Friday, June 30, 2017

Thy Will Be Done


I’m going to start this post off by saying our IVF attempt was not successful. We got the call Thursday, May 18th, informing us that our pregnancy test was negative.

Here is the timeline of our last few months…

February 15th I started birth control. This is always standard procedure so that cycles can become regulated and your body is reacting to a schedule. Birth control has always had negative side effects with me, but I was so excited to be starting something!

March 6th we were called in for an exam with a specialized scope the clinic only had access to for one day. The scope revealed that I had polyps in my uterus, which we would not have found any other way. After hearing this news, I knew God was leading us down this IVF road a 3rd time to show all of these complications, but provide a way to fix and go around these so as not to be problematic. I truly felt God saying, “Here you go, I am providing a way.”

April 5th I had surgery to remove the polyps. This was like a D & C. I was feeling so positive that now nothing was hindering an embryo from attaching, resulting in a pregnancy.

April 7th we began a daily injection. Shots have always been extremely difficult for me, to get or give to myself. The last round of IVF I remember getting light headed/passing out a few times after giving injections. I was just so excited to be doing the next thing and hoping to be one step closer to our positive!

April 21st began the stimulating injections, 3 shots a day.

April 25th was the first appointment after starting stimulating meds. We were told not be discouraged if my body wasn’t responding this early and that usually it takes a few more days to catch up. I was hoping this wasn’t the case because I could already feel my tummy getting swollen and sore from producing more follicles. Well, my body had responded really well at this point and we were seeing great results!

May 3rd was the egg retrieval. This day always makes me anxious because you have done all the shots and taken all the medicine and all you want are great results (lots of mature eggs). I was very emotional laying on the table before the anesthesia thinking this is our last time; this is it. When I started coming to they told me they got 13 eggs, and by the time I was fully aware they had gotten 19 eggs! Incredible!! In the past they had gotten 7 eggs and then 15 the second time. Over this weekend, they called with updates daily. Of the 19 eggs, 14 were mature and could be fertilized. Over the next 3 days, we expected this number to drop as it had done in the past. However, we still had 14 embryos (3 days later) as of the last update they would do before the embryo transfer.

May 4th we added the hardest injection yet, progesterone in oil. The last 2 rounds we opted for an alternative way to get progesterone other than the shot. This time the clinic insisted the injection was the only way, and we had already made the decision to do the shot just to try something different, hopefully resulting in a better outcome. Brad became a pro with this! I had always wanted to do all of my injections but this one is harder to reach and I knew I would need help.

May 8th was transfer day. We went in super excited and eager to see how many embryos we would have left over to freeze. However, when we met with the doctor beforehand, he was very somber. He said that only 1 of the 14 embryos made it to the final stage. To make matters worse, this one and only embryo was not ideal quality. They grade embryos and the best is a 4AA and ours was a 2CD. So of course, I fall apart, when I should be staying calm. My body is supposed to be ready to receive this embryo and I’m crying and very upset. The doctor did say they had seen a pregnancy come from an embryo similar to ours and that it is always a possibility.  

And now begins the 10 day wait… The longest 10 days ever. You try doing everything right. Not lifting heavy things. Taking it easy at home. Resting as much as possible. Getting plenty of sleep. Drinking lots of water. Eating healthy.

May 18th I go to the clinic before school starts that morning to have bloodwork done. I walk in very emotional, already thinking that this didn’t work, but having to go through with this necessary step. We asked our doctor to call us that afternoon when Brad and I would both be home to hear the results. The clinic called around 5:00 that afternoon to tell us it didn’t work. As devastating as this news is to hear, now for the 3rd time, God knew what I needed. I had taken Caroline in for her 18-month check-up the day before and she had gotten shots herself. By Thursday afternoon she was clingy and not feeling up to par. As the doctor told us the news, Caroline was sitting in my lap and I just squeezed her a little tighter while I cried, letting the news soak in. Seeing her sweet face definitely softened the blow. We had anticipated this outcome after hearing only 1 embryo made it to the last stage, but still heartbroken to have gone through all the procedures and injections with no baby.

