It’s a God Thing

So when I last left you, Mike and I were awaiting our respective tests to decide our course of action for future (if possible) children. You are not going to believe what happened next….

Mike had spent a four day weekend in Tennessee with his best friend, enjoying Bristol and everything the race had to offer. Harper and I missed him terribly, however, I had a feeling I couldn’t shake and I just wanted him home. A feeling….I had felt….four other times….I called as he was on his way home so he could pick me up a test I was all too familiar with.

I woke up the morning of March 20, 2012 feeling as normal as I possibly could given everything I had endured the past few months. Mike didn’t even know what I was about to do: I walked downstairs and took my test in secret…it didn’t take long for the results to impact our lives for a FIFTH time! You got it…the test, pregnancy test, was positive. I RAN upstairs and jumped back in bed with Mike. I showed him the test and we both fell into fits of laughter for literally ten minutes.

After all, we were under strict instructions to take the utmost precautions as not to get pregnant again so soon after the loss of Haidyn (this was only two months later). So, to say the least, this was pretty much the most shocking pregnancy of them all.

Mike defined the moment best when he looked up from his tears and hysterics long enough to say, “We have got to be THE most fertile people on the planet!!” He was right….we were starting to give popular television families a run for their money. Camp Aguirre?! We were well on our way to our own reality show, if we kept up this pace….

I knew the drill all too well. Call the doctor, go in for a blood test, await the results, work myself into a worried frenzy, repeat. This time was no different and the worried frenzy lasted about 12 weeks (just to give you a small preview).

I was scheduled to attend a conference out of town with a committee of people and some of my best friends, as well as a boss that I had grown to respect and admire. This made my previous steps a little difficult considering I was going to be in Lansing for two days and not able to repeat my blood work each day to make sure my levels were where they belonged. Alas, my doctor’s office assured me that repeated blood tests could be taken upon my return. I scheduled an appointment to go in that afternoon for a routine blood test and spend the next 24 hours a nervous wreck.

Meanwhile, how do you keep a secret this big from some of your closest friends? The answer….you don’t. Especially when one of those people is your “Coke” friend. As soon as I arrived at work with her daily Diet Coke and lacking my daily Coke, she knew immediately. The beauty of this friendship is that she was first ecstatic for me, and then offered her prayers and support should I need anything. Mike and I had decided to wait until we were out of the first trimester to share our news with most people and the world. However, your friends know you better than you know yourself sometimes, and this friend, she’s pretty intuitive.

I packed and planned for my trip out of town all the while wishing and praying (MIGHT Y HARD, I might add) that this was “our” time. I didn’t know if I could handle the devastation of another missed chance at more children. I spent countless days wishing and praying for another miracle….was this our chance?! Only God knew the answer and He was about to put us through the ringer, so to speak.

Conference day one was a success as was my call to my doctor’s office: as normal, I had detected and tested early so my levels weren’t through the roof, but at normal level for someone who was four weeks pregnant. I was to test again once I returned home. As requested by my doctor, I took all of the necessary precautions to make this a complication free pregnancy: I took my prenatal vitamins and hormone supplements, didn’t lift anything over 20 pounds, and limited my caffeine intake (that was a tough one, but totally worth it given the reason).

I retested again a few days later, as well as a few days after that, and continued the cycle for nearly two weeks. Each time, my hcG levels were increasing appropriately and my progesterone was through the roof (a good sign considering it was usually low). However, I was still apprehensive. I had gone through this once before: excellent levels, great progesterone, only to discover that there was no baby setting up shop in my gestational sac. I wasn’t going to be convinced until I could see a tiny body and hear a strong heartbeat.

I was set up to see my doctor each week to monitor my pregnancy and growth. This may seem excessive to some, and maybe even a bit inconvenient. However, given the alternative, I was happy to be there every week to make sure.

We had a tiny scare in week seven when I experienced brown discharge. I was told to immediately go to the lab to have my levels tested and then over to the hospital for an ultrasound. I was near vomiting for three VERY long hours that night until I heard the greatest sound on earth: baby’s heartbeat. It was nice and strong at 133 bpm. Whew….we crossed the first ultrasound hurdle, but we still had almost seven more weeks until we were out of the woods. I was afraid I wasn’t going to be able to withstand the stress of my everyday life as well as a high risk pregnancy.

Guess what?! I DID IT! We are now just shy of 14 weeks with a clean bill of health for mommy and baby! I could give you all the boring details of doctor’s visits, multiple tests, and various appointments, but all I really care about (as well as my supportive husband) is that WE DID IT! Baby Aguirre (#5) is due November 26, 2012 and I am over the moon! It’s a God thing…when you need Him, He listens. That’s all this was…..a God thing!