My husband and I married at an early age, I was only 17 years old. I was already 3 months pregnant with Austin (who is now 13) at that time, and just 22 months after Austin's birth came our second son Gage (who is now 12). I had pregnancy complications with Gage that resulted in me having to have an emergency c-section. We then decided that I would go ahead and have a tubal done while the c-section was being performed. I was at that time only 20 years old.
Later -- much later (11 years) down the road I changed my mind. I matured alot, and realized that I would really like to have the opportunity to have more children. Jason & I had come a long way in our relationship as well. We had been through alot together, and managed to stay together even through the toughest of times. I had previously entertained the idea of one day being able to have children again, but never knew that it was possible. Then through a family friend I found out about a surgeon in Chapel Hill, NC (Dr. Berger @ Chapel Hill Tubal Reversal Center) that performs tubal reversal surgery. I was so excited! My husband and I discussed the possiblity of having the surgery done, and much to my surprise he agreed! I scheduled my surgery for December 22, 2006.
The surgery went well and I was back to work in just a few short days. We immediately (following doctor's orders) began trying to conceive. It happened quickly, in just a couple of months. Unfortunately, at only 6 weeks I miscarried. I was devastated but knew that was pretty common following tubal reversal surgery. In a couple of months we tried again, and success, once again we were pregnant! But, once again, this time at 8 weeks I miscarried. I was crushed! I became depressed, I questioned whether or not I even wanted to try again. A couple months down the road, we conceived again, this time the doctor put me on Progesterone, in hopes it would stop a recurrent miscarriage. To no avail, at 11 weeks I miscarried once again and began hemmorahaging. I had to be rushed to the hospital and had to undergo a DNC. I was devastated, again! I was depressed, I was mad, I was sick to my stomach, I was on an emotional roller coaster that I just wanted to stop and let me off!!! I had three consectutive miscarriages within a one year time period! I told God "I QUIT!" I told my husband "I'M DONE!" And I decided that was it for me, no baby in my future, because I just could not withstand anymore pain and heartache. Directly following my DNC surgery, I recieved a call from my mother saying my grandfather was in the hospital and that things were not looking good for him. I was released from the hospital and 4 days later on September 23, 2007 my grandfather passed away.
January 2008, I decided to go on a diet, something to keep my mind off of the loss I had experienced, and something to help me look forward to the future. I successfully lost 70 lbs over the next 6-7 months. August 3, 2008, my husband and I decided to renew our vows for our 13th wedding anniversary. I chose this particular day because it was my grandmother's birthday, and since our actual anniversary, July 29th, fell during the week. It was a beautiful little ceremony, down by a creek on our property -- it was my grandpa's favorite place to go and sit when he was well. That is why I picked that particular place to have the ceremony.
This is the bench that my grandpa would sit on when he was well. He would just disappear sometimes -- and when he did, you knew you could find him here. So in honor of my grandpa, during the ceremony, we placed a yellow rose on this bench. We chose yellow because, yellow was his favorite color. It made me feel like he was there with me.
Here is my daddy, Bill, walking me down the aisle. I love you, daddy! It was such a beautiful day! I will remember it forever!
And this is my absolute favorite picture that was taken that day. It is what I call the "accidentally beautiful" photo. This picture was not "planned" to turn out this way. We were not posing, nor did I even realize at the time that I was being photographed. That is my husband staring at me in the background, as I walk up the hill from where the ceremony took place.
I am lucky to have the man of my dreams to wake up with everyday of my life. I am thankful to God above that he gave me such a wonderful person to share my life with. I cannot imagine my life without him. He is my best friend, the person that I trust with my heart, he is my "Boo." That's the nickname that we have called each other for years, and we will probably be 80 years old still calling each other that. I hope that we have a long, full, happy life together. So far, it has been a wonderful journey -- and we still have so many miles left to go!!
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