Grace's Birth

I guess I'm in a bloggy kind of mood tonight, so I thought I'd take a few minutes and share the birth story of my second daughter, Grace.

When I finally got the go-ahead to get pregnant again after my first pregnancy, we thought we'd have the same result. I started the fertility drug Clomid, and expected to get pregnant right away. We were wrong. We started trying in May, and all summer long, nothing happened. I was really starting to get discouraged.

At the end of September, we traveled to Syracuse for my sisters wedding. I really had this feeling like I was pregnant, but it was too early to test. When we got back (the beginning of October) I called and scheduled my routine blood test. It came back negative. I was crushed - I had really thought I was pregnant! The Dr. prescribed me a medicine to help bring on my next cycle so that I could begin my last round of Clomid. If that didn't work, we'd have to discuss more invasive methods. My husband had a check in his Spirit, and really felt that I shouldn't take this medicine. I thought he was being a little foolish - a home pregnancy test can be wrong, but a blood test is pretty accurate. I listened to him though, and agreed to wait one week before beginning to take the medicine.

Four days later, we were getting ready to go to Church. I had just woken up, and our daughter Amelia was still sleeping. I thought I'd squeeze in a quick workout before she got up. Before that, however, I went to use the bathroom. My husband was just getting ready to get into the shower, and handed me a home pregnancy test. I think I rolled my eyes at him, but I took it anyhow. I didn't even look at it - I knew it would be negative. I left it on the bathroom counter, and went back into the bedroom to use the elliptical.

10 minutes later, Vic came RUNNING into the bedroom shouting, "I think you're pregnant!" My heart skipped a beat - I couldn't be, could I? At first I thought he was messing with me, but I could tell by the look on his face he was serious. I ran (literally) into the bathroom to look at the test with him - sure enough, there was another line! It was faint, but it was there. It was a cheap-o dollar store test though, and we wanted to be sure. I hopped into my car and  drove over, RAN (again, literally) into the store and grabbed the biggest box of First Response tests they carried. $30 later, and 3 more positive tests, and I allowed myself to be really happy.

At my first OB appointment, my dr. looked at me and very sternly said, "The minute your blood pressure goes up, you will be put on strict bedrest, understand?" But she had nothing to worry about. My BP was perfect the entire time (except for the one appointment where I slid on black ice the entire way and I was totally freaked out by the time I got there). On June 11th, I started having contractions (3 days before my scheduled c-section) so I had another emergency c-section. Grace Elizabeth entered the world just before 5pm weighing 9lbs, 10oz.

Grace is my girlie girl - loves dress-up, princesses, ballerinas, weddings, jewelery, shoes, clothes and all that is pink and sparkly. She is sweet and caring, mischevious and silly, smart and funny. I love her to the moon and back, and I am so glad that my husband listened to that little voice in his head that said, WAIT ON ME! I am eternally grateful to God that he satisfied the desires of our heart and gave us a little sister for Amelia.

Next time, I'll share about pregnancy loss, and the birth of our sweet Son Keeland.