Having these results, we are grateful we were able to do a 3rd round since it was different from the first 2 rounds. We also know that our embryos can’t continue growing as they should. The reason we had 14 embryos growing as they should through day 3 is because those first few days are dependent on maternal factors. Afterwards, the paternal factor kicks in and our numbers and quality dropped drastically.

Well, now we know that, short of a miracle, Brad and I will not be able to have biological children of our own. Even though this was not the answer we wanted or expected, it is an answer none the less. We still feel strongly about expanding our family so we will see where God calls us and what doors He opens.

Below is a song from which I got the title for this post. This is Hillary Scott from Lady Antebellum singing her new song, Thy Will. The words were exactly what I was thinking and feeling as this didn’t work as we thought it should. We have already seen God’s provision since this and are expectant to see Him move!



Lyrics
I’m so confused
I know I heard you loud and clear
So, I followed through
Somehow I ended up here
I don’t wanna think
I may never understand
That my broken heart is a part of your plan
When I try to pray
All I’ve got is hurt and these four words
Thy will be done
Thy will be done
Thy will be done

I know you’re good
But this don’t feel good right now
And I know you think
Of things I could never think about
It’s hard to count it all joy

Distracted by the noise
Just trying to make sense
Of all your promises
Sometimes I gotta stop
Remember that you’re God
And I am not
So
Thy will be done
Thy will be done
Thy will be done
Like a child on my knees all that comes to me is
Thy will be done
Thy will be done
Thy will
I know you see me
I know you hear me, Lord
Your plans are for me
Goodness you have in store
I know you hear me
I know you see me, Lord
Your plans are for me
Good news you have in store
So, thy will be done
Thy will be done
Thy will be done
Like a child on my knees all that comes to me is
Thy will be done
Thy will be done
Thy will be done
I know you see me
I know you hear me, Lord

 
C's 2nd Easter (17 months)! So far, she hasn't been afraid of any "characters"!
2nd Mother's Day (18 months)!
C's first trip to the beach (19 months)!

Brad is so talented and we were able to get family pics on the beach!

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Rise Up


Tomorrow marks the 5 year anniversary of when our lives were forever changed.

We woke up that morning like we always had. I remember exactly what Brad and I were both wearing. I remember giving him a hug and kiss goodbye. That would be my last stand-up hug from him. Something I absolutely took for granted until it was taken away.

My principal at the time and our school counselor came to my room to tell me Brad had been in an accident. My mom came to the school to pick me up and take me to the hospital, the longest ride I’ve ever experienced. We had no idea what to expect. I just remember being so sad for Brad that he had to ride in the ambulance to the hospital by himself. What was he thinking? How bad was it? How much pain was he feeling?

The entire hospital/rehab stay was like we were living in another world. The uncertainty of Brad’s health, not fully realizing how our lives were about to change, terrified every time a doctor came to talk to us.

We have come so far since then. We still have daily struggles: Brad’s daily chronic pain, we feel the challenges of paralysis, the heaviness and finality of an injury of this magnitude, only to name a few. We still feel too young to handle this; missed so much of a “normal” marriage before everything changed.

However, out of the ashes (Isaiah 61:3) have come beautiful things. We have grown stronger in our faith (although we still have days where we question God and feel that He is silent, to be honest), closer to one another, and have our sweet Caroline. We have both said that we would experience it all again, just for the chance to be Caroline’s parents. She is truly our shining light each and every day, and she turns 14 months tomorrow as well.

So today, I want to be sad… 5 years is a long time. We still need days and moments to let it sink in, to feel our loss. At the same time, I also want to have a confident expectation knowing how big our God really is. He is the Author, He sent His one and only Son to die for our sins because He loved us so much, and because of this we should have hope. He is in control and everything He orchestrates is for our good and His glory (Romans 8:28).

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lwgr_IMeEgA

Please take a minute to watch this video, paying attention to the lyrics. Absolutely hits home. Brad doesn't need me in this way, but it still resonates with me. 


