MY EMOTIONAL MOMENT

Of course I have an emotional moment on this day every year, but my emotions run even deeper. You see, we tried to get pregnant for 13 years! In those thirteen years we had to come to terms with and deal with infertility issues. No one wants to think about that. It is suppose to happen naturally, right? How can that happen to us? What did we do wrong? Those are some of the emotions you have to go through and come to terms with when dealing with infertility issues. And then there is the mighty big one...there are no guarantees that it will work or that you will ever be able to get pregnant. Hearing those words shatters that minuscule of a chance that you thought you might have. There are lots of test they put you and your spouse through. Medications that send your hormones to outer space and procedures that sometimes become so painful that you start wandering if you will be able make it through them. I spent many a times laying on the table with tears streaming down my face and squeezing Denny's hand to the point that he thought I would cut off his circulation or break some bones. And then the emotional heart break of the procedure not working.
March 1st 2002 we went in for yet another procedure. You then wait 2 weeks and take a pregnancy test. When that two weeks came up I got up early to do my test and it showed negative again. I threw it in the trash and went back to bed. It was probably 4am. Denny later woke me up, shaking me, "why did you do the test with out me and why didn't you wake me?" "I had to pee and it was negative, why wake you?" He said no I see a faint line. I was not even slightly aroused by this. It had been in the trash can for 3 hours so it could do all sorts of crazy stuff. He went to work and so did I. I came home from work and he was waiting for me with 2 more test for me to take. I can tell you I was very depressed all day but I decided to humor him anyway so he would leave me alone. Well, there was that faint little line again. WOW were we really pregnant? To make a long story short I took the other pregnancy test the next morning and theb we got one more and I took it on Sunday morning. They all had that faint line. I was indeed pregnant. As I sit here and write this I can still remember the extreme rush of joy I had. Nothing can compare to it.
I loved being pregnant! It didn't matter how big I got-and I got really BIG! Dalton was delivered via c-section 2 1/2 weeks early, he was breech, huge and I couldn't hardly breathe anymore. I was so big it had been weeks since I could drive a car. So on November 5th 2002 at 7:17 am Dalton Michael was born 10lbs. 2 oz. and 22 inches long. He got lots of attention that day. We were the only ones in the maternity ward until later that afternoon then there was a rush of babies being born-all girls! Being such a large baby he was the talk of the hospital. (small town hospital anyway) My Dr. said if I had gone to term I would have probably set some sort of hospital record. I thanked him for NOT letting me set a hospital record. lol
And now last but not least.....if you know anyone who is or might be struggling with infertility problems the best thing you can do for them is give them your heart and your prayers. A caring, loving heart says mountains of words-even when words are not spoken. Most people do not like to talk about their infertility problems. And most importantly-PRAY! Pray for a successful pregnancy, pray for their good health, pray for their marriage (it's hard on a marriage) pray for patience and guidance and peace.
We have been through many fertility procedures since Dalton was born but none of them have worked. We finally had to quit when we found out that I had a kidney quit working.(and we are in our 40's and too old now) I have had severe kidney issues since having Dalton. They all started with stones. Lots and lots of stones!
We consider Dalton our miracle child and he is the most wonderful blessing ever here on earth!