It has been a little over a year since my last surgery. For the last decade, I have struggled with personal health problems. It seems like a never-ending battle of pokes and prods, tests and results, diagnosis and treatments, and ongoing symptoms.
October of 2011 brought, yet another, ache and pain. After going to my regular doctor, I was lead to believe (once again) that medication was the only solution to my problems. I was anything but satisfied with this answer and chose to ask around for some leads as to where else I could turn.
This time I took the not so subtle hint my body was giving me and transferred to a different physician to see if they could find anything the other millions of doctors hadn't. My doctor was very persistent and hopeful that she could help me. With one round of testing, I officially had "something" that might serve as an answer. In fact, by the beginning of January I was in an awful hospital gown counting down as the surgeon began to remove the mass they had found.
The surgery went smoothly, but my body had a difficult time waking up after the anesthesia. In fact, after making it home I was back in the doctor's office taking care of minor complications that couldn't have been predicted. I thank the good Lord that the issues unraveled the way they did as He continued to provide for me and take care of my body-even under the doctor's own mistakes and allow us the finances to pay off the measly $4300+ it cost us.
The last year I have lived hopeful that all was solved and I was going to finally live the life I had dreamt of.
Pain? What's that?
Nagging symptoms? Non-existent.
A new job, wrapping up my final studies to obtain my certification, trainings and new opportunities-the year was filled with blessings.
However, January 2013 brought another unexpected turn. The symptoms I thought were in the past were sneaking back into my life. In denial, I waited until March before finally going to the doctor. This time, the physician that was previously hopeful and wouldn't give up on me had decided there was nothing more she could do.
After speaking with those around me, I finally went to a well renowned specialist in the metro. The PA was amazing and spoke to both my husband and me about the hope that lies ahead. Shining light on that which could be positive, she immediately got me in for testing. Three trips for blood work and one diagnostic center later, I had some clarity. The tests had shown that my body wasn't producing what it should be and may need a little help to do so. On the other hand, there were two more masses where the one had been a year prior. They wanted to schedule surgery as soon as possible to take care of them and another procedure to help one of my organs work properly.
So, here I am. It is three days before my birthday...just a few weeks from our anniversary. A few weeks ago I was planning a trip of a lifetime with my sweet hubby and now I'm planning on putting a down payment on another surgery.
How much will it be this time? I can't help but ask as I watch our savings dwindle even more and the wish of being a mom slip farther away. It's frustrating to think that each time we seem to get one step ahead, we fall two more behind. A penny saved becomes a nickel spent. I often ask God why the journey to our baby girl is such a long one. When others around me spend nine months in preparation for their little one, we spend years. When they are sent a bill when they leave the hospital with their baby in their arms, we must have $30K up front. When others start piggy banks and set up savings accounts, we are breaking into ours and setting up payment plans.
Just as before, I am overwhelmed by the beauty of support God has graced us with:
Physicians to lead us and be used as instruments for God's healing power,
Friends and family to pray for us and lay their hands on our aching hearts,
A Lord that loves us unconditionally and doesn't mind the questioning when we don't understand, and the God of the universe that holds time in His hands and knows all the answers we long to know.
I know in the end, you are so worth it baby Bailey. The struggles and heart aches that we experience now will shape us for tomorrow. Amidst all the pain and frustrations, I am so very blessed with that which I do have-a roof over my head, a full belly, and a family full of love. Your daddy loves me so much and puts up with quite an awful lot of things from me. He listens to my vents and stands beside me to help push me along when I don't always want to do what needs to be done. He is there. Period. He never leaves when things get hard. He teaches me patience and doesn't mind the wait. It makes me realize that I am blessed with the time to wait.
Little one, you are so blessed to have the family I see standing beside me over the years. I cannot wait for you to meet them; but, until we can hold you in our arms we hold you in our hearts and prayers. You are so very loved, and even though your mommy is a little scared about these surgeries, I know it is the right thing to do to get me closer to you.
Monday, April 8, 2013
Friday, April 5, 2013
Day 669
Satan soon found a way to rear his ugly head in our hopes.
Come January, I began to get sick again and things went downhill. For months I went through the same cycle I knew too well. My heart broke as I knew there was nothing I could do on my own to fix me. I began to pray for God to lead me to the physicians that would provide clarity. Then, in March of this year, I was led to a specialist. They poked and prodded, drew blood and measured hormones, sent me to different facilities until they ultimately led me to this day.