Rise Up
by. Andra Day

You're broken down and tired
Of living life on a merry-go-round
And you can't find the fighter
But I see it in you so we gonna walk it out
And move mountains
We gonna walk it out
And move mountains

And I'll rise up
I'll rise like the day
I'll rise up
I'll rise unafraid
I'll rise up
And I'll do it a thousand times again
And I'll rise up
High like the waves
I'll rise up
In spite of the ache
I'll rise up
And I'll do it a thousand times again
For you [4x]

When the silence isn't quiet
And it feels like it's getting hard to breathe
And I know you feel like dying
But I promise we'll take the world to its feet
And move mountains
Bring it to its feet
And move mountains
And I'll rise up
I'll rise like the day
I'll rise up
I'll rise unafraid
I'll rise up
And I'll do it a thousand times again
For you [4x]

All we need, all we need is hope
And for that we have each other
And for that we have each other
We will rise
We will rise
We'll rise, oh oh
We'll rise

I'll rise up
Rise like the day
I'll rise up
In spite of the ache
I will rise a thousand times again
And we'll rise up
High like the waves
We'll rise up
In spite of the ache
We'll rise up
And we'll do it a thousand times again
For you oh oh oh oh oh [3x]


Caroline's 1st Birthday!

This baby is such a ham!

Our Christmas card!



Friday, July 29, 2016

Disability, Adoption, and Infertility

8 ½ months have passed since we brought sweet Baby Caroline home! She has been the best gift from God we could ever ask for! We have squeezed her tighter, held her longer, and praised God more often than we ever thought possible. With our journey to parenthood being such a long and arduous one, I am overwhelmed with an appreciation and awe of the Great God we serve! I am also intentionally trying to move at a more leisurely pace as far as moving on to next milestones with her because Caroline could very well be an only child. I am in no hurry for her to eat “real” food, walk, talk, any of these things because I so enjoy each new stage for what it is.

So, the title to this post is something, as a child growing up and as a newly wed, I never thought I would encounter. Let me start this section by saying that in my last post about bringing her home, I mentioned that we wanted to try every avenue for biological children first before pursuing adoption. Thank God He has stirred my heart so that I am extremely grateful that adoption was how our family of 3 started! I have such a love and appreciation for her birth mother than I ever thought possible. I look at Caroline every day and think, “She gave us her baby. She trusted us enough to give us her child that she carried for 9 months.” I’ve never carried a child to fully understand this bond, but my heart cries at how hard and self-less of a decision it was that she made that day.

Saying all of this, we still desire to have a biological child. I feel selfish even sharing this part and this is something that I wrestle with daily. I feel like my “baby blues” should be ‘satisfied’ now that we have a beautiful baby, ungrateful that I still want to carry a child. At the same time, I have settled in with the thought that I will continue to lift praises if a biological child does not happen because we have been given the chance of a lifetime. I have prayed for God to change my heart if this is not His will for our lives and to be able to truly be happy for others who can have children.  For me, it’s more about actually being able to be pregnant and feel a baby growing than it is about having a “biological” child, if that makes any sense. When I see pregnant women, I long for how that must feel and what that must be like. Going through this infertility journey, when I would hear people in passing or through direct conversation say how easy it was for them to become pregnant, or that they weren’t even trying (let alone not nearly as expensive for just a chance) my heart would break (and resentment set in). However, because it was so easy for one person, we are now parents to the most beautiful little baby we have ever known!



Is this my life…?

For the first almost 4 years after Brad’s accident I would often have these surreal moments (and still do) where I would stop and think, “Is this really my life?” Are we really loading wheelchairs into our vehicles, having to call ahead to make sure a venue is accessible before we go somewhere, having a husband who can’t participate in things he used to love to do (golf, bikes, yard work, etc.), deal with chronic pain, etc. One of the things I miss the most is a full body, stand-up hug, his arms wrapped all the way around me. This brings tears to my eyes just thinking of how much I miss this. The last hug I got like this was the morning of his accident before leaving to go to work (I still remember it like it was yesterday). Sometimes it feels like I’m floating above my body looking down at someone else’s life thinking, “When am I going to wake up?”



