Now for the happier part of the saga.
Summer 2014. My mom heard from a co-worker about a foundation called Footsteps for Fertility. They had a 5k in which you could have the possibility of winning a free round of IVF or a $5000 fertility treatment grant. All you had to do, was build a team. The bigger the team, the more times our names went into the pot. And as you all know, we were shameless. I think I contacted almost every single person I know and asked for them to join our team. Because of that, we had the biggest team. Because of that + the sweet prayers of my then 4 year-old niece (I truly attribute so much to those two. I feel like children have a quicker and closer connection to the Savior and Heavenly Father,) we won a $5000 fertility treatment grant. (My niece prayed THAT morning that we would win.)
I can't say how sweet it felt to have so much support. People came out of the woodwork. It was more than family and close friends. Truly, I can't think of anything more kind anyone has ever done for me/us or ever could.
So, we had the marathon coming up. So we decided to start treatment after the marathon was over. So we ran and then I called my Dr. to get the party started. (PS: IVF is NOT a party.)
So, we made our plan. My last negative test was in September (race was Labor Day weekend), it was now mid-October. So, my Dr. told me to take one last test, just in case, HA, and then fill my prescription for birth control. (Step 1 in IVF process.)
So, I went to the store. I peed on the stick. Stick said No-way Jose. I filled the prescription. I started the pill. And all I can say is HORMONES. Wow. WAY worse than any fertility drug I had tried so far. I had tried some intense stuff. Much more than clomid. That stuff aint got nothin' on me.
So, we had opted to do a program where you insure your procedure to result in a live birth. This requires extra testing and is a few $K more. But hey, when you are already spending that much money, why not be sure it is going to work? Because if it works, it is worth it. If it doesn't work, we got 89% of our money back. Either way, we win.
So, I was 2 weeks into the pill. Crazy emotional. Crying for no reason. Terrifying my husband. And was at the Dr. (alone) for one of the extra tests I had to do. Before any procedure, they ALWAYS test your urine, just in case. So I gave them a sample, went in the exam room, and got in the stirrups (ladies you know what I mean). And my Dr. was taking FOREVER to come in. So finally she pops her head in and announces, "We aren't going to be doing the procedure today..." And I ask, "Why?" She smiles and says, "Because you're pregnant." It was one of those jaw dropping moments where you can't speak. All I remember saying is, "That's impossible." And she says, "I know. I tested your urine twice just to make sure I wasn't mistaken." And she holds up 2 positive pregnancy tests.
I was in shock. I think it took me awhile to even cry because I was so shocked. But we had the ultrasound equipment there, so we took a peek and sure enough, there was a little black dot. And craziest part....I was 6 weeks pregnant. I had only been on birth control for 2 weeks. Which means my pregnancy test was faulty and I was already pregnant.
I got pregnant 3 weeks after winning that grant. I ran the marathon pregnant. Maybe that is what made him hold on.
But what I think is that A. all our prayers and fasting and paying our tithing and living the way we should was paying off. B. Koda C. my witch Dr (nutritionist) and E (most important) my niece fasting. When we told our family, my sister told me how in September before the race, my then 9 year-old niece did a FULL fast for Derek and I. Isn't that sweet? I am telling you, direct connection to heaven.
But yes. I was pregnant. We didn't tell anyone until after the 1st trimester was over. After everything we had been through. It seemed safest. But I feel so blessed. I was sick, but not terribly sick. I never threw up. Just wished I could. I ate nothing but toast with pb and applesauce, oatmeal, bananas, and saltine crackers for over a month. But that is okay.
I don't want to brag and knock on wood, but being pregnant has been great. Sure I can't do everything I used to. Climbing went from leading to top-rope, to no more once it got uncomfortable. I dropped my running to only 5-6 miles 4x a week max. Now I max at 3 miles 3-4x a week. But hey. I am 38 weeks pregnant and still running. (Thank you belly support belt.) My energy has been great. My hair is thicker. I feel strong. I haven't had any weird cravings (much to Derek's chagrin. He really wanted me to crave meat.) I am still vegan. I sleep well, if you count waking 2-3x a night to pee as good. The only bad part was when I got a nasty chest cough for a month that would not go away and I popped a few ribs out of place from coughing. THAT sucked. So painful. I was really worried it would never go away. But it did. Now I am just ready for it to not be 100 degrees outside and to hold this baby boy in my arms and not in my belly. So now we wait.
