse rounded the corner and quietly asked if we were ready. Within minutes, we were in a dimly lit room, and I was directed to lie on the table. Cy took his place in a chair to the left of my head, holding both of my hands to his lips, our foreheads touching. Pictures and measurements of all babies were taken. As it turns out, Taylor and Cameron hadn’t moved much, they were still laying one on top of the other, making it difficult to reach Taylor. It was decided to inject the potassium chloride into Cameron’s umbilical cord, with the hopes of the medication taking effect on Taylor, too. We waited for 5 minutes to see if it had stopped their hearts, only to be told that the injection didn’t work for either of them. After searching for another angle with the ultrasound machine, the doctor decided on one, but unfortunately, the needle came up 1.5 cm short.

At this point, it was decided that a more invasive needle was needed. The injection (which takes about 2 minutes to be delivered) was made into Cameron’s heart. Within 5 minutes of the needle being removed, Dr. D said the words, “Baby C’s heart has stopped.” Cy – whose hands were still holding mine and our foreheads still touching – and I began to sob, the nurse held down my legs as I cried out over and over for my baby. Once again, the doctor had hopes that Cameron’s heart would pump the medication through to Taylor, but that wasn’t the case. The fourth and final injection was made into Taylor’s heart, and within minutes, Dr. Dansereau announced, “Both of your babies’ hearts have stopped.”

What should have taken about 10 minutes once the medical team was set up, actually took 1.5 hours. There aren’t words to describe how terrible and heart wrenching March 7th was.

We thought we’d feel relief after everything was behind us, but a level of grief we didn’t even know was possible has invaded our lives. We’re devastated, yet trying our best at going about our routine. We’re happy we’ve given “Crunchy” his/her best chance at life, and have put a stop to any distress our twins may have been experiencing. We have a hard time saying “baby” instead of “babies” when referring to my ever expanding bump. And because Taylor and Cameron are still inside me, I find myself talking to all three of them and rubbing my left side where they’re positioned. It’s all very confusing.

We have absolutely no problem discussing what we’ve been through, so if you’re unsure of what to say or do, there’s no need to “tip toe”. In fact, even though we’re heartbroken and occasionally emotional, we love talking about Taylor and Cameron. They are our babies, and though we’ll never be able to love them and nurture them here on earth, we love them more than anything, and thank them for giving their triplet his/her best chance at life. We won’t be pretending they weren’t – we owe them that much.

As far as “Crunchy” is concerned, Dr. D. said he/she “didn’t even know we were there.” The team was constantly checking on him/her and said all was well.

This Can't Be Happening

After extensive testing at Victoria General, what we feared has been confirmed by our maternal fetal specialist. Please meet our Monochorionic-Monoamniotic twins, Taylor and Cameron. Identical twins, Taylor and Cameron share an amniotic sac within my uterus, as well as a placenta, but have separate umbilical cords. “Momo twins” occur when the embryo does not split until after the amniotic sac is formed (about a week or so after fertilization).

There are many Momo twin success stories, but not so for Momo twins and a singleton. Sadly, the chances of all of our babies surviving are “slim”. If they do survive, they are 12-15 times more likely to have a “severe life-long disability”.

Facts we know about carrying Momo twins and a singleton:
1) Twin to Twin Transfusion Syndrome is likely (one twin thrives while the other slowly starves).
2) Cord Compression will also likely occur. This means that one twin will stop the flow of nutrients to the other, resulting in death.
3) Cord Entanglement. Because Taylor and Cameron don’t have an amniotic membrane and their close proximity (they are lying one on top of the other), they will, to some degree, become tangled in each other’s cords preventing them from moving, developing and eventually strangling each other to death.
4) Because Taylor and Cameron are part of a triplet, and had they been Dichorionic/Diamniotic twins, their gestational period would normally be 30 weeks. Because of their condition all of our babies are guaranteed to be born before this time. That means if all goes well, our babies will be born 2.5-3 months premature.