April 5th I sat uncomfortable, alone, in a dark room as they examined the possibilities. I thought I was fine, but my body remembered the pain of my past as it shook in fear. It couldn't end fast enough as I was told to get dressed and they would come and get me and my husband momentarily. "I found something," he said.
Not one, but two places were back this time. Not to mention potential damage to one side that could result in removing the tube. "If you were to get pregnant right now, the baby wouldn't survive."
I remember walking out in a daze from that building. My family surrounded me, yet I felt so very alone. No one could understand at that very moment the hurt that overcame me-not even my husband. "We just need to make sure that you're taken care of," he said.
I felt helpless and angry. Emotions consumed me as I continued to mourn the loss of my dreams.
"Why, God? When all I have ever wanted was to be a wife...to be a mom?"
Come January, I began to get sick again and things went downhill. For months I went through the same cycle I knew too well. My heart broke as I knew there was nothing I could do on my own to fix me. I began to pray for God to lead me to the physicians that would provide clarity. Then, in March of this year, I was led to a specialist. They poked and prodded, drew blood and measured hormones, sent me to different facilities until they ultimately led me to this day.
April 5th I sat uncomfortable, alone, in a dark room as they examined the possibilities. I thought I was fine, but my body remembered the pain of my past as it shook in fear. It couldn't end fast enough as I was told to get dressed and they would come and get me and my husband momentarily. "I found something," he said.
Not one, but two places were back this time. Not to mention potential damage to one side that could result in removing the tube. "If you were to get pregnant right now, the baby wouldn't survive."
I remember walking out in a daze from that building. My family surrounded me, yet I felt so very alone. No one could understand at that very moment the hurt that overcame me-not even my husband. "We just need to make sure that you're taken care of," he said.
I felt helpless and angry. Emotions consumed me as I continued to mourn the loss of my dreams.
"Why, God? When all I have ever wanted was to be a wife...to be a mom?"
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Bye, bye love
After almost a decade of doing the selfless duty of caring for others, I had to say goodbye to my sweet, little car. Her silver paint was like a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day, and her sunroof-a breath of fresh air. She drove me safely from point A to point B every day. She never complained that she didn't get to pick where to go when we traveled, but always let me choose what I wanted to do that day. She provided a roof over my head and protected me from more storms than I could count. And, when I crossed the wrong person many years ago, she protected me from the pain and took the hit instead of me.
Yes, I have a lot of thank yous to say to my sweet Grand Am. She never caused even a scratch to harm me. She exposed herself to be vulnerable to others-curb after curb(after curb)-never complaining to give her more space when I got her a little too close to others. She never seemed embarrassed that I was with her, and always gave me a positive word when I turned on the radio. Her music comforted me and her seats provided a safe place to rest my head when working three jobs in college.
December 29, 2012 was a page turned that will change our friendship forever. As I turned the same key I had used, all those times before, something was different. Instead of doing what I wanted her to do, she finally put her foot down. At that very moment, I knew that things would never be the same. I could no longer count on her to be there for me when I needed a place to go. I could no longer ask for her help when the weather was too cold to bear. And above else, I could never feel the same safety I felt all those times before. No, my sweet Grandma Lydia was trying to say something that was too hard to swallow. She was trying to tell me 'goodbye'.
As my husband and I drove across town to look for a new car, I was overwhelmed with sadness. How could I possibly give this up? I don't have to pay for her love, she just gives it. But a new car? I must earn that trust all over again, one penny at a time.
I knew from the time I sat in her seats that she wasn't the same, and after speaking to her owner I decided it was too soon to give her up.
Driving home, we decided to take one last look. This time, at a dealership down the street from our house-one I passed weekly. There, from the moment I first saw her, I knew she was the one that was going to start a new chapter in our book. Seeing the price tag on her window was instantly an obstacle, but patiently waiting for a change of heart-her owner decided to take less. It was hard to walk away from the deal, knowing that she could have been the one, but I knew it was one more day with my sweet car and too much to pay for her loyalty.
Just then, as we pulled out of the parking place, something terrifying and wonderful happened. I knew her voice like my own, every squeak and squeal, but this time was different. This time-it was for good. She wouldn't start. She wouldn't move. We begged her to move, but she wouldn't. With tears in my eyes, I cried out, "Please, no. Not now". And, as if by a miracle she heard me.
