One Year
One Year.
12 Months.
52 Weeks.
365 Days.
12 Months.
52 Weeks.
365 Days.
8,760 Hours.
525,600 Minutes.
315,360,000 Seconds.
And yet, for us, one year has meant a lifetime.
One year ago today, we were surprised to discover we were pregnant with Wren! We were still heartbroken after losing Mya and honestly we weren't sure if it would ever happen again. We certainly weren't expecting to get pregnant our first month trying after the miscarriage. We give so much credit (and thanks!) to Dr. Jarrett. He gave us the most perfect gift.
Two pink lines. Seems pretty simple, really. And thankfully for most people it is pretty simple.
But for us it wasn't.
Remembering back to that day, I have to admit it is pretty fuzzy. Last year, the 28th was on a Sunday. It was the day after I helped to throw a baby shower for Wendi. I remember not wanting to test Saturday morning because I didn't want the sadness of another failed test to put a damper on my excitement for Simon's arrival. So I waited until Sunday, just in case.
But it wasn't a negative test. We were what we call "cautiously optimistic." We were thrilled, but also nervous that we could lose this pregnancy, too. Betas doubled as they should have. Everything was looking good. And then our worst fears were realized when we had our first ultrasound and there was no heartbeat. (Remember--when you're a patient with a Reproductive Endocrinologist you get ultrasounds MUCH earlier than you do with OB/Gyns.) That was on a Thursday, so I remember we spent the weekend sad, yet hopeful, yet nervous...we were all over the place. I took Friday off and spent the weekend on the couch. I told everyone I was busy building a heartbeat!
Monday morning--the moment of truth! We tried to prepare ourselves for the worst, but the hope never left. And wouldn't you know it? Almost instantly, Dr. Jarrett got a big huge smile and let out a gigantic sigh of relief. Our baby had a heartbeat. We had a baby. A little slow poke.
And that's how Pokey came to be.
The rest, as you know, turned out pretty darn well.
And today, one year later, it's hard to believe we have had such good fortune. Wren is the most special gift. She is our very own little miracle. She's growing so fast, making us laugh. Telling us how it is. She's demanding and opinionated with just the right amount of sass. She's sweet and cuddly and we are loving every second of her.
One year, one very big gift. We can't wait to see what the next year has in store for our little family!
525,600 Minutes.
315,360,000 Seconds.
And yet, for us, one year has meant a lifetime.
One year ago today, we were surprised to discover we were pregnant with Wren! We were still heartbroken after losing Mya and honestly we weren't sure if it would ever happen again. We certainly weren't expecting to get pregnant our first month trying after the miscarriage. We give so much credit (and thanks!) to Dr. Jarrett. He gave us the most perfect gift.
Two pink lines. Seems pretty simple, really. And thankfully for most people it is pretty simple.
But for us it wasn't.
Remembering back to that day, I have to admit it is pretty fuzzy. Last year, the 28th was on a Sunday. It was the day after I helped to throw a baby shower for Wendi. I remember not wanting to test Saturday morning because I didn't want the sadness of another failed test to put a damper on my excitement for Simon's arrival. So I waited until Sunday, just in case.
But it wasn't a negative test. We were what we call "cautiously optimistic." We were thrilled, but also nervous that we could lose this pregnancy, too. Betas doubled as they should have. Everything was looking good. And then our worst fears were realized when we had our first ultrasound and there was no heartbeat. (Remember--when you're a patient with a Reproductive Endocrinologist you get ultrasounds MUCH earlier than you do with OB/Gyns.) That was on a Thursday, so I remember we spent the weekend sad, yet hopeful, yet nervous...we were all over the place. I took Friday off and spent the weekend on the couch. I told everyone I was busy building a heartbeat!
Monday morning--the moment of truth! We tried to prepare ourselves for the worst, but the hope never left. And wouldn't you know it? Almost instantly, Dr. Jarrett got a big huge smile and let out a gigantic sigh of relief. Our baby had a heartbeat. We had a baby. A little slow poke.
And that's how Pokey came to be.
The rest, as you know, turned out pretty darn well.
And today, one year later, it's hard to believe we have had such good fortune. Wren is the most special gift. She is our very own little miracle. She's growing so fast, making us laugh. Telling us how it is. She's demanding and opinionated with just the right amount of sass. She's sweet and cuddly and we are loving every second of her.
One year, one very big gift. We can't wait to see what the next year has in store for our little family!
Sorry for the crappy phone pic, but she's so sweet in the mornings and I never have the real camera.
