By: Jennie Won Kim |
"Our Little 'Miracle' :: Part One |
Part TwoAlternatives... We started to look into other options and weighed the
pros and cons. We discussed adoption and met with Holt International
and realized that this might be a good fit for us but, it was costly
and we had to consider the rest of the family's feelings and reaction.
If we were going to bring a child into our lives, I wanted to make sure
that the people we had to see all the time would be on board and would
love our child no matter where he or she came from. IVF was costly as
well, it would take a tremendous toll on my body, and isn't
guaranteed. Up until now, we hardly had any out of pocket expenses
(thanks to my husband's health benefits) and the two options left was
either to adopt or try IVF. What should we do??? Adoption and IVF
cost about the same. Adoption would guarantee us a child, but IVF
would not. Adoption would not give me the chance to experience a
pregnancy as IVF would. Adoption would not wreak havoc on my body with
more drugs like IVF would. Adoption wasn't something that the in laws
supported, but IVF was.
Decisions... I started the research
and realized that IVF's success rates were a lot lower than I had
thought. I also didn't realize that the adoption process could
possibly be a very long wait. After much prayer, discussion, and
figuring cost. We decided to give IVF a shot. We didn't want to look
back and wonder "what if" without giving it a try. We had tried
everything else, so why not! We would do IVF and if it didn't work,
then adoption would still be there. We went to a new clinic that
others had referred us to during the fall of 2008. The paper work, the
list of drugs, the cost, the contracts, the list of tests seemed
endless. What did we get ourselves into? We were starting to feel a
little overwhelmed.
Wow! We were really doing this. I was
nervous. I wanted everything to go perfectly. The drugs had to be
administered at just the right time everyday. There were a lot more
drugs and needles and a lot more places that I had to be injected.
More poking and more prodding. The time finally came for my eggs to be
harvested, yup, they had to go in and take out my eggs. I didn't
realize that this would be a procedure done under anesthesia, it was
like surgery. You go in early, they prep you and wheel you into the
"operating room" and I was immediately knocked out. (That was really
weird, if only I could fall asleep like that every night!) When I woke
up, I was back in the recovery room with my husband sitting by my bed.
I felt like I was hit by a train. My abdomen felt raw and I was so
groggy. I can't remember the names of all the meds they put in my IV,
but I do remember feeling nauseated and wanting to sleep the entire
rest of the day. The good news was that they were able to take out 12
eggs. Wow, 12!
The number of eggs they find vary, some women can have
as little as 1 or as many as over 20. They don't know how many they'll
find until they go inside and I was told that 12 was a good number!
After a few hours, we were allowed to leave and would have to return in
a few days for my embryos to be put back inside. We had to wait for
the phone call and make sure that we had embryos that would multiply at
the correct rate by the third day, if not, we would have to wait 5
days. They called us in on the third day and told us 8 embryos made
it. Obviously we wouldn't use all 8, they chose the best 3 and
recommended that we go with those 3. The doctor has to warn you about
ALL the possibilities. Here's a short list of what
could happen:
1. All three embryos could implant and we might have triplets.
2. Two or one of the embryos could implant which would give us twins or a singleton.
3. One of more of the embryos could split and we might have multiples.
4. None of the embryos would implant.
After
much discussion, my husband and I decided to transfer 2 embryos. We
asked for only 2 because we were scared of the other possibilities.
They also encourage you to selectively reduce if you have 3 or more
embryos that may implant. Selective reduction was out of the question
so, 2 sounded like an ideal number. We were praying for both of these
babies and if God decided to give us twins, we were sure he would
provide us strength and wisdom along with it. Either way, we prayed
for a pregnancy.
They chose the best two embryos and transferred
them on New Year's Day of 2009. What a great way to start the year! I
was in pain from the procedure, but we were definitely hopeful and went
home and were very cautious. I should mention that during the transfer
process, they make you drink a ton of water so they can use the
ultrasound. Those of you who had this done when you were pregnant at
20 weeks will remember how uncomfortable this is, but try having a
speculum inside you along with the catheter to transfer the embryos.
It was pretty painful, I thought I was going to wet the table. After
this, instead of being able to go to the restroom to let out all of
that fluid, you have to wait on the table and relax for at least 30
minutes. Can you imagine trying to relax while holding the gallon of
water you consumed? Thankfully I made it to the restroom without an
accident.