Now, for the past 10 months, I have been asking myself the same question, “Is this really my life?” but for much different reasons! I can’t even put into words how creative God is and how humbled we are that He chose us to be her parents and chose her to be our daughter. Looking at her it takes my breath away. She will do something new or look at me in this certain way and it really does make my heart skip a beat. So much life and joy has been brought into our lives with this amazing new journey. It’s like Christmas every morning when we get her out of her bed and the most settling of moments when the day is coming to an end and I am rocking a baby in my arms and feeding her her last bottle. What a mighty God we serve!

Going back to the beginning... This was our gender reveal idea for our family! We had them hold the one they thought the baby was going to be!

My sweet, beautiful best friend Claire made these cupcakes for us with pink in the middle! If you just knew what an act of love this was!
Our first family photos. I can't believe she was ever tiny enough to swaddle in these blankets! Thank you Mona Carlisle Owens for the beautiful photographs.
I love everything about this picture... the mouth, the eyes, the little bitty baby, the turtle on her head! 

Kelly, who keeps her during the day, took this and it has become one of our favorites!

Brad made a collage of the many faces of Caroline!

My first Mother's Day! So surreal!



One of our newest family photos! 

I can't even take it with the headband, bracelet, rolls for days on the arms, and blue eyes! She is just too much!

"Every good and perfect gift is from above." -James 1:17

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Parenting From A Wheelchair

This may be strange to some to go from sharing about our adoption, followed by all of the struggles Brad faces, but this is our daily life and I wanted him to have the opportunity to share... We have always been a great team, and now with a little baby we have become even better at tag-teaming! We are humbled and astounded every day that God has given us this chance to be parents. 

Well I’ve never done this before, but Kristan asked me to share about parenthood from my perspective. First, I want to give all the glory to God for placing this little baby girl into our lives. I never thought, aside from my wife, that I could love another person this much. The thought that she isn’t biologically mine never even creeps into the back of my mind. She is my daughter, and always will be. However, this process has given me a new insight into the strength and courage it takes for women to make this choice for a chance at a better life, because they know it’s the best decision for their child. I am eternally grateful to Caroline’s birth mother for giving us this opportunity. 

It has been so fun to watch her grow and learn how to do new things. To me, it’s the little things she does that I love the most. From some of her sweet little sounds, to facial expressions, to arm and finger movements, it just doesn’t get any cuter. Probably my favorite thing, and everybody that has ever met her knows this, is she ALWAYS has the biggest grin on her face. Every time she looks at somebody she smiles. Every time she gets in her jumper, eats, plays with toys, takes a bath, watches the dogs…she smiles. Every morning when I wake up in pain, I look over and next to me in the middle of the bed is this little person with a huge smile on her face. It just makes all the difference.

Now, as you can imagine, parenting from a wheelchair is not easy. I have more limitations than I can list, especially with a baby. One of the most frustrating ones due to my spinal cord injury is not being able to use any of my core muscles (abs/lower back, etc.) being paralyzed from the chest down. So I can’t balance my upper body at all. If I lean over in any direction in my chair, I can’t pull myself back up. Even the weight of putting my arms out in front of me is enough to make me fall forward. So I always have to lean against or hold onto something to stay upright. This makes it impossible to pick up Caroline with two hands.  Whether she’s on the floor, in her jumper, etc. I can only use one hand to pick her up because I have to use the other one to hold on or push myself back up. So I’m limited to moving her from the bed, couch, stroller, and changing table since they are level with my lap. Kristan gets her in and out of the car, bathtub, bouncy, jumper, walker, floor, etc.

Also, carrying her around is very tricky. When she was really small and didn’t move much, I just laid her in my lap as I pushed my chair. But now that she is more active, I have to keep one hand on her at all times. So I have to push one wheel, then switch hands holding her to push the other one. Sometimes I will use a Velcro strap that I wrap around both of us so that I can keep her in my lap if I have to do things with my hands. I also can’t hold her in my arms or against my chest like I would if I were standing. I can only just sit her in my lap. It’s really hard every night when we feed her the last bottle and I have to watch Kristan carry her to bed asleep, because I can’t. Even if I rock her to sleep in the recliner, I can’t get back into my chair and hold her at the same time.

