Do You Believe in Miracles? - My Pregnancy Story

I am so excited to share my pregnancy story. I get giddy just thinking about it, because I love surprises and this was the best surprise of all. To recap a bit, I was diagnosed with severe PCOS and Endometreosis over eight years ago and after seeing several gyno and fertility specialists, they told me I had less than 5% chance of conceiving with fertility assistance and less than 1% if I did nothing at all and just let things happen naturally. After years of actively trying for a baby (ovulation sticks, temperature tracking, chlomid cycles) and trying every random holistic and ridiculous suggestion that came across my path we decided to accept our fate and came to the conclusion that God didn't see it in our plans to have bio kids. To be completely honest, I stopped praying about it. We switched gears and made our new mission in life to focus on the things we could do in life, not the one thing we could not. 

At one point four years ago, my doctor had a serious talk with me about if I should just take the safest route and avoid any potential cancer risk by getting a complete hysterectomy and oophorectomy, which is removal of the uterus and ovaries. This would mean I could live pain-free and stress-free. This actually sounded like a reasonable option at that point and after consulting with my family, my mom turned on turbo problem-solving mode (which she often does), made a ton of calls, researched and begged me to come to Ukraine with her for three weeks to give this holistic clinic a shot before I made any life-altering decisions. At the time, every morsel of my body was against traveling to Ukraine in the middle of the coldest winter in 20 years and seeing some doctor who would probably want to take all my money, comment on my weight and gawk at how horrible my ovaries looked. After MUCH hesitation, I agreed to go with my mom, more to appease my mom than with any hope that anything would change. The truth is, after a complete health diagnostic, numerous tests and labs, I had discovered my issues were more serious than we thought and the doctor compared my health to one of a 45 year old. That really stung, but it motivated me to do what I could on my end to preserve my health. With a whole suitcase of hollistic medicines, essential oils, powders and the like, I headed home. Although my period had never returned as they hoped,  I was able to manage my pain naturally (IB Profen and vicodine was my previous go-to). This had made my life WAY more pleasant and I had not seen any urgent reason to move forward with any surgical procedures and was happy to keep my lady parts in tact.

 Fast forward two years, still no sign of a regular menstrual cycle or ovulation. I had put all my attention into Andrey and Katya and the various challenges that came with that (this is a blog post in itself). After having the kiddos home for a few months, I was so incredibly stressed out. I was juggling a lot with the kids appointments, therapy, extra-curriculars and meltdowns in between. As my health was not getting any better, I decided I would make the best of PCOS and all the issues that came with it. I realized my kids needed me and my healthiest and I needed to give them the best version of myself, they deserved that much. I would take back control of my body and start eating a very clean diet and exercise 5-6 days a week. The dual benefit of exercising was my body was looking better and the endorphins gave me more patience when dealing with parenting. My kids needed me, they deserved a healthy and active mom who could keep up with them at the park, have the energy to swim laps with them in the pool and not take out my anger on them from the chronic pain I was previously in. It felt so good to take control of my health and my body! With much support and encouragement,  I was able to lose a significant amount of weight and had a whole new level of energy. I was feeling great, until one week in September, I started feeling a lot of pain in my left lower abdomen, similar to the pain of a cyst. The pain would come and go but made it really difficult to make it through my workouts. I decided to secretly go to the doctor and get checked out to make sure it wasn't a ruptured cysts or anything crazy. As I sat there with my gyno of nine years, he did a standard internal ultrasound and then proceeded to tell me he had some good news and some bad news. I thought for sure I'd need another surgery and was hoping the good news is that it wasn't too serious. He then proceeded with the bad news: I probably wouldn't be losing anymore weight. The good news: I was 6-7 weeks pregnant!!! I right about jumped out of my exam chair. What??!!! Are you kidding me, how is that possible? I made him check and recheck and show me the screen about four times after that, which of course all I saw was a bean-like-looking-thing. I walked out of the exam room, walked straight to my car and sobbed for about 20 minutes before leaving for my house. I arrived home to an empty house, immediately went upstairs, peed on about 11 pregnancy tests (I always had a stack of amazon pregnancy tests on hand) and fell on my knees after seeing each positive and simply praised God for his goodness. I waited over 12 hours before I could tell anyone the exciting news since my husband was out of town and I wanted him to be the first to know, but I did not want to tell him the news over the phone.

It seems silly now, but I so badly wanted to tell the whole world about the exciting news, but wanted Roman to be the first to know. I stopped by a store before the kids got home, all puffy-eyed and giddy to buy a few onesies for when I told Roman, the kids and parents. When I stepped up to check out, I poured my heart out to the clerk and told her all about my morning, my miracle pregnancy and my plans to to surprise my husband, all while choking away tears of joy. In hindsight, I may have over-shared a bit, but I've been known to do that.

My favorite thing about my pregnancy was I was able to surprise my husband, our children and all of my close family with this unexpected miracle. I can truly say I absolutely loved being pregnant and tried to soak in every moment, every flutter, kick and turn. I felt like I was truly given a rare gift and know how many things could go wrong before a child even enters this world. The fact that I had a mostly healthy pregnancy (minus the kidney stones) and beautiful healthy, almost 9 pound chunskter is just the cherry on top. Below, I've shared some videos and photos.

I often think back to the day I found out I was pregnant and praise and worship fill my heart. I know many people can explain away how and why I got pregnant, because the holistic medicine helped, or I lost weight or that we had finally relaxed (although that was one of the most difficult months of my life). Well the truth is, I think God aligned all those things in my life to prepare my mind and body for pregnancy and motivated me to get healthy through my kids, forced me to try holistic approaches by giving me the ultimatum of the hysterectomy and so forth. At the end of the day, God guided me through all of those decisions and steps. One last thing I'll leave you with, is Roman shared something with me a few weeks before I delivered that I had not previously known. In August of 2015 Chris Tomlin had a Worship Night in America concert. Pastor Louie Giglio finished off the evening with a powerful prayer. He said take that heavy weight that has been pushing you down, that prayer request or hardship that's been burdening you, get down on your knees, put your arms together and lift it up to God. Just give this request to God and forget about it. Let him take that request and burden from you. That night in an arena full of thousands of people, I raised my arms up and bitterly wept as I asked God to help heal Andrey and the after-math of his trauma.  After the concert, I asked Roman what he prayed for and he said it was between him and God. I assumed it was for Andrey as well. Come to find out, 40 weeks later we welcome Jonah into the world. Roman now always jokes and takes credit for our little miracle, but we know that God had truly heard the humble prayer of a husband who so-badly held on to the hope that his wife would experience pregnancy and child-birth, even when she gave up all hope and God answered. Boy did he answer! He came through and even sent him a son that looks like him.