Birth Story to come.
Thursday, June 18, 2015
Our Story: Part 1
It has taken me a long time to write this because I felt like I needed to find the perfect words to describe our journey while still being respectful to friends of our's who are still in the same situation we have been blessed to leave behind.
This life is full of pits, mountains, and the spaces between. It is what we choose to do with the landscapes our life's path throws at us that shapes us into the people we need to be. Challenge yields strength, patience, understanding, endurance, humility, faith, and love. Have we prayed? Yes. Have we begged? Yes. Have we cried? Countless tears. Have we been angry? More than anybody could know. Have we doubted? Yes. Have we struggled? Yes. Was it worth it? Definitely. Sure, we wish our journey wasn't as long as it was. But it has strengthened us individually and as a couple in ways that we never could have done ourselves and reinforces the fact that we are not the Captain of our lives. We aren't even First Mate. We are sailors. And sometimes sailors think they know better than the Captain, but they don't see the big picture. The Captain, who is our Heavenly Father, and the First Mate, who is our Savior, Jesus Christ, know the big picture. They know that our ship can withstand the storm we are going through. They know we may have to take detours to get to the destination we desire. But they will get us there. All we have to do is trust them.
Sounds pretty easy. It isn't. Because in those stormy moments when you want to give up and plead for the storm to cease and it doesn't stop...those moments suck. I won't sugar coat it. They are really hard. And everyone has their perfect storm. Everyone has or will at some point in their life experience the eye of the storm. But there is always calm after the storm. There is always a rainbow after rain. There is always light after the darkest of nights. We just have to remember that.
So to start at the beginning, let us rewind 3 years to 2011. We had been married for almost 2 years and decided we were ready to start trying to have a baby. I had been having thoughts for months that we should start trying, but I was my headstrong stubborn as an ox self and told myself, 'No. We haven't even been married two years. Derek just started PT school. I do not want to rush into this.' So I kicked the can down the road for a few months. Do I regret that? Every day. What if I missed my chance? But no sense in dwelling on could haves and should haves because that brings nothing but pain and anger.
So, November 2011, I give into the promptings I have been having and Derek's pleadings. We stop birth control. I never cycled again. All you ladies may think, that sounds great. Not great when you are trying to have a baby. I had read that sometimes it takes a few months for your body to regulate itself after coming off birth control. So we were patient and we waited. And it never came back. So in June of 2012, I went to my lady Dr. and told her what was going on. She put me on some meds to "jump start" my cycle. Nothing happened...she couldn't figure me out. So I got referred to the University Center for Reproductive Medicine up at the U of U. My R.E. (reproductive endocrinologist), Dr. Erica Johnstone, was amazing. But that could be a whole other post.
So in August of 2012 we go to work. We do tests. We find out I have hypothyroidism. Okay. That is easily treated. We thought that if we could my thyroid under control we may have some success. Nope.
We tried weight gain.
We tried cutting back exercise.
We tried supplements.
Nothing was working.
So bring on the fertility drugs. Once you start a fertility drug, you have to have an ultrasound a week later to check how things are developing in your lady parts. The first one was invasive. After what seems like the 1000th one, I could care less who takes a peek.
Testing went on. More fertility drugs. Month after month was a negative pregnancy test. In addition to my two R.E.'s (in 2 states), I saw multiple dieticians, acupuncturists, nutritionsits, sports med doctors. Nothing. You name it. We did it. In 2 states. Drugs. Shots. Tests. Trials. "Surgeries", IUI's. It sucked. Every month was a failure.
After all these tests and one miscarriage from an implantation that my Dr. said, "Wasn't right from the beginning," we had to make a decision. IVF or adoption? We started to explore both. We opted to wait on adoption until we were actually in our house (June 2014) and unfortunately LDS Family Services stopped offering adoption services. Dang. That left us with IVF.
So now it is June of 2014. It has been 2.5 years. During this time we ahve experienced a wide variety of emotions. Turly, the grieving process is real. Some people would say, 'You haven't lost anything because we never had a child.' After I mentally punch that person in the face, I kindly remind them that every momemnt of every day I am reminded of the most righteous desire of our hearts being lost. An opportunity of a lifetime gone. The reason we came to this earth denied us. The knowledge that my body doesnt' work and modern medicine can't figure out why. Then I smile and say, "But it's okay. Let's talk about your awesome life"
But the grieving process is real.