She is at the stage now, where she is sitting up on her own and loves to play in the floor. She isn’t crawling yet so we just put her on a pallet with all of her toys. Getting on the ground from a wheelchair isn’t that bad, it’s getting back up that is near impossible. I can do it, but it takes all the strength I have. Because I am so tall, I have to push myself up a lot higher than most people. So sometimes the effort is just too much to get down and back up, so I’ll sit and watch her from my chair.

I have also adapted/modified a lot of things in our house to make it easier for me to take care of her. We couldn’t find a changing table that I could pull underneath; they all had drawers or shelves in the way. So I built one myself. I also had a friend cut the front of her crib in half and I put a hinge on one side so I can swing it open to get better access to her, since I can’t reach over the top of the rail. I widened our dog gate so my chair could fit through it and welded in a very shallow angled plate on the bottom to make it easier to roll over. Lastly, I ran a dowel rod through a loop on our diaper genie so I could push the foot pedal down with my hand to put a diaper in. Modifications that allow me to do the basic day to day things I used to is a never ending process.

In addition to the limitations, one of the biggest problems that affects my parenting abilities is dealing with severe chronic nerve pain. To be honest, I feel like the inside of my body from my injury level (chest) down is being set on fire and electrocuted…every second of every day. Basically at this point, there are bad days and worse days. So whether or not I feed, change, play, etc. with Caroline all depends on how much pain I am in at that given time. Most of the time, I just push through it. But there are times when I just have to ask Kristan to do something with her for me because the pain is so bad it hurts to move. I have been working with my doctor to continue trying options for better pain management, as this continues to be a daily struggle.

I know there was some negativity in this post, but it's real and it’s what I deal with every day. I feel that public knowledge of spinal cord injuries is very lacking in our society. Most people just aren’t aware of how literally every aspect of our lives is affected by this disability. So hopefully this is an eye-opener to what it’s like to parent from a wheelchair. I love Caroline more than I could ever express and I’m so thankful for her, but it isn’t easy. However, after waiting for four years I think we both take one extra look and get one extra kiss from her before we go to bed every night. The waiting has brought a level of appreciation that I don’t think I would have if getting pregnant was easy. At the end of the day, I have a beautiful wife and baby and that’s more than I could ever ask for.  

Kristan is going to share a more upbeat, updated post soon. She just wanted me to honestly share my struggles I face becoming a dad...

                        
                              Here is the changing table, diaper genie, and crib that I have modified for easier access.

                                         This is the dog gate I fixed so that my chair would fit through.                                        

People say she looks like me...


Sweet baby at her Dedication lunch.

Picture Kristan took for part of my Father's Day gift.

Our recent trip to Atlanta, where we visited the aquarium.

Face Timing while Kristan is taking her for a walk. I just can't take those sunglasses...!


Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Adoption!!