She started slow but got us home. We took it as a sign to call them back. I knew it would be hard, but worth it in the end; and, I knew it was time for her to go.
December 31, 2012 I traded in my beautiful, silver car for someone else.
Meet my new car:
Yes, I have a lot of thank yous to say to my sweet Grand Am. She never caused even a scratch to harm me. She exposed herself to be vulnerable to others-curb after curb(after curb)-never complaining to give her more space when I got her a little too close to others. She never seemed embarrassed that I was with her, and always gave me a positive word when I turned on the radio. Her music comforted me and her seats provided a safe place to rest my head when working three jobs in college.
December 29, 2012 was a page turned that will change our friendship forever. As I turned the same key I had used, all those times before, something was different. Instead of doing what I wanted her to do, she finally put her foot down. At that very moment, I knew that things would never be the same. I could no longer count on her to be there for me when I needed a place to go. I could no longer ask for her help when the weather was too cold to bear. And above else, I could never feel the same safety I felt all those times before. No, my sweet Grandma Lydia was trying to say something that was too hard to swallow. She was trying to tell me 'goodbye'.
As my husband and I drove across town to look for a new car, I was overwhelmed with sadness. How could I possibly give this up? I don't have to pay for her love, she just gives it. But a new car? I must earn that trust all over again, one penny at a time.
I knew from the time I sat in her seats that she wasn't the same, and after speaking to her owner I decided it was too soon to give her up.
Driving home, we decided to take one last look. This time, at a dealership down the street from our house-one I passed weekly. There, from the moment I first saw her, I knew she was the one that was going to start a new chapter in our book. Seeing the price tag on her window was instantly an obstacle, but patiently waiting for a change of heart-her owner decided to take less. It was hard to walk away from the deal, knowing that she could have been the one, but I knew it was one more day with my sweet car and too much to pay for her loyalty.
Just then, as we pulled out of the parking place, something terrifying and wonderful happened. I knew her voice like my own, every squeak and squeal, but this time was different. This time-it was for good. She wouldn't start. She wouldn't move. We begged her to move, but she wouldn't. With tears in my eyes, I cried out, "Please, no. Not now". And, as if by a miracle she heard me.
She started slow but got us home. We took it as a sign to call them back. I knew it would be hard, but worth it in the end; and, I knew it was time for her to go.
December 31, 2012 I traded in my beautiful, silver car for someone else.
Meet my new car:
Pasta Fagiole' and a Sweet, sweet hubby!
There are two things in my life that I cannot seem to get enough of. No, no. Please don't feel unloved when I carelessly forget to mention the million and one other things that I love more than you could imagine. However, these two things somehow leave me craving more.
First, I love Olive Garden's pasta fagiole' soup. I know it sounds silly to put such a strong work like "love" next to something so materialistic; but, if you have ever tasted the yummy goodness that is pasta fagiole' you would agree with me that you must love it. Carrots, celery, pasta and beef- all in a delicious tomato-based soup. What's not to love? Therefore, when I get a chance to sit down in a place where I am considered family at their dinner table, I am overjoyed. Even more, when I get a chance to enjoy a bowl of this goodness with the man that I love more than my own life, I am in the perfect place.
Yesterday was another day at the office. The life of a Family Support Coordinator never slows down. In fact, it seems like time as I know it has managed to speed up since I've been working at F.E. Therefore, when another late night had come and gone, I was anxious to get home.
Just hours prior to leaving the office, I had spoken with the sweet man that took me as his wife. He had been given a very generous offer to enjoy Grandma's famous spaghetti with the family. Knowing how much I enjoy eating with this man, he graciously chose to pass up this opportunity and sacrifice his own stomach, for me. Not only did he delay gratification of filling up his empty belly, but he chose to drive across town to pick up my favorite meal-the soup.
As I walked into the kitchen, tossing my purse on a chair and greeting my husband with a much needed kiss, I spotted the evidence. A large, brown paper bag with words that were music to my growling belly..."Olive Garden". My arms squeezed his neck as I was immediately overcome with happiness. What a surprise? On a normal Tuesday like this?