1st there is denial and isolation: which I did for a long time. I didn't even tell my family we had been trying until we were over a year into this entire process. Only we knew. We had no emotional outlet. Nobody to lean on except the Lord. But I didn't do that as well as I should have. What can I say? I am stubborn and prideful. Admitting this wa the greatest defeat. Admitting this was the ultimate sign of weakness. So I kept it in, and this lead to step 2.
2nd there is anger. I think I spent the most time in this stage. Although it was secret and I hid it pretty well, I felt like I was on a continuum. I would move past my anger, but fall back into it at the drop of a hat. There were days when I wanted to punch every pregnant person in the face. Every time I saw a cutesy pregnancy announcement, or gender reveal announcement on fb, I wanted to hurl my computer or my phone across the room. Sometimes I did throw the phone...
Derek was a lot less angry than me. Either that or he hid it from me better than I could hide my anger from him. And that was helpful. He was the calm and sane half of the relationship and kept me from lashing out and being arrested for wanting to assault a pregnant person. (Not really. Just emotionally.) I just could not understand why two people who are doing everything they can, are healthy, are responsible, are able to take care of the child, and love the child, and provide the child with all its needs were being denied the ability to be parents. Especially when so many people in this world should not be parents. Those are the people I wanted to punch.
3rd there is bargaining. It doesn't work. No point. I figured that one out pretty quick. But looking back I truly learned that even when I felt alone and like God wasn't listening, He was. Looking back, I really learned a lesson in patience and humility. Because you cannot "bargain" with the Lord. All you can do is exactly what it says in Isaiah 40:31 "But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint." In the moments of crisis, I did not feel like I had the strength of an eagle, but looking back, I did. Or else I would have given up long ago.
4th Depression: As someone who works in the field of mental health, I do not want to lessen the effects of depression. It is real. I did not have it. Was I depressed? Yes. But not with depression. After any type of life changing/traumatic event it is normal to experience deep sadness. Worthlessness? Broken? Alone? Abandoned? Full of doubt? Scared? Sad? All of the above. But it would come and go in waves. Like the anger.
5th Acceptance: This stage is elusive. I would feel like I got there, and then revert back to anger or sadness. But once I truly made it was summer of 2014. I think getting Koda, our dog, truly helped because I had someone to channel my love and nurturing into. Never has there been a more loved dog than ours. And it is strange, because once we started making some big life decisions/changes: permanent jobs, bought a house, bought a dog....things started to change.
Check out Part 2 for the happy part of this story
This life is full of pits, mountains, and the spaces between. It is what we choose to do with the landscapes our life's path throws at us that shapes us into the people we need to be. Challenge yields strength, patience, understanding, endurance, humility, faith, and love. Have we prayed? Yes. Have we begged? Yes. Have we cried? Countless tears. Have we been angry? More than anybody could know. Have we doubted? Yes. Have we struggled? Yes. Was it worth it? Definitely. Sure, we wish our journey wasn't as long as it was. But it has strengthened us individually and as a couple in ways that we never could have done ourselves and reinforces the fact that we are not the Captain of our lives. We aren't even First Mate. We are sailors. And sometimes sailors think they know better than the Captain, but they don't see the big picture. The Captain, who is our Heavenly Father, and the First Mate, who is our Savior, Jesus Christ, know the big picture. They know that our ship can withstand the storm we are going through. They know we may have to take detours to get to the destination we desire. But they will get us there. All we have to do is trust them.
Sounds pretty easy. It isn't. Because in those stormy moments when you want to give up and plead for the storm to cease and it doesn't stop...those moments suck. I won't sugar coat it. They are really hard. And everyone has their perfect storm. Everyone has or will at some point in their life experience the eye of the storm. But there is always calm after the storm. There is always a rainbow after rain. There is always light after the darkest of nights. We just have to remember that.
So to start at the beginning, let us rewind 3 years to 2011. We had been married for almost 2 years and decided we were ready to start trying to have a baby. I had been having thoughts for months that we should start trying, but I was my headstrong stubborn as an ox self and told myself, 'No. We haven't even been married two years. Derek just started PT school. I do not want to rush into this.' So I kicked the can down the road for a few months. Do I regret that? Every day. What if I missed my chance? But no sense in dwelling on could haves and should haves because that brings nothing but pain and anger.