Hey everyone, I have some exciting news! It's kind of long though. I know I have shared before about our fertility journey and the problems that we've had as a result of Brad's spinal cord injury. To make a long story short, a few months ago we were talking some more about possibly starting a third round of IVF. However, we both just felt like God was telling us to stop, wait on Him, and trust that He is going to work everything out. As hard as it was, that's what we did. Literally two hours later I got a phone call from her doctor about a patient he knew of that wanted to put her baby up for adoption! And we were the first people he thought of. To add to the craziness, she was due in 7 weeks!
Now we have always been open to adoption, and thought there was a good chance that's what we would  one day. But we wanted to try everything we could to have our own biological child first. So we weren't on a list, or had met with an agency, or started the process at all. And God just dropped this in our lap. So we prayed about it over the weekend and felt like this was what He was calling us to do. 
From that point, He started opening all the doors and everything worked out so easily. The background checks, FBI report, home study, etc. that has to be done usually takes people about a month. We were able to do it in a week! Also, since this would be a private adoption, the cost for an attorney and everything that needed to be done would be a fraction of the cost of going through an agency. And the attorney we used had adopted his two kids so this was really important to him too. The hardest part was knowing that the birth mother had to wait 72 hours after the baby was born before she could sign the consent form or change her mind.
So on Thursday, November 12, our daughter was born at 7:55am, 6lb 14oz, and 18 1/2" long! She was the most beautiful thing we've ever seen. We stayed at the hospital with her during that 72 hours, and brought her home that Sunday. We named her Caroline Grace (Caroline). Having tried for almost four years to have a baby, we have so much more of an appreciation for her and if we had to do it all over again we wouldn't change anything. Adopting her has also given us a new outlook on how we have been adopted into God's family. We are just so thankful that we were given this opportunity.
Because everything happened the way it did, we know that God created her for us and chose us as her parents. It still seems so unreal; after all, we found out about her 7 weeks to the day until her birth. I had a friend mention that it's crazy how we limit God and what He plans to do by placing our prayers in a "box". For example, God, please let this IVF round work, or please let us get pregnant naturally. Had any of these things happened, we wouldn't have our sweet baby Caroline! She also brought up the reality that we are now holding an answered prayer. How amazing!
Lots of people have prayed for this for a long time, and we couldn't have done it without the help and support of our family, friends, and church. I do ask that you continue to pray for Brad's pain, especially now that he has a baby to help take care of and raise. There are times that he literally can't move because of the pain and that worries him about how he's going to deal with it and still be able to help with a baby now. But we are continuing to trust that God will always provide for us and allow him to do what he need to do. 


Family picture at the hospital
The dogs are slowly adjusting!
We just love her!!

My friend, Jill, made this onesie. There are exactly 1400 days between Brad's accident and Caroline's birthday! God is such a creative God!
She smiled like this twice and we got a picture!

Monday, August 24, 2015

Same Amount Of Time

Today marks the same amount of time we've been married before and after the injury. I can not believe so much time has gone by...

One one hand, I feel like I would give anything to go back to where we were and who we were. Not a care in the world, everything seemed so simple; life was on our side.

On the other hand, we have grown so much closer because of all we've been through. And even though more times than not it feels like we have a "push/pull" relationship with God, we have also grown closer to Him and stronger in our faith and what we believe.

We have definitely learned (and are still learning) what is truly important. Our families and friends have rallied around us and shown support, and for this we are truly grateful. Our lives look like nothing we would have planned. Brad absolutely misses his hobbies (his truck, motorcycle, and playing golf) and all of the everyday stuff (yard and house work, holding hands while walking through a store, opening doors for us, etc.).

It's weird but it's like the injury has erased a lot of what we used to do as well. I can only remember a few things of our routine before. It's a blessing and a curse at the same time, but there are times when it makes me so sad because memories are all we have from our life before.

I've said it before but it becomes all-consuming (suffocating, depressing, no way around) when I actually stop and consider the magnitude of what we've been through (pain and infertility as a result) and continue to battle daily.

"Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up."     -Galatians 6:9

I repeat to myself over and over... Our good and Your glory, God. Our good and Your glory...



This was from my devotion this morning, Jesus Today.



Brad took this at our lake last weekend! Amazing!



Sunday, August 9, 2015

Dating Through the Alphabet "A"

So, Brad and I decided to try something fun... Go on a date that has a theme with each letter of the alphabet. We saw the idea on the internet and thought it looked like fun!

For "A" we contacted Brad's cousin, Beth, to see if her husband, Brady (a pilot), could take us up for a ride! We got to go up yesterday and it was such a neat experience! It was super windy so that made the ride bumpier than usual and we didn't even think for Brad to take dramamine (he gets car sick very easily). That being said, our ride was pretty short, but we got to see our house from the sky!

It was a completely different experience because for the 'typical' person you would just step into the plane. However, Brady had to pick Brad up to get him to his seat. We have not had to do this yet, so Brad definitely had to look past this hurtle. They both handled the situation amazingly and we were able to do something we had not done before!

Us before getting in!


Brady, our pilot!

Beth, Brad's cousin!
Flying over our neighborhood!