The only thing sweeter than the rich bowl of soup that warmed my heart, was the man sitting beside me at a table where we are family. Joined with our three sweet fur babies at our feet, a prayer for our little girl to find her way to our home, and, for no occassion in particular other than selflessly wanting to make me happy, I know that I am blessed.
First, I love Olive Garden's pasta fagiole' soup. I know it sounds silly to put such a strong work like "love" next to something so materialistic; but, if you have ever tasted the yummy goodness that is pasta fagiole' you would agree with me that you must love it. Carrots, celery, pasta and beef- all in a delicious tomato-based soup. What's not to love? Therefore, when I get a chance to sit down in a place where I am considered family at their dinner table, I am overjoyed. Even more, when I get a chance to enjoy a bowl of this goodness with the man that I love more than my own life, I am in the perfect place.
Yesterday was another day at the office. The life of a Family Support Coordinator never slows down. In fact, it seems like time as I know it has managed to speed up since I've been working at F.E. Therefore, when another late night had come and gone, I was anxious to get home.
Just hours prior to leaving the office, I had spoken with the sweet man that took me as his wife. He had been given a very generous offer to enjoy Grandma's famous spaghetti with the family. Knowing how much I enjoy eating with this man, he graciously chose to pass up this opportunity and sacrifice his own stomach, for me. Not only did he delay gratification of filling up his empty belly, but he chose to drive across town to pick up my favorite meal-the soup.
As I walked into the kitchen, tossing my purse on a chair and greeting my husband with a much needed kiss, I spotted the evidence. A large, brown paper bag with words that were music to my growling belly..."Olive Garden". My arms squeezed his neck as I was immediately overcome with happiness. What a surprise? On a normal Tuesday like this?
The only thing sweeter than the rich bowl of soup that warmed my heart, was the man sitting beside me at a table where we are family. Joined with our three sweet fur babies at our feet, a prayer for our little girl to find her way to our home, and, for no occassion in particular other than selflessly wanting to make me happy, I know that I am blessed.
Monday, January 7, 2013
Hello World
It seems like just yesterday I was crossing that stage, turning my tassel, and tossing my cap as I wondered bright-eyed where I would be in the next five years. It's hard to believe how fast time flies.
Since then, I have managed to make mistakes and grow from there. And after one heartache too many, God allowed me to find the one person that I am blessed to call my husband. The person that sees me just the way I am, totally transparent, and loves me despite my flaws. The person that has watched me change over the years from a naive little girl, into this. Watched me change into me.
Every night when I lay in bed, I end my day with a goodnight kiss. And, as I wake up each day (after the never-ending routine of hitting the snooze button), I am reminded of all the many blessings that are right at my toes.
Your minute hand never stops, and this gently reminds me that when things are not as I hoped for, that this too shall pass. Your sunlight shines always, unfailing. These beams provide each morning with a ray of hope. Your food nourishes me and gives me strength for each new day. You give me water that quenches my thirst and purifies me, inside-and-out. Your floors have felt my endless steps, the momentum at which I move. Your walls have heard my soft whispers, and protected me during even the worst of storms.
Now, as I sit in awe of Your mercy, I cannot help but thankYou for the life You have given me. Going on the six months, I have had the honour of calling the heart of Oklahoma my new work home. The train bellows through directly outside my window. I can see the skyscrapers as I walk down the bustling streets, and I am officially a regular at a local Greek cafe' just down the street. I am fortunate to be able to call my co-workers friends, and I can finally relax being myself at work.
I meet with couple after couple (after couple) day in, and day out. Sitting in a small office room, I hear problems that make my life sound like that of a queen. I am so blessed to have grown up with the parents I can call momma and daddy. And, I am blessed to have a second set of parents that raised the very man I love more than anything. Even so, I am so excited to be where I am today. I have three beautiful fur babies that are officially trained (and able to roam the house at their will all day long). I have an amazing husband that understands how important his acts of service are in my life. Every day I seem to realize more and more how undeserving I am of the little things I have.
God is so good to provide, and He knew the desires of my heart before there was even a beat. I cannot imagine what my life would be without Him. Thus, this is the time in my life to start. When writing my story, I am going to start trusting Him to take the pen. I will allow Him to provide for our financial burdens and emotional struggles. He will come through. Therefore, I am going to stop worrying about tomorrow and focus on today...right now. I am going to start appreciating where I am. So, Hello World! It is nice to meet you!