So, November 2011, I give into the promptings I have been having and Derek's pleadings. We stop birth control. I never cycled again. All you ladies may think, that sounds great. Not great when you are trying to have a baby. I had read that sometimes it takes a few months for your body to regulate itself after coming off birth control. So we were patient and we waited. And it never came back. So in June of 2012, I went to my lady Dr. and told her what was going on. She put me on some meds to "jump start" my cycle. Nothing happened...she couldn't figure me out. So I got referred to the University Center for Reproductive Medicine up at the U of U. My R.E. (reproductive endocrinologist), Dr. Erica Johnstone, was amazing. But that could be a whole other post.
So in August of 2012 we go to work. We do tests. We find out I have hypothyroidism. Okay. That is easily treated. We thought that if we could my thyroid under control we may have some success. Nope.
We tried weight gain.
We tried cutting back exercise.
We tried supplements.
Nothing was working.
So bring on the fertility drugs. Once you start a fertility drug, you have to have an ultrasound a week later to check how things are developing in your lady parts. The first one was invasive. After what seems like the 1000th one, I could care less who takes a peek.
Testing went on. More fertility drugs. Month after month was a negative pregnancy test. In addition to my two R.E.'s (in 2 states), I saw multiple dieticians, acupuncturists, nutritionsits, sports med doctors. Nothing. You name it. We did it. In 2 states. Drugs. Shots. Tests. Trials. "Surgeries", IUI's. It sucked. Every month was a failure.
After all these tests and one miscarriage from an implantation that my Dr. said, "Wasn't right from the beginning," we had to make a decision. IVF or adoption? We started to explore both. We opted to wait on adoption until we were actually in our house (June 2014) and unfortunately LDS Family Services stopped offering adoption services. Dang. That left us with IVF.
So now it is June of 2014. It has been 2.5 years. During this time we ahve experienced a wide variety of emotions. Turly, the grieving process is real. Some people would say, 'You haven't lost anything because we never had a child.' After I mentally punch that person in the face, I kindly remind them that every momemnt of every day I am reminded of the most righteous desire of our hearts being lost. An opportunity of a lifetime gone. The reason we came to this earth denied us. The knowledge that my body doesnt' work and modern medicine can't figure out why. Then I smile and say, "But it's okay. Let's talk about your awesome life"
But the grieving process is real.
1st there is denial and isolation: which I did for a long time. I didn't even tell my family we had been trying until we were over a year into this entire process. Only we knew. We had no emotional outlet. Nobody to lean on except the Lord. But I didn't do that as well as I should have. What can I say? I am stubborn and prideful. Admitting this wa the greatest defeat. Admitting this was the ultimate sign of weakness. So I kept it in, and this lead to step 2.
2nd there is anger. I think I spent the most time in this stage. Although it was secret and I hid it pretty well, I felt like I was on a continuum. I would move past my anger, but fall back into it at the drop of a hat. There were days when I wanted to punch every pregnant person in the face. Every time I saw a cutesy pregnancy announcement, or gender reveal announcement on fb, I wanted to hurl my computer or my phone across the room. Sometimes I did throw the phone...
Derek was a lot less angry than me. Either that or he hid it from me better than I could hide my anger from him. And that was helpful. He was the calm and sane half of the relationship and kept me from lashing out and being arrested for wanting to assault a pregnant person. (Not really. Just emotionally.) I just could not understand why two people who are doing everything they can, are healthy, are responsible, are able to take care of the child, and love the child, and provide the child with all its needs were being denied the ability to be parents. Especially when so many people in this world should not be parents. Those are the people I wanted to punch.
3rd there is bargaining. It doesn't work. No point. I figured that one out pretty quick. But looking back I truly learned that even when I felt alone and like God wasn't listening, He was. Looking back, I really learned a lesson in patience and humility. Because you cannot "bargain" with the Lord. All you can do is exactly what it says in Isaiah 40:31 "But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint." In the moments of crisis, I did not feel like I had the strength of an eagle, but looking back, I did. Or else I would have given up long ago.