What does all this mean? It means that as parents of 3 seemingly healthy nearly 13-week- gestation triplets, we have a devastating and unimaginable decision to make. This decision will challenge our beliefs, and will require us as individuals and as a couple to examine our moral philosophies. As much as we want to believe in miracles, we need to think logically of the risks, and be realistic about what carrying these 3 babies will mean, both now and in our future. We also need to think about how hard we’ve worked to get to where we are; nearly 3 years of struggles and loss to have a baby. Can we handle more heartache and to what degree? At the end of the day, we are left with two questions, “Do we carry on with the pregnancy the way it is, and hope all of our children survive? Or “Do we terminate the twins to give their sibling a chance at not only surviving but thriving?”

We know this is sensitive subject for many, us included. We hope you never, ever have to be in our shoes, making life and death decisions in regards to your children. After many, many discussions, lots of tears and the guidance of 2 amazing doctors and 1 counselor, we have decided that we are going to give Crunchy, our singleton his or her best shot at life. On March 7th we will say goodbye and send all of our love and prayers to Taylor and Cameron. And then we will start the process of grieving the loss of our babies and celebrate the chance we are giving to Crunchy.

We understand you may not agree with our decision, but hope you will respect the one we have made. We appreciate the love, support and prayers you’ve all given us, and look forward to being surrounded by such caring individuals as we take this next step in our journey.

On a bitter-sweet note, although we asked not to hear or see our babies when we were in the hospital, we did catch glimpses of Crunchy during his or her examination. Crunchy officially has that little baby profile and we could make our his/her arms and legs. When we first saw crunchy at 9 weeks, he/she was doing tummy crunches, and true to his/her nickname, Crunchy was at it again. Dr. Dansereau said that Crunchy is measuring right on and all appears to be healthy

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

And We Were Hoping it Wasn't Ectopic...

We never saw this coming; let's catch you up.

January 4, 2011
Although it was too early to rule out another ectopic, we were told there were three black spots in my uterus. We left there with the tech saying "If I were to bet, I'd say it's fraternal twins." Whoa.

January 10, 2011
At 5 weeks 6 days, they were unable to give us any conclusive information. We were told to come back in a few weeks.

Feb. 4, 2011
At 9 weeks 3 days, we received the final word, an ectopic pregnancy had been ruled out. Yay. Oh ya, and we're pregnant with triplets, identical twins and a singleton.

As the technician peered over the radiologist's shoulder and Cy held my hand, Dr.M. showed us our 3 babies. I think my first words were "oh shit". I will never forget the look of bewilderment on Dr. M's face. "We never seen this here before!"

We were speechless and shaking, my heart pounding out of my chest. And then I saw it, our singleton began to wiggle around. My heart melted and I burst into tears.
We left there in a shocked and speechless.

Over the next few days we shared the news with our close family and friends, and spent time letting ourselves get used to the idea of going from Cy and Brea to Cy and Brea Plus Three.

Feb.9, 2011
I went to my see Dr. H., my OBGYN to go over what carrying triplets was going to look like. What I thought would be a regular appointment was anything but. Dr. H. explained the risk of triplets, talked about bed rest, informed me that I would go to an Easter Seals house in Vancouver somewhere between 20-24 to wait out my pregnancy since Ntown isn't equiped to handle such a unique pregnancy. As this was sinking in, he broke the news to me; my twins were a rare type, taking my already high-risk pregnancy to "extremely high-risk". I was told that chance of all babies surviving was slim, and if they did, severe life-long disability would likely be what we would face. I sat silently as he stared me directly in the eyes and said "if you were my daughter or wife, there would be no choice in my mind, the risk for you and them is too great."

I left there with an appointment to see Dr. D., a maternal fetal specialist at Victoria Hospital.

Stay tuned.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Here We Go

On the eve of 2010, I sat in this exact spot with my love, anticipating the new year. We put a Mexican spin on the Spanish tradition of eating 12 grapes at midnight, each grape equaling a wish for each month of the new year. Well I had one wish for 2010, and I got it. But I guess I wasn't specific enough. The new-year-wish-upon-a-grape gods gave me a child like I asked, but didn't let me keep it. How naive of me.

One year later, happy to be leaving 2010 in the past, I realized that hoping 2011 will bring better luck, will be "my year", will find me with fewer fertility struggles and less heartache, is well, effin' ridiculous. Translation? I sure as hell wasn't popping grapes in my mouth making wishes.