They told me to stay in bed for 3 days and not to
lift anything over 5 pounds for 6 weeks. I had to go back in a couple
weeks for a blood test and a second blood test a few days after that to
measure my hCG levels. They would then call us to let us know if we
were pregnant. I was
very careful. Every step, every move I
made was done very gingerly and my husband made sure that I didn't have
to lift a finger (this I could get used to). The day you have your
embryos transferred, you also start your progesterone shots to help
maintain the pregnancy. These shots continue until your eighth week.
Here I thought that all the needles would be over with, only to have
this thick oil injected into your rear. I didn't know what was worse,
the big fat needle or the oil that would clump up on your rear and
cause pain while walking, sitting, laying, no matter what you did, the
constant nagging pain wouldn't go away. After a couple of weeks I was
nearly in tears and called my nurse to see if there was any other
alternative, there was no way I could go back to work with this kind of
pain. She recommended a more costly suppository. Great, now I had to
place something inside twice a day. It was pretty messy and icky, but
thankfully no pain involved.
Since we only used 2 of our
embryos, the rest of the 6 were left with the clinic and they had to
wait and see which of them would make it to day 8. We had the transfer
done on day 3 so, 5 days later they called us and told us only 1 had
made it to the blast stage. So from 12 eggs we were down to the two
that were implanted and the one that was frozen for possible future
implantation. I was quite surprised that there were so few left, I
wondered what happens to those women who only retrieve a small number
of eggs. Do those women have to start all over again? I felt for
those couples who had to do this over and over again. One thing was
certain, my husband and I decided that if this didn't work, we wouldn't
be able to do it again. The hormones, the pain involved with all the
procedures and shots were too much.
During this process I did my share
of complaining, I would vent and say how unfair this all was. So many
get pregnant, they even have unwanted pregnancies and I knew that my
husband and I would be great parents. For us to not be allowed to
experience this gift that so many take for granted really made me mad.
Never mind the fact that as a teacher I saw a lot of neglected children
come through my classroom. Why God??? How come they get to have
children that they can't seem to take care of and we who so desperately
want a child cannot have one? When you're on all these hormones, your
emotions are heightened and I would get emotional even at the sight of
a baby. We continued to pray,
please let this work!
A
couple weeks had gone by and the first blood test was drawn. A few
days later, the second blood test was done. I just needed to wait
patiently for the phone call. This waiting felt like an eternity.
Oddly, it was worse since I was still on vacation, school would have
been the perfect distraction. Finally, the call came... our appointed
nurse was on the other end and said, "Congratulations, looks like
you're pregnant!" We were so thankful that it had worked, especially
since it was our first time doing IVF, so many couples are not this
fortunate. Now my mind was racing with constant worrisome thoughts
again. "What if I miscarry again?" This question kept haunting me. I
still had to wait a couple of weeks before I could go in for the
ultrasound. Being on vacation the entire month of
January was a
blessing (in case you're wondering why I'm on vacation in January, I
work at a year round school) which allowed me to focus on staying off
my feet. The day finally came for us to go and have our ultrasound.
We were both nervous and excited! We got to see our little peanut
(literally, our baby looked like a peanut in a round pod). I thought I
would become emotional, but to my surprise, I think I was a little
dumbfounded. A part of me was cautious, not wanting to get too excited
and another part was in disbelief. Really? Am I really pregnant? I
didn't feel any different, nor did I look different. The fact didn't
quite settle in. This time, instead of telling everyone that we were
pregnant, we waited quietly. We told our immediate family, but aside
from that, I didn't even mention to my friends that we had even done
IVF. At the end of our first trimester, I finally told our friends and
was able to breathe that sigh of relief. We had made it through that
first trimester hurdle. We were going to have this baby!!!
Overall
the pregnancy was a pretty good one. I don't have anything else to
compare it to, but I wasn't really sick or in pain, I guess is went
well. Throughout the pregnancy I figured that since all was going well
that our baby's arrival would be just as smooth. I didn't really read
too much about all the "what ifs" that could happen during labor so, I
wasn't prepared about what options I had. I guess I figured that since
it was so hard to conceive, the labor and delivery would go pretty
well. Watching my sister in laws (both of them) made me think that
labor was no big deal, they delivered their babies without difficulty
and I foolishly thought the same. Even my sister in law who had a
cesarean, did so without any issues and she did great, she didn't even
require any pain medication at all! So all I really knew about labor
and delivery was that your water should break, you go in and either
baby comes out after pushing for a little while or they will cut you
open and take out the baby. Women all over the world for years and
years have been giving birth, it can't be too hard. Pretty basic and
simple stuff, right?
