Well after throwing a complete fit last night after someone stole a package from my doorstep, I figured it's best I start writing. It wasn't about the package, it was about everything else....I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me introduce myself. I was going to keep this totally confidential, but anyone who knows me would need about 2 seconds to figure out that this is my blog. So I am deutschefairy ;), a 30 year old woman, married to the football coach of her dreams, on a quest to become a mother.
A little background on why I chose the name. A lot of this blog will revolve around that so I need to explain. I have a strong love for football, sometimes I think just because I need to, but I do enjoy it....My husband coaches high school football so for about 7-8 months out of the year, we eat, sleep, breathe football! But mostly, I chose the name to symbolize me.
When I was born, I was diagnosed with a congenital heart defect known as Tetralogy of Fallot. TOF involves four heart defects: a large ventricular septal defect (VSD), pulmonary stenosis, right ventricular hypertrophy, and an overriding aorta. Woah right? So to keep it short, I had a shunt put in when I was 4 to pro-long needing the total repair (and a lovely scar from my back to my side) and then had the repair when I was 8 (and another lovely scar from the top of my chest to above my belly button).
Jump ahead to 2006 when I started dating one of my best friends. We were married in 2009 and started trying to conceive (TTC) right after. We literally threw the birth control out on our honeymoon. We had been trying for 9 months before I went to my OB with concerns. I won't get into any of that because that doc was a moron.
Two months later, my husband and I received the biggest shock. I went to my cardiologist check up and found out my pulmonary valve was leaking much more than it should be and my RVH had gotten worse. The right side of my heart had grown 3 times in size in 3 years. I needed to have pulmonary valve replacement soon and before we continued TTC or my child would not survive in the womb, and chances that I would survive pregnancy were not high. Talk about a shocker! Eight days after our first wedding anniversary, I had the surgery and became the owner of a brand new beautiful scar :)
While the pain of surgery was horrible and the recovery was a long, painful road, the emotional and mental let down of not being able to TTC was the hardest part. Having to take the 6 months off from trying was the most painful thing I've had to experience. All I have wanted since I met my husband was to become a mother. I was able to get through it with the help of my husband, my awesome family, a few close friends, and a board full of "strangers" (some of my closest friends).
So now here we are, almost 10 months after surgery, almost 21 months since we started to TTC, and on our 16th cycle of actually being able to try. We are still not pregnant.
On 12/29/10, we met with a specialist (an RE). We are finally on our way to becoming parents. 2010 may have been the worst year of our lives, but 2011 WILL be the best. We will become pregnant this year. I have faith in our doctor and I believe it will happen. I start with my HSG next week and I will enjoy the ride...
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