The Beginning...

To my family and friends, this may serve as a reminder to the difficult years that we struggled to have a beautiful little baby. To my new friends, this is the beginning of my story. I was married to a wonderful guy named, Josh on April 26, 2003. It was a perfect day and the start to the rest of my life. In September of that year, we began trying to have a baby. We tried for nearly a year and then decided to seek medical help. I started on Clomid and did that for quite some time. The doctors also added in estrogen and a hormonal cream. I experienced months of medications, negative ultrasounds, and much disappointment...much of this on my own. I couldn't understand why I wasn't getting pregnant! I was the youngest of 7 sisters, none of which struggled to have a child. I was jealous, mad, angry, and I experienced feelings of hatred towards others who were getting pregnant around me. I wanted what they had. I felt that God was punishing me for something I had done wrong.

Finally after over another year, I was sent to a fertility doctor. He did one ultrasound and determined that I had Polycystic Ovarian Syndrom, which meant that I couldn't/didn't ovulate. I didn't produce eggs large enough to fight their way through the tough layer on my overies. The doctor had me do the Follistum Pen. This was a series of shots that I had to give myself (or be given by Josh) to make my eggs grow. It involved shots and ultrasounds for 10-12 days and then once it was determined that I had the right amount of good sized eggs, I was given another shot of a hormone to make me ovulate. I did two rounds of this. The first one felt like something was actually happening. I was in tremendous pain! It was the first time in 26 years that my body had ovulated! Unfortunately, it didn't work. I was left with disappointment again. After a month break to clean out my overies, I did a second round. I felt nothing! This was right around the time of my 27th birthday. I remembering answering Josh's question of what I wanted for my birthday with, "all I want is a baby". That year I got a great digital camera from him. A few days after my birthday I began to spot around the time I should be getting my regular period. I didn't think anything of it because I was convinced that this round was unsuccessful. On March 7, 2006 I went in for a blood test to see what was up. I got the call around 4pm that I was indeed pregnant! I had gotten what I wanted for my birthday...just a few days late.

A week later I was in for an ultrasound where the doctor found not one, not two, but three little beans! Josh and I laughed all the way home! We couldn't believe what we had just heard!

My pregnancy was great for the most part. I experienced BAD morning (all day) sickness for the first 16 weeks! I couldn't even hold down water which resulted in a loss of 19 pounds. Then one day it stopped! Hurray!!! I only had one overnight visit to the hospital for observation and one er visit. I made it (easily) to my scheduled C-section on October 18, 2006 at 36 weeks, 1 day. Our babies were born close to 1:00pm. Malachi James at 12:56pm (6lbs, 10oz), Madelynn Mai also at 12:56pm (5lbs, 10oz), and Aiden Cooper at 12:57pm (6lbs, 3oz). All were healthy and doing very well. They spent 20 hours in the NICU because of maintaining their blood sugar levels and then moved to my room and the 'normal' nursery. We all came home on their 4th day of life. We consider ourselves to be very blessed to have perfect little babies with no medical complications, which is fairly rare for triplets.

Now my babies are 2 1/2 years old! Boy, has time flown by....

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