On September 22, 2009, we were blessed
with the arrival of Connor Alexander Kim. He did not want to leave his
cozy home of 40 weeks and was forced to be evicted, but he did finally
arrive with some complications. I was in labor for about 45 hours, it
started the night before I was scheduled to be induced. I was already
approaching my due date and feeling pretty uncomfortable and not being
able to sleep so I asked my OB to induce me on his due date if he
didn't arrive on his own. Well, he still wasn't showing signs of
coming. Sunday night, my mom had flown up and we were ready to go to
the hospital at 6am Monday morning.
As I was getting ready for bed,
around 10pm, I started to feel a lot of pressure and pain. I thought
it was from being on my feet all day and figured that I was going in
the next morning so everything should be fine. I tried to sleep, no
luck, sleep was not my friend that night. All night I tossed and
turned wondering why I was in pain. I expected contractions to feel
like something entirely different and didn't even suspect that I was
having contractions. Around 4am, I started to get ready and was in a
LOT of pain. We got to the hospital and they looked at me and asked,
"Are you in labor?" It just dawned on me that I was in labor, I
nodded. We were finally in the delivery room, I was hooked up and the
nurse told me that my contractions were 3-4 minutes apart. As I lay in
the bed, I felt really wet. I told the nurse that I think something is
happening because I feel wet. She looked and said, oh, your water
broke and the baby pooped. Oh great, now I was worried. That can't be
good if baby had already pooped in the amniotic fluid.
So here we were
waiting for me to dilate because the contractions were getting
stronger. No such luck, I was not dilating. They started the epidural
and eventually started the pitocin since I was still at 2cm after
several hours. I eventually made it to 10cm and pushed like I had
never pushed in my entire life for about 5 1/2 hours. Baby was sunny
side up and apparently stuck at my pelvic bone. The nurse I had was
not sympathetic at all and just said, "All first time moms are supposed
to push for this long!" Oh and for some reason, the nurse at the prior
shift turned off my epidural and left the pitocin on, so my
contractions were 5-7 minutes long with a minute in between for me to
catch my breath. Somewhere in the midst of pushing, I begged for a
cesarean, Connor wasn't coming out. The doctor attempted the vacuum
after telling me that baby was so close and she was sure he would make
it out if we tried it. The machines started beeping and everyone
started to move really fast, they said Connor's heart rate was
dropping. So all that work and doing the vacuum only to have an
emergency cesarean.
As I lay waiting while my body started to shake
uncontrollably, I turned to my husband and said, "Just as hard as it
was to create Connor, it's just as hard to bring him into the world."
I realized then that he is truly a special baby. He is destined for
great things, his creation and arrival was met with so many obstacles.
Even after his birth, he was taken to the care unit because he had
trouble breathing. I wasn't able to see my son for nearly 20 hours.
Thankfully for morphine, I didn't realize what Connor was going
through, if I was aware, I think I would have been an emotional mess.
After a week of being in the hospital, we were all given the clear to
be discharged! Yeah! Everything turned out okay!
I am so
thankful and blessed that God has allowed me to be Connor's mommy.
Despite the long journey to get to this point, Connor could not have
come into our lives at a better time. With the years of longing and
waiting, it has given us a better appreciation for every little thing
that Connor does. I love being able to enjoy this precious life that I
get to watch grow before me everyday. I can just stare and watch
Connor for hours and am so full of love. There used to be couples who
would say to us, "Oh, just be thankful that you don't have kids, you'll
never have your
own life again." I really hated it when people
would say that to us, now, I just feel sad for them. How can you live
life any other way? Everything I had hoped and dreamed about
motherhood, it's actually so much better than I could have ever
imagined it to be.
Connor is an amazing little guy and we
hope to give him a sibling, actually a couple of siblings. We don't
know if it's possible, but we will continue to pray and hope that God
will allow our little family to grow. Maybe his brother or sister
that's waiting for us at the clinic will be able to come home with us
one day!
Thank you Connor for allowing me the opportunity to be your mommy and for giving me the most amazing gift of you! I love you more than words can ever express and my heart is flooded with joy each time I look at your beautiful face!
By: Jennie Won Kim |
"Our Little 'Miracle' :: Part One |
Part TwoThank you Jennie for sharing your miraculous story! We can't wait to hear more on how Connor is growing and maybe even a brother or sister? Readers... Stay tuned! Leave a comment for Jennie here. She'd love to hear from you!