You know how they say when you’re trying to get pregnant, that’s when you have trouble?
I never thought that would be us, but it was. Our journey to becoming parents with the twins was an unforeseen miracle in our lives.
After having Lily at 22 years old, never in my wildest dreams did I think I would have trouble conceiving a child. Surprise! Hearing that “infertility” diagnosis come out of our OBGYN’s mouth was shattering. We were so confused, shocked, and scared. We have a vision of having a big family; and were terrified that dream would not become a reality.
We tried to get pregnant for about 8 months before we decided to go see the doctor. My cycles were super irregular, and it was nearly impossible to track any ovulation. When I told her my symptoms, she decided to run some blood tests. Cue the nerves. She wanted to check my thyroid levels, as well as my insulin resistance. We agreed, thinking everything would come back normal. Wrong.
After we got the blood work back, our OBGYN informed us that my thyroid levels were incredibly low and I was diagnosed that day with Hypothyroidism. She explained to us that this could be the cause of our infertility; that I most likely wasn’t even ovulating due to my thyroid levels. It was lunch a punch in the stomach. You go through so many emotions- can they fix it? Do you think we will be able to get pregnant? How long will it take? Why did this happen? Why us? I had to remember to cling to my faith of what is meant to be will be. I did not want to feel bitter in this season, it was supposed to be a happy time.
Then, another wave of bad news. The OBGYN felt that it was necessary to do an ultrasound of my ovaries to check for cysts. Immediately following the ultrasound, I was diagnosed with Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome [PCOS]. My ovaries were completely full of cysts. This indicated to my doctor that I had not been ovulating for a very long time. She explained the reality to us that patients with PCOS have high infertility rates, and that there was a possibility we would not be able to get pregnant through natural means.
Before we could begin trying to get pregnant again, I would have to see an Endocrinologist to bring my thyroid levels into a safe range for conception. Without this component, I would most likely miscarry any pregnancy I obtained. Our OBGYN told us that once they got my thyroid levels under control, I could come back to them to re-start the process of trying to conceive. So we put conceiving on the back-burner and shifted the focus to making sure I was as healthy as possible.
Off to the Endocrinologist we went! They started me on a medication called Synthroid, and explained to me that I would most likely be on it for the rest of my life since there is no cure for Hypothyroidism. A few months went by and finally my thyroid levels had responded enough to go back to our OBGYN for a game plan.
They offered us several different approaches. First, we do nothing and wait to see if we could get pregnant on our own. Secondly, try a medication to see if I would even ovulate. Lastly, pursue IVF with a reproductive specialist. We chose to try the second option.
The medication I was prescribed is called Clomid. The doctor wasn’t super optimistic it would work. I came in for an ultrasound after taking it to see if my body was going to ovulate, and it didn’t look promising. We were told we could “try” anyway during that cycle if we wanted to.
They gave us a permission slip and circled a few dates on the calendar. I was instructed on when to take a pregnancy test based off of those dates, so that’s what we did.
Tyler was at work that Sunday, and Lily was with my mom. I woke up in the morning knowing I could take a test, so I got myself mentally prepared for another negative.
But this time it wasn’t negative!! It was positive!! I was shocked. Literally dropped to my knees on the ground shocked. I truly didn’t believe it, so I took a second one. And it was positive too.
I instantly wanted to drive to Tyler’s work and scream it from the top of my lungs, but I knew I couldn’t. I wanted this moment to be special for him, for us. I got in the car and went to Old Navy. I picked out a tiny baby sweater, and bought it. Then I went to Target and bought tissue paper and a gift bag. I came home and carefully wrapped the tiny sweater in the gift bag and placed it on our counter. And waited. Waited until 3PM when Tyler would call me and tell me he was on his way home.
The little present was sitting on the counter, and I didn’t even mention it. He said to me, “hey babe- what’s this?”. I replied, “Oh that- it’s for you, you can open it!”. He probably figured I got him a new pair of socks or a t-shirt. The look on his face when he unwrapped that tiny little sweater is one that will forever be engrained in my mind.
He held it up and said – “what’s this for? Wait? Lia? Are you? Are we? You’re pregnant?!
He ran over to me and picked me up and hugged me SO hard. He dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around my waist. We both sobbed and he kissed my tummy over and over.
It was real. We were pregnant.