10 Years Ago: Part 1

I have been thinking about posting about our transition into parenthood (ie: share our story of how we became parents). As Tally's 10th birthday quickly approaches this weekend, I can't help but wonder where the time has gone. It has flown by so quickly. Before I became pregnant with Tally, I was one of those many women, who struggled with infertility and desperately wanted be become a Mother. Those years of infertility were some of the hardest years and most difficult trials of my life. More than anything I longed to become a mom and yet, becoming pregnant was not an easy thing for me. After several tests and months of charting my temperature, my OB/GYN (who was very conservative) agreed to put me on Clomid. Even on Clomid (a fertility drug), I did not ovulate each month. After several months, I became pregnant with Tally.

Those pregnancy months were not the easiest. I was sick almost the whole time and threw up (up to 10 times a day) for over 20 weeks. Yet, I was so happy to be pregnant. I was able to wear maternity clothes (back then it was traditional Mommy wear ~ lots of polka dots and high waisted dresses). Little things like that I had longed to do for years. I spent hours looking at baby name books (we wouldn't tell anyone the names we had picked out). I even gain a bunch of weight and didn't care. I had waited so long to be part of those rights of passage into Motherhood.

I had never given much thought about the possibility of complicated birth issues or any birth defects. I never had an ultra sound (like I said, my doctor was really conservative). I didn't not know if I was having a boy or a girl (life has so few surprises). My due date was September 4th and Labor Day weekend I got quite a few stares as I waddled around a local fair. My doctor really didn't give me the option about inducing labor, he believed it is best to let nature take it's course. I didn't mind. Again, even by the end, I was still so happy that I was able to experience all stages of pregnancy.

Finally my body started getting ready and I started laboring at home. I wanted to shower and get cleaned up before heading for the hospital (I really didn't want to show up looking all worn out). I got dressed in my pre-chosen out fit and was standing in the bedroom when I said, "My water just broke". Chuck stood there and looked at me as all this brown stuff gushed out and he said "That doesn't look like water". The whole plan of looking cute as I showed up at the hospital went right out the window. I quickly changed clothes and ended up leaking "brown water" all over the place as we headed to check in. I even managed to waddle down the hall with my back seat all wet (not looking cute at all) as we hurried to check in.

OK, I did label this part 1. I will be back soon to finish.