For the fourth, and probably last time, I am PUPO: Pregnant Until Proven Otherwise! On Thursday, we underwent a Frozen Embryo Transfer with 2 precious little babies.
Here they are! Aren't they cute?
The transfer went well. Everything was a little different since I've had Matthew--something I wasn't expecting! So everything felt a little different and they had to work around my C Section Scar, but overall, the doctor was pleased with how things went. There's just nothing like watching that little "firework" when the embryos leave the catheter and enter the uterus.
Here's a video of another woman's transfer if you want to see. I think it's so cool.
The doctor did tell us that at the time of the transfer, one of the embryos had not begun to re-grow, which is not a good sign. We believe there is a good chance that baby is already with Jesus but we also know he knows the exact amount of moments each one of those little lives has here on earth so we're trusting that whatever that number is, it is His best.
My doctor is in a town about 2 hours south of here, where my folks live, so the plan was to meet us at the doctor and pick up Matthew and Fiona. We were supposed to leave our house at 8:45.
At 8:30, Matthew was still totally passed out.
This picture just cracks me up. We were trying so hard not be anxious, but of course you wake with butterflies. But then there's my sweet boy, completely content, anxious for nothing, sleeping the morning away on the day we're supposed to go get his siblings.
We were eventually on our way.
On the way down, I was telling DH about my quiet time that morning and was reading him a Psalm that God brought to me. Matthew's carseat is still rear-facing so he couldn't see what I was reading. But he recognized God's Word (which was amazing because we usually read to him from his Toddler Bible, which doesn't have Psalms in their original form). Somehow, he knew what I was reading and started yelling "BIBLE! MATTHEW BIBLE!" and would not rest until I gave him a turn. This makes my heart so happy and I pray that he always has a heart for God's word.
We eventually arrived. There were no other patients there, so I was able to take Matthew and introduce him to the doctor and nurse who took such good care of him when he was frozen. It warmed my heart to see them meet and I'm only disappointed I didn't get a photo. Our doctor is so amazing and was such an answer to our prayers so many years ago when we were looking for someone to entrust our babies to.
So Matthew and Grandma and Grandpa were off on an adventure, and we were on to our transfer. I wanted to get a picture of the 3 of us before he left, but I forgot. They have you take Valium an hour before the transfer to relax your uterus, and everything else. Let's just say, I forgot a LOT of things that day! If only I could take Valium every night before bed, I would get the most awesome sleep! But I did get a picture of DH and me on my phone.
I came home from the transfer practically comatose, so DH and my folks continued to care for Matthew while I took the world's longest nap. It was awesome. My doctor doesn't advocate bed rest after transfer, but in this case, I didn't really have a choice! It was the most wonderful nap.
I woke up and had some dinner and then after Matthew went to bed, I went for a swim. Swimming is easily, one of my top 10 favorite things to do. Swimming outside (as opposed to in a gym pool), under the stars, by myself? Perfection!
The next morning, I was awake before everyone else so I snuck in another swim. It was 61degrees outside, but the sky was blue, the birds were singing, the pool was empty...amazing. Perfect time to ponder God and His goodness.
Grandma and Grandpa were off on another adventure with Matthew and so DH and I had the whole morning for a date. We tried to remember-we think the last time we had a date was the first week of February, so we were overdue for some alone time.
I had purchased a membership to the Pima Air and Space Museum because DH and Matthew are both pretty obsessed with airplanes and this transfer had us down there a lot recently with plenty of chances to go. Needless to say I got a gold star in both of their books for that membership. But this same museum offers tours of the only Airplane Boneyard in the United States, on the Air Force Base across the street. We've always wanted to go, but it's only open weekdays, and we're never down there weekdays. This was the perfect chance. It's a one-hour bus-tour of military aircraft relics, mostly from the 50s, forward. It was fascinating. My camera is lost (boo!) so all I had was my phone for photos.
The tour guide is an elderly man who was in the Air Force for 20 years. So his tour was peppered with personal stories of working with some of these crafts on his base. He told us a story about this plane:
He told of a time that he was on active
duty at a base and a civilian saw one of these in flight. She called
the base to report that a UFO had taken one of their airplanes. Ha!
After our tour and some time in the museum, DH and I had a leisurely lunch and some shopping together. We headed back to my mom's. The boys all took naps, and mom and I went for pedicures. Warning...foot photo:
Aren't they cute?
That night we went to a going away party for some friends we met through my mom and who are moving overseas with the military.
This morning, we took my mom to breakfast to celebrate Mother's Day and then we were on our way home.
We got stuck in a major traffic delay for more than an hour, but sweet Matthew was a champ. Here he is after it was almost over so he'd been sitting in his carseat well over 2 hours at this point. I am so thankful to have such a happy-hearted kid.
We came home and all of us took a nap. The boys woke up before I did and went out to pick up dinner and dessert.
Matthew came home with these.
DH told me that Matthew was in the cart, they were walking by the flowers and Matthew started yelling "Mommy flowees! Mommy flowees!" He initiated the flower purchase and chose these ones all by himself. I think my heart might burst. Then he brought them home, along with the piece of cake they chose, and he thought that since I got the flowers, he should get the cake :) I gladly shared with him.
We had dinner and afterwards, he watched some youtube clips of "Sister Act" because I always sing him "I will follow you" (we call it the stalker-mommy song.) Matthew is starting to sing along, too--SO cute. I tried to get it on video but was unsuccessful. I'll keep trying, but in the meantime, I'll share this video instead from this morning. He didn't know I was watching him. He loves to bark with Fiona. When we walk the neighborhood, HE is the one I have to pull along and instruct to stop barking at the neighbor dogs. He's such a little ham.
Now he's in bed and DH and I are going to enjoy a restful evening.
Please pray for our babies. I'd appreciate your prayers for me, too. The hormone therapies are much, much harder on me this time around, which is funny because my doctor has significantly modified his protocol to include a far smaller amount of medicines. I've been in a lot of pain. The last couple of days haven't been so hard, and I'd appreciate your prayers that this trend continues.
Several of my other bloggy friends have just had or are about to have transfers, too, so please keep Chelle, and Shannon and their little snowflakes in your prayers, too, as well as Diane and Tracey, and Em, who are all pregnant with Snowflakes. Hurray for summer blizzards!