4th Depression: As someone who works in the field of mental health, I do not want to lessen the effects of depression. It is real. I did not have it. Was I depressed? Yes. But not with depression. After any type of life changing/traumatic event it is normal to experience deep sadness. Worthlessness? Broken? Alone? Abandoned? Full of doubt? Scared? Sad? All of the above. But it would come and go in waves. Like the anger.
5th Acceptance: This stage is elusive. I would feel like I got there, and then revert back to anger or sadness. But once I truly made it was summer of 2014. I think getting Koda, our dog, truly helped because I had someone to channel my love and nurturing into. Never has there been a more loved dog than ours. And it is strange, because once we started making some big life decisions/changes: permanent jobs, bought a house, bought a dog....things started to change.
Check out Part 2 for the happy part of this story
Sunday, October 5, 2014
St. George Marathon
Every year since 1990, my dad has run the St. George Marathon, with the exception of 2006 because of some crazy medical stuff that happened that summer. He is an animal.
Nobody would believe it now, but growing up I hated running. I thought it was the most stupid sport in the world and I couldn't understand why my dad and sister loved it. This was marathon #5 for us. I got Derek hooked, enough so that he will run them when I am injured and can't. (Insert sad face...)
We trained hard. We trained smart. We moved to SLC which = running LOTS of hills. And it paid of because.....
WE ARE GOING TO BOSTON!
For those of you who aren't into running, qualifying for the Boston Marathon is a big deal. The Boston Marathon was the first marathon established in the USA and is now 118 years old. The only way to get into it is to qualify, or donate obscene amounts of money. You can't just sign up and get in via raffle. You have to qualify and even then sometimes you don't get in.
Anyway. Derek has qualified before. Last year I was 25 seconds off my qualifying time. Not this year. I don't mean to brag, but we crushed our times.
Derek needed a 3:05:00 to qualify. He ran a 2:57:56!! That is an average of 6:46 minutes/mile for 26.2 miles. He is amazing.
I needed a 3:35:00 to qualify. I ran a 3:23:50!! That is an average of 7:46 minutes/mile for 26.2 miles.
And something I didn't expect was getting 8th place in the Women's 25-29 division.
I won't lie. I felt really good until mile 24. That is when my legs started to feel that I had been running for 3 hours. That is when I saw someone holding a sign that said, "All walls have doors." That is all I needed. I went through the door in the wall I was hitting and I finished. I wanted to die at the end.
Derek did some PT on me right after I finished. This is me trying to follow his instructions for him....
Nobody would believe it now, but growing up I hated running. I thought it was the most stupid sport in the world and I couldn't understand why my dad and sister loved it. This was marathon #5 for us. I got Derek hooked, enough so that he will run them when I am injured and can't. (Insert sad face...)
We trained hard. We trained smart. We moved to SLC which = running LOTS of hills. And it paid of because.....
WE ARE GOING TO BOSTON!
Anyway. Derek has qualified before. Last year I was 25 seconds off my qualifying time. Not this year. I don't mean to brag, but we crushed our times.
Derek needed a 3:05:00 to qualify. He ran a 2:57:56!! That is an average of 6:46 minutes/mile for 26.2 miles. He is amazing.
I needed a 3:35:00 to qualify. I ran a 3:23:50!! That is an average of 7:46 minutes/mile for 26.2 miles.
And something I didn't expect was getting 8th place in the Women's 25-29 division.
Wedding
Derek's best friend since the 7th grade, Mr. James Alexander Marshall, got hitched this month to, Sierra Debbenham. It was the most beautiful wedding I have ever been to. It was on the lawn of the Hobble Creek Lodge, beautiful ceremony, with a 4 string quartet, and his sister singing. The reception was beautiful complete with crepe bar, mock-tinis, and other beautiful food, dancing, music via the Marshall family, and toasts.
It was awesome. It was fancy. It was fun. Here is to a lifetime of happiness to James and Sierra.
It was awesome. It was fancy. It was fun. Here is to a lifetime of happiness to James and Sierra.
Me and the best man. Doesn't he look slick in a tux?
Sierra smashing an entire pie in James' face. It was awesome.
Fall Update
This summer has been a busy one. River trips. Camping trips. Family reunions. Boating. Running. Hiking. Adventures. House stuff. Working. Koda. It has been crazy.
But here are a few things we have done this fall and by fall I mean September.
Hiking with the pup.
He is getting to be a good little hiker, as long as it isn't too long of a trail. He gets super excited when he isn't on a walk in our neighborhood or Sugarhouse Park.
