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Our Journey

2002 Uterine Fibroid Surgery #1

2003 1st consult with an RE, you know, just in case

2003 Got Married (at 37 (me) & 34 (DH) years old)

2003/2004 Naturally conceived pregnancies BFPs #1, #2, & #3 and miscarriages #1, #2, #3

2005 Uterine Fibroid Surgery #2

2005 IVF #1, BFN #1

2005 IUIs #1 and #2, just because, BFN #2 & #3

2005 FET from IVF #1, BFN #4

2006 Exploratory surgery to remove scar tissue from fibroid sugery #2

2006 IVF #2 (w PGD), BFP #4

2006 Emergency cerclage for IC @ 16w6d (5 months + 1 week of complete bed rest at home ensues)

2007 Our son is born @ 38w by scheduled c-section

2007 IVF #3 for baby #2, BFN #5

2007 IVF #4, BFP #5, miscarriage #4

2008 IVF #5, BFP #6, miscarriage #5

2008 IVF #6, BFP #7, miscarriage #6

2008 DE IVF #7, BFN #6

2009 DEFET #8, cancelled, embryos don't thaw

2010 Decide to adopt domestically

12.17.10 Profile is live with our agency

November 2011 Consult with RE re: donated embryo cycle

Early January 2012 Cleared to proceed with deFET

January 2012 Freeze our profile

1.20.12 deFET begins
2.12.12 eSET of one compacted morula
2.22.12 BFN

3.23.12 deFET #2 begins
4.14.12 transfer 3 embryos (1-8 cell, 1-5 cell, 1-4 cell)
4.22.12 + HPT
4.24.12 Beta #1 = 48.4
4.26.12 Beta #2 = 125.7
4.30.12 Beta #3 = 777.8
5.11.12 1st U/S - Singleton!
7.12.12 It's a Boy!
12.26.12 C-section: Baby G is born, 9#5oz, 20.5"

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August 9, 1977 (38 yrs ago)

This post continues to stand alone, as an on-going tribute not only to the accident that profoundly changed who I would become, but to my only brother, who I miss always and especially on this day.

August 9

Even though 38 years have passed, as soon as the calendar flips to August, I […]

I Cry…

…for that brave eleven yr old girl and how upside down her life was …for the loss of innocence, that little girl grew up over night …for the myriad ways she would always miss her brother …for the memories of that fateful day that she would relive over and over and over and over …for […]

TBT

Me, in my 2nd of two body casts, 1978. The cast came under my boobs and down to the toes of my left leg.

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Thirty-Seven Years. 8/9/1977

This post continues to stand alone, as an on-going tribute not only to the accident that profoundly changed who I would become, but to my only brother, who I miss always and especially on this day.

August 9

Even though 37 years have now passed, as soon as the calendar flips to August, […]

100,000 and a Break-Through

I noticed the number of page views was in the 90,000s not too long ago and, as of this morning, this blog, where I sometimes feel I share too much but know I need to, hit 100,110 views since its inception on January 17, 2010. It seems like something that should be celebrated, just knowing […]

Melancholy

Noun A deep, pensive, and long-lasting sadness. Adjective Sad, gloomy, or depressed. ~dictionary.com

It is very rare for me to feel this way, even on this day, yet it has washed over me. It is every single thing and no one thing. What was taken from me, my innocence and love of my brother, at […]

August 9, 1977

This post continues to stand alone, as an on-going tribute not only to the accident that profoundly changed who I would become, but to my only brother, who I miss always and especially on this day.

August 9

Even though 36 years have passed, as soon as the calendar flips to August, I […]

Happy Birthday…

…to my brother, on what would have been his 52nd birthday.  Never does this day pass without me thinking of him and offering a silent prayer for all that was taken away when he died.

T: I miss you and all that could have been had your life not been cut way too […]

August 9 Redux

I thought about writing a new post on this milestone, 35th anniversary of my brother’s death.  In rereading the post I did last year, it is so apropos of my feelings that I decided that it should stand alone, as an on-going tribute not only to the accident that profoundly changed who I […]

August 9

Even though 34 years have passed, as soon as the calendar flips to August, I am transported back to that day, the day that forever changed the trajectory of my life. It always coincides with the heat of August. It was so hot that day.

I have moved through the grief and the survivor’s guilt […]