So...I wasn't going to blog about this because honestly it's really hard to think about and put my mind back to where I was. BUT, I have been seeing a therapist, and it's been really helping to understand why I have been experiencing a lot of anxiety and why our brains do the things they do. I mentioned today to the therapist that I keep a blog and he wanted to be write/journal my experiences that are hard for me to face. It should be a healing effect and also I thought that if I could help anyone then it would be worth it.
As I have written before, getting pregnant has been a trial in our lives. We have been so blessed with the medicine today that IVF has been how are family has grown. We are so blessed to have our Carter man (Jimmy Carter, he still calls himself that) and these two precious miracles. Getting these two babies was the hardest thing I think I have had to face so far in my short life. I am still young. :)
I started IVF with the same Dr. at the University of Utah and I just love him. We started the medications that consist of numerous shots, and pills. I responded very well to the medications, too well to say the least. My ovaries produced 25 eggs. Three days later we transferred two embryos which the embryologist said looked beautiful. I was excited! I have PCOS (polycistic ovarian syndrome) which has made it the reason it's hard for us to get pregnant and resulting in producing lots of eggs and other problems. My ovaries were overstimulated and I paid the price. Because my ovaries produced so many eggs they grew to the size of softballs, maybe even bigger. They leaked free-fluid into my abdomen resulting in not being able to breathe and severe anxiety. I was "drained" three times with 2 liters of fluid, by being knocked out. By the third time they decided I better be admitted to the hospital, I was so sick. They placed a pig-tail catheter in my stomach so that it could drain instead of going in to get drained. I had that catheter in me for over two weeks, horrible experience. I found out I was pregnant through all of this and tried really hard to be excited. Because of being pregnant, the pregnancy hormone made this all worse.
I went home and continued to feel worse. They re-admitted me for severe dehydration. I looked awful. I felt awful. I wanted to die. I even told Nathan he could re-marry after I died. That's where I wanted to be at the time, in the ground in a cemetery. I wanted to give up living so I quit eating. My appetite was not there so I didn't fight it. My Dr. threatened to put a feeding tube in me if I didn't eat and somehow that woke me up. I already had a tube hanging from my stomach, I didn't want another. I wanted to still be Carter's mom. I still wanted to be Nathan's wife. So I fought. On the way home, I had my mom stop at Wendy's and I ordered the largest french fry and drank a whole 32 oz. of gatorade. ( I was only allowed to drink gatorade for over a month because of the electrolytes)
I continued to eat and drink until my levels improved and he thought I wouldn't need it. I lost about 20 pounds, and looked like a skeleton. My face was sunken in and my eyes too. I couldn't look in the mirror without crying. But I was determined to fight this. It was hard. On a Sunday my Dr. had me come in to take out my catheter. I was worried because if I wasn't seeing the drainage I thought it would build up in my abdomen again and get that bloated feeling again and freak out. He assured me it wouldn't happen, I was healing. He did an ultrasound to check on the baby and he said "this is interesting, I see another baby" I didn't want to hear that. I closed my eyes with my hands and said "no, no" I wasn't ready for that news because in my mind I could handle one baby, I did it before, I can do it again. But two? How was my skeleton body supposed to hold two bodies?! I wanted to cry, my mom was jumping up and down. I wouldn't let her talk about it the whole way home.
Fast forward to now, I am excited about these two babies. It took some time, and I feel bad for it, as if I wasn't grateful, but I needed to sort through those feelings to move on. I have talked to a lot of twin mom's and seeing them do it makes me think I can too. Since this whole experience I have developed a lot of anxiety. As my growing belly is getting bigger I am associating it with getting bloated and not breathing like when I needed to be drained. But I am teaching myself that it's my healthy babies growing. It's a good thing! Seeing a therapist could have been the best decision, I am learning how to breathe, re-direct my thoughts and how to overcome this. I am gaining weight! I want to look healthy and hold these babies as long as I can. I am loving food again and cheeseburgers are always on my mind. Life is good again, and although typing this has made me anxious I know that getting it out will help. Like I said, I wasn't going to write this. All I wanted to say is "I'm pregnant, with twins, that's it" But I know that is not facing my fears. I have been through a traumatic experience and I lived through it!! I am now going to try and embrace what happened and not run from it. I did not mention that prayer played a big role into this. I couldn't have done this without Heavenly Father's help. Also having Nathan far away was also really hard but I knew he was praying hard for me and our family.
I feel much better. Now I can move on and go eat a cheeseburger. And guess what? I get to see my husband this Saturday. I love my life!