A few dog friendly favorites near us are Ensign Peak (nice and short)
Ferguson Canyon: short, fun, great climbing we need to explore later. Koda is great at navigating getting up the trail, hopping up rocks etc. But he is even better at getting down. He will race Derek down the trail, dodging rocks etc. and he is fast. And then he will stop, look back, wait for me, and then run again. All on his own accord. So funny and so cute.
But here are a few things we have done this fall and by fall I mean September.
Hiking with the pup.
He is getting to be a good little hiker, as long as it isn't too long of a trail. He gets super excited when he isn't on a walk in our neighborhood or Sugarhouse Park.
A few dog friendly favorites near us are Ensign Peak (nice and short)
Ferguson Canyon: short, fun, great climbing we need to explore later. Koda is great at navigating getting up the trail, hopping up rocks etc. But he is even better at getting down. He will race Derek down the trail, dodging rocks etc. and he is fast. And then he will stop, look back, wait for me, and then run again. All on his own accord. So funny and so cute.
We love this sign.
Battle Creek Falls in Pleasant Grove. We did this hike with our friends, Nicki and Ty, and their lab, Hank. Super fun to see those two together. Hank is 100% lab and a spaz and Koda was just trying to keep up and yipping at him as to say, "Hey. Hey. Notice me. Play with me." Hank didn't even notice.
Message Board
Anyway, the site where we found the project is called Shanty Chic. If you want to make a similar board, you should check out her site. She gives you step by step instructions, all the dimensions, etc. She isn't a blogger that I swear leaves out an important step so your project never looks as good.
So anyway, this is our project.
It is great. Now all Koda's stuff isn't EVERYWHERE and we can always find our keys. And I don't have to make a million to-do lists because I always loose them...
It started with making a plan and heading to Home Depot. Like she says in her blog, try to get left-over cuts of wood if you can. We went at the end of the day and it had been picked clean. But that will cut your costs dramatically.
So, step 1: get your wood, wood glue, hooks, chalk board spray paint, ban saw (Derek was really excited to make that purchase. As was I because now I get to make more projects), and have them cut your wood.
Step 2: Print out patterns for the fancy cuts (we had to go to the library because our printer broke and we never got a new one)
Step 3: Go home and start building.
I was in charge of spray painting the hard board into a chalk board and applying the wood glue. Derek got to use the fancy saw and put it all together. Only fair right.
Step 4: Stain it, we used the same stain we used when we re-finished our table and chair so they match.
Step 5: Finishing touches, hang it up, and use it.
Saturday, September 6, 2014
Footsteps for Fertility
As you all know, Derek and I had the opportunity for participate in the Footsteps for Fertility 5k as contestants for a fertility grant. I cannot describe the outpouring of love and support we received as we prepared for this opportunity. Friend and family responded to our need and spread the word far and wide. We had the largest team by at least 40 people. 105 people signed up to be a part of Team Baby Storrs. And it was amazing.
On August 30, we all came together to walk a 5k in Liberty Park and wait with baited breath for the winners to be named. How it worked was for each person on your team, the team captains (us) got a raffle ticket. (Hence why we wanted the biggest team). The raffle consisted of 2 free rounds of IVF and 11 $5000 Fertility Grants. Our odds were good. And we were blessed to win a $5000 fertility grant to be used at the clinic of our choice to put toward the fertility treatment of our choice.
This is such a blessing to us. After a long time of feeling hopeless and alone, we have a beautiful ray of hope and we could not have done it without all of our amazing family and friends. Thank you all so much. We love and appreciate you more than we can ever express and more than you can ever know.
THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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On August 30, we all came together to walk a 5k in Liberty Park and wait with baited breath for the winners to be named. How it worked was for each person on your team, the team captains (us) got a raffle ticket. (Hence why we wanted the biggest team). The raffle consisted of 2 free rounds of IVF and 11 $5000 Fertility Grants. Our odds were good. And we were blessed to win a $5000 fertility grant to be used at the clinic of our choice to put toward the fertility treatment of our choice.
This is such a blessing to us. After a long time of feeling hopeless and alone, we have a beautiful ray of hope and we could not have done it without all of our amazing family and friends. Thank you all so much. We love and appreciate you more than we can ever express and more than you can ever know.
THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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