The Miracle of Lyra
Such was its devastation, that our 1st pregnancy was an ectopic, resulting in the rupture of one of my fallopian tubes. Had we not gotten to surgery in time I could have died. My husband still reels from the memory of me handing him my wedding ring as they wheeled me into surgery.
My doctor at the time didnt see my other symptoms, (missed menses, constipation, heavy menses) and the ectopic as a problem. The solution therefore was to put me on Clomid. After a year of trying, a family member recommended finding a new doctor.
My new doctor stated that my symptoms were consistent with endometriosis but could not be certain without going in to make sure. Thus began the 1st of 8 laparoscopies (over 6 years) to clean me up. I had 2 surgeries in one month. My endometriosis was so bad that I had organs being pulled together. After the 1st surgery my doctor had me begin the Clomid regimen. After 4 cycles of treatment she said that I would need IVF to get pregnant. Here is where the true shock began.
My husband and I live modest lives Im a Kindergarten teacher and he works in construction. Although we lived comfortably, the cost of IVF seemed unattainable. We discussed our options. IVF meant no more vacations, no more upgrades to our home, and no more lets buy it spending. It also meant facing the dark reality that we may never have children. After getting our finances in order we visited the Pacific Fertility Center in San Francisco, which our doctor had recommended. It was a good visit and was our first step. We made our plans to undergo IVF that summer, when I would be off from school.
When the medications arrived we were in awe at the number of needles we had. We were ready to begin this process I had but one condition since I was the receiving the injections, my husband had to give them. I felt it only fair and would enable him to be very involved in the whole process. He cried before giving me the first shot in my stomach. He said he didnt want to hurt me. So I cupped his head in my hands and said, If we want to have a baby, you have to give me the shot. He did. I really didnt have that many side effects. What was more bothersome was the bruising and pain at the injection sites. Of course as blood work and ultrasounds were done along the way, more meds were needed, bye- bye money. Unfortunately, round 1 was unsuccessful and we discovered that I was not a top egg producer. Of course my hubby had no problems with his soldiers... it was all me. Ugh! I think we had some extra embryos and did a frozen cycle right after but to no avail. Since we were committed to not only sticking to IVF but, also only doing it during the summers we had time not only to regroup, but save money. Sadly, round 2 was also a dud.
For round 3 we had 3 embryos implanted. And on 7-7-07 we discovered I was pregnant. My husband said the date was a sign of good luck. We were so happy and relieved. We were finally going to expand our family. Each month went by with no problems. We had some stress my work life was getting chaotic and my father was being a difficult patient recovering after heart surgery. But my pregnancy was flawless. On week 20 we discovered we were having a boy and by the end of the evening we had named him Lucius.
However, one week later, while talking with some parents at school about the Halloween Parade guidelines, my water broke. Even now I weep remembering that very moment. The hospital sent me home to wait it out, hoping the hole would close. However, by the third day I developed a fever and was going septic. I had to deliver my little boy. I begged with the doctor for a way to save my baby. She said the waiting 4 more weeks until his lungs might be mature enough for survival was not possible since now I was also in danger. There I was in the maternity ward waiting to deliver a dead baby.
All I could think of was that I had failed my husband again. In the months that followed I wished I had died with my baby. I felt it was the only way I would feel less of a failure and the pain from my loss would be gone. My husband would hold me and remind me that if hed lost both of us he would be all alone. I even offered to let him divorce me so he could find a wife that would be able to give him children. I dont think Ive ever seen him as angry as when I said that. He was willing to keep trying if I was. And he felt that if we couldnt have a child, then thats just the way it would be.
So along came rounds 4 and 5, both of which failed. The strain of infertility on our marriage was slight but was there. We were lucky to be able to talk it out. What was difficult was the loss of Lucius. There was pain there that lingered in each of us in different ways. My husband started drinking more than usual and I found myself very resentful of others that had children/babies. Amazingly, we made it through, pulling each other out of it.
When round 6 came along, with all we had been through, neither of us really expected it to succeed. But amazingly we struck gold and were on our way to a family again. However, this time we were on pins and needles. I honestly dont think I would have mentally survived another loss. So we took every precaution possible, my mom even went to work with me 2-3 days a week to help out. After the first trimester I decided that to be afraid was unfair to my unborn child. Therefore, we started planning for this baby. Registering and decorating. Once we discovered we were having a girl OMG! Our joy could not be contained. Every doctor visit that pronounced us healthy was fantastic.
Other than gestational diabetes, everything was great. Our little Lyra was born March 13, 2011 weighing 7lbs. 8 oz. and 20.5 in. long. She was perfect! We were perfect!
So after 10 years of trying, 6 years being IVF, 3 acupuncturists, body talk therapy, an ectopic pregnancy, and our Angel Baby Lucius, our family is now complete. When I gaze into Lyras eyes and see her in awe of me I know she was worth all the sacrifices and tears.
- Martina & Leandro