So it's been awhile. Long story short, I got a parasite when I was in Mexico in March, and didn't find out until the very end of June. I had to take a powerful course of antibotics, and this coinsided with finally being ready to "try" again. The doc nixed that idea.

I cried out of frustration. But then it hit me; I was exhausted of talking/dealing/living infertility and loss. I needed a break, so I took one. No more blogging, no more visiting "Dr. Google", no more reading others' infertility stories, no more charting, no more taking my BBT every morning,no more "trying". I didn't know how I was going to do it, but I did. And it was exactly what I needed.

I worried about what September would bring, as that was when we talked about getting back on the baby bandwagon. We tried in September. We tried in October and November, too. Nothing. But, I worked my buns off staying positive and not letting a lack of 2 little pink lines freak me out.

At the end of November, I was missing my OBGYN, so we had a little visit. I ended up leaving his office that day with a perscription for Clomid. I was giddy, trying to suppress the aggravating "what ifs" that were trying to take over. December was going to be my month, I could feel it. But that didn't change the fact that because of my previous ectopic, I was now 10x more likely to have another ectopic, plus some more percentage points since Clomid increases the likelihood.

I had to try.

Now it's January 4 at 3:19am and I can't sleep because on Christmas day I took a pregnancy test. 2 lines folks. We made it over hurdle one. Breathe.

Unlike the first BFP, this BFP lacked the fanfare. Cyballs checked the stick, and gave me a pursed-lip smile and a thumbs up. I gasped (I already knew, but seeing those 2 lines makes it real), cupped my hand over my mouth and began to shake uncontrollably. This isn't good. This isn't bad. This...just is.

After dealing with infertility and losing a pregnancy, I'd be an effing idiot to be deliriously excited. Or even remotely (excited). Sure, I'm pregnant, but the bigger question is, 8 months from now will I be blessed to hold this new precious life in my arms?

And so begins my lesson on "what not to expect when you're expecting". (Okay, there isn't a lesson, because I have no idea what I'm doing).

Here's what I do know. The hardest thing I have ever, EVER done is stop myself from falling head-over-heals in love with this precious life I've longed for. EVER.

This baby conceived out of pure love can't exist. And yet, she does.

I'm reminded of this daily because of all the changes my body is experiencing. Frick, even when I manage to forget the symptoms of pregnancy by say, going out for Mexican, I'm shoved back into reality. "I'll have Habenaro Enchiladas, please. Oh sh**! Is the queso blanco on the beans pasturized?" And let's not forget that margaritas that teased from nearby tables! And on New Year's, while reading the menu at Icon, and thinking to myself, Mmmm halibut sounds yummy! Wait. Does halibut have low or high levels of mercury? Sigh.

As much as I detest it, I'm doing pretty well with the whole not having any expectations thingy. I have my moments, but that wall is well built, and I'm much more guarded this time around.

But...I have a sledgehammer close by, because I'm grasping at anything and everything in hopes that Wednesday's transvaginal ultrasound has the news we want to hear: "Yup, here she is! Your baby's securely tucked into your uterus."

I can't even imagine if she's not. Well actually I can, I've been worrying myself sick with what-ifs?. I analyze every twing, tingling, pull, pain and ache. And there's been many. I've had numerous panic attacks, bouts of hysteria and full on melt downs. I'm constantly checking and comparing symptoms of this pregnancy with my last. I'm afraid to leave the house, afraid to fall asleep, afraid to be by myself. I'm afraid. I can't lose another baby. I can't have another surgery. I just can't do this just 10 short months (to the day and date, I might add) later.

All in all, there's been pain on my left side. It's not constant or as sharp as my last pregnancy, but each day for the past 6, it's been there at some point in the day. For the most part, I'm not bloated like I was with my last pregnancy, and I'm not as dizzy either. The nausea has been pretty much the same, as has the tenderness of my breasts. I'm 4w6d today; during my last pregnancy, I was in the hospital for pain and bleeding at 5w0d, and had not had any of the pain and discomfort that I'm feeling with this one. It could go either way.