One year ago today was the happiest day of my life. Some would argue that May 25th should be the happiest day of my life. Of course it was in some ways but the fact that my babies were 7 weeks early, I didn't get to see them for 10 hours after they were born, the confusion and pain of an emergency c-section, being in labor for 6 days, etc. caused a lot of worry and was not exactly the picture I had in my mind of a happy childbirth. So back to November 6, 2008--the day I found out I was pregnant!! Of course I could not blog or share about my happiness then, so for the sake of my girls baby books which I will never get around to completing, here is the story... I had gone in to the clinic for a pregnancy test that morning at 8:00 a.m. I just KNEW the test would be negative. I had been told 2 years prior that I would likely never conceive and after years of disappointment, I had learned to protect myself from heartache. Not to mention, the home pregnancy test (which I was warned NOT to take because of high false negative rates due to the drugs I had been on, but Hilary made me take!!) was negative. That's another story in itself. I had bought a 3-pack of tests over a year prior and had since lost the instruction manual. So when the test came back with 1 solid line, I assumed that was negative because I thought a positive result was 2 lines. Come to find out, a blank test with that brand was negative and mine with a single line was positive. It's kind of funny now looking back though at all the signs I had--other than a positive home test. Just in case I were to be pregnant, I was making an effort to eat breakfast every morning. That week, I was literally making myself in every since, just gagging at the thought of toast and cereal. I even said to Patrick, "I can't wait until I get the negative pregnancy test so I can go to the doctor and find out what's wrong with me!" DUH! Something just wasn't right... So back to November 6th--I was told the nurse would call me about noon that day with the blood results. Well noon came and went. I figured they were calling all the positives first and saving me to last because I was negative. So by 1:00, I had given up and went to my favorite lunch spot, Chick-fil-A, for a comfort-filled lunch. I was in the drive thru when my caller ID lit up. I knew it was the nurse. I answered just as I gave my order "number 1 with lemonade." "Leslie, this is Lynette from the clinic. I got your bloodwork and... you're PREGNANT!" I was in complete shock. I remember looking down at my then flat stomach (those days are gone!) and said "ARE YOU SURE?" I just remember repeating "ARE YOU SURE?" The nurse was laughing so hard... "I'm sure. In fact your HcG is twice as high as it should be.... which means you probably have more than 1!" Again, all I could muster was "ARE YOU SURE?" "We need to repeat the bloodwork in 2 weeks to make sure the HcG continues to rise and then we'll see you in 4 weeks for your first ultrasound." So during the conversation, I had received my lunch and was pulled over in the parking lot just staring at my stomach. I hung up the phone and just screamed in excitement. I had planned if this remote chance had happened that I would wait and surprise Patrick at home with a nice dinner or at least wait until 3:30 and surprise him at school. I waited all of 3 minutes and just couldn't contain myself. I knew it was during his break so I called, he answered the phone on the first ring... "yes.." "I'M PREGNANT" The sound of his voice and laugh was like none I had ever heard from him before. We had beaten the odds and the impossible had become possible! I will always cherish that day forever.
One year ago today was the happiest day of my life. Some would argue that May 25th should be the happiest day of my life. Of course it was in some ways but the fact that my babies were 7 weeks early, I didn't get to see them for 10 hours after they were born, the confusion and pain of an emergency c-section, being in labor for 6 days, etc. caused a lot of worry and was not exactly the picture I had in my mind of a happy childbirth. So back to November 6, 2008--the day I found out I was pregnant!! Of course I could not blog or share about my happiness then, so for the sake of my girls baby books which I will never get around to completing, here is the story... I had gone in to the clinic for a pregnancy test that morning at 8:00 a.m. I just KNEW the test would be negative. I had been told 2 years prior that I would likely never conceive and after years of disappointment, I had learned to protect myself from heartache. Not to mention, the home pregnancy test (which I was warned NOT to take because of high false negative rates due to the drugs I had been on, but Hilary made me take!!) was negative. That's another story in itself. I had bought a 3-pack of tests over a year prior and had since lost the instruction manual. So when the test came back with 1 solid line, I assumed that was negative because I thought a positive result was 2 lines. Come to find out, a blank test with that brand was negative and mine with a single line was positive. It's kind of funny now looking back though at all the signs I had--other than a positive home test. Just in case I were to be pregnant, I was making an effort to eat breakfast every morning. That week, I was literally making myself in every since, just gagging at the thought of toast and cereal. I even said to Patrick, "I can't wait until I get the negative pregnancy test so I can go to the doctor and find out what's wrong with me!" DUH! Something just wasn't right... So back to November 6th--I was told the nurse would call me about noon that day with the blood results. Well noon came and went. I figured they were calling all the positives first and saving me to last because I was negative. So by 1:00, I had given up and went to my favorite lunch spot, Chick-fil-A, for a comfort-filled lunch. I was in the drive thru when my caller ID lit up. I knew it was the nurse. I answered just as I gave my order "number 1 with lemonade." "Leslie, this is Lynette from the clinic. I got your bloodwork and... you're PREGNANT!" I was in complete shock. I remember looking down at my then flat stomach (those days are gone!) and said "ARE YOU SURE?" I just remember repeating "ARE YOU SURE?" The nurse was laughing so hard... "I'm sure. In fact your HcG is twice as high as it should be.... which means you probably have more than 1!" Again, all I could muster was "ARE YOU SURE?" "We need to repeat the bloodwork in 2 weeks to make sure the HcG continues to rise and then we'll see you in 4 weeks for your first ultrasound." So during the conversation, I had received my lunch and was pulled over in the parking lot just staring at my stomach. I hung up the phone and just screamed in excitement. I had planned if this remote chance had happened that I would wait and surprise Patrick at home with a nice dinner or at least wait until 3:30 and surprise him at school. I waited all of 3 minutes and just couldn't contain myself. I knew it was during his break so I called, he answered the phone on the first ring... "yes.." "I'M PREGNANT" The sound of his voice and laugh was like none I had ever heard from him before. We had beaten the odds and the impossible had become possible! I will always cherish that day forever.
2 comments:
Love the story...so neat! Thanks for posting a lot! Don't know how you find the time, but keep it up! Kiss the girls for me (and give Patrick a hug). :)
You just made me cry! That was too sweet!
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