My Journey to Motherhood Part 1 - Surgery
My Journey started when I was little, all I ever wanted to be was a mom. Yes, I said I wanted to be a Veterinarian, an Eye Dr, a teacher, and a businessperson, but mostly I wanted to be a mom (but never said that out loud).
During my teenage years I had problems during my cycle and the Dr.’s fix was birth control pills; they helped my issues to an extent but didn’t fix them. I was on the pill to start, then when graduated I tried a needle brand, I thought life was great, I did not get pregnant when I was not ready, but little did I know that when I was ready it was not going to be that easy.
At the end of 2010 I met the LOVE of my life and I knew right away I wanted to have a family with this man. Finally, in 2013 he proposed. It was also that year we decided that if a baby happened before we got married it was not the end of the world, so we threw all cautions to the wind. The 1st year I was upset each month, but I was not devastated by it, I had a wedding I was planning, and I just figured the Universe was going to give me my dream of going on a honeymoon and then a month later tell our parents we were pregnant. Our wedding came, our wedding night came, our honeymoon period ended and a month later my period came. This was probably the 1st month I was truly heartbroken; I did everything right, I was eating right I was taking my vitamins, I was acting as if I was pregnant and not drinking after I figured out when my ovulation happened. At this time, I also quit my Home Care job and started working from home, thinking that maybe it would help my stress levels.
Winter of 2015 came, I went to see my Dr. about what was going on, I did not get any help, I was told to relax, I was young and to try longer, because we had taken a few months break and used caution, so I didn’t have a brand-new baby or look huge for the wedding. At, that point every month was hard, cramps were crippling me, my flow was very heavy, but I did not think too much off it because that’s how it was in high school and I had a male Dr. tell me I should just figure out how to live with it, so I lived with it.
2016, this was going to be my year I thought, I went in for my yearly appointment, I told the Dr. everything that was going on and he said something was not right and he sent me to see a specialist. That specialist looked at my ultrasound and sent me for an MRI which happened in the fall of 2016, that MRI confirmed I had a chocolate cyst or an endometrioma, I was then on a waiting list for surgery. I thought that I would get in for surgery with in the next 6 months. 6 months came, one trip to the ER because the pain was so bad, I could barely breathe, and my family Dr. referred me again to another Dr. because he was not happy. In early fall of 2017, I saw another Dr. who agreed I needed surgery now, but while I waited for that surgery to be booked the 1st specialist finally got to me and I had surgery that October.
The surgery was a success in my mind, they got the cyst even though I lost an ovary with it, I was finally diagnosed with Endometriosis, which is something I figured I had but the only true diagnosis is surgery. I recovered fast, and I think that had a lot to do with changes I had made to my eating habits (that is another story). I thought ok, at my follow up appointment I we would start on the fertility path but no, I was told you need to wait 6 months, he was positive we would be pregnant by May.
Here we are 3 ½ years into our journey and we have been told to wait, it will happen. I was not happy.
In my next blog I will continue with my journey.