Now, as I sit in awe of Your mercy, I cannot help but thankYou for the life You have given me. Going on the six months, I have had the honour of calling the heart of Oklahoma my new work home. The train bellows through directly outside my window. I can see the skyscrapers as I walk down the bustling streets, and I am officially a regular at a local Greek cafe' just down the street. I am fortunate to be able to call my co-workers friends, and I can finally relax being myself at work.
I meet with couple after couple (after couple) day in, and day out. Sitting in a small office room, I hear problems that make my life sound like that of a queen. I am so blessed to have grown up with the parents I can call momma and daddy. And, I am blessed to have a second set of parents that raised the very man I love more than anything. Even so, I am so excited to be where I am today. I have three beautiful fur babies that are officially trained (and able to roam the house at their will all day long). I have an amazing husband that understands how important his acts of service are in my life. Every day I seem to realize more and more how undeserving I am of the little things I have.
God is so good to provide, and He knew the desires of my heart before there was even a beat. I cannot imagine what my life would be without Him. Thus, this is the time in my life to start. When writing my story, I am going to start trusting Him to take the pen. I will allow Him to provide for our financial burdens and emotional struggles. He will come through. Therefore, I am going to stop worrying about tomorrow and focus on today...right now. I am going to start appreciating where I am. So, Hello World! It is nice to meet you!
Friday, January 4, 2013
Baby, It's Cold Outside
This Christmas we were blessed with a beautiful snowfall on Christmas Day while we were at my family's house. I am so, very grateful to work for an employer that cares enough about us to have let us off an entire week for Christmas! Nestled cozily at my parents', we were able to spend the night at their house until hubby left for work the next day. Over the past week, the weather has been bitter cold outside. With every video we watch, every blog post we read, and every experience we hear, our love for our future little girl grows more and more.
A couple of nights ago, I was laying in bed after a light snow was dusting our backyard. The air stung our fingers and noses as we stood outside earlier that evening. As I fell asleep in my husband's arms, all I could do was think about what our little girl might be going through in the few months of her life without us. That, was when it hit me.
Lord, please don't ever let my little girl feel that cold.
With the reality of children living, left abandoned on the streets of China, I cannot imagine my daughter being left outside...for even a minute...in that kind of cold. I pray that her old mommy and daddy will love her enough to provide-to provide a warm place for her to lay her head, and a full belly to nourish her. Oh God, please don't ever let her go hungry. I pray the nightmares I have never become a reality. In fact, I pray that she is spoiled with hugs and kisses in those first few months. I pray that she knows how to smile. Please Lord, bring her to me safely.
Sometimes I feel alone in this battle. I mean, I know people struggle with having their own children everyday; however, everyone grieves differently. And in reality, it is just that. This is a grieving process. I will experience things that are unique to me. Sitting in an office visit holding another baby at work, may trigger me in a completely different way than someone else that is walking in my shoes. I desire to feel my baby kick from the inside out when I hear about their pregnancies...just to know she is there with me. I pray I get to feel that way someday. To know that the nausea they complain about is a blessing in disguise rather than a stomach bug. But I know this is not the measure of how you are as a parent. Eating the right diet, avoiding the negative things while you are pregnant does not determine how you will parent this child. And I solemnly promise to love my little girl more than even her own mother, the one that birthed her, ever will.
So for my future daughter,
Please do not ever think that I love you any less because you didn't come from my belly. Always know you have been on my heart and I love you more than even you can imagine. I know I am not rescuing you from a life undeserved, but it is me that is so undeserving of being your mommy. God is so good and gracious to provide us with merciful gifts out of His unending love. You, little one, are one of God's greatest blessings in our lives. We love you so very much, and will never regret you. And, no matter what you experience before you come to my arms, I will do my very best to never let you feel that cold.
Mommy and Daddy
A couple of nights ago, I was laying in bed after a light snow was dusting our backyard. The air stung our fingers and noses as we stood outside earlier that evening. As I fell asleep in my husband's arms, all I could do was think about what our little girl might be going through in the few months of her life without us. That, was when it hit me.
Lord, please don't ever let my little girl feel that cold.
With the reality of children living, left abandoned on the streets of China, I cannot imagine my daughter being left outside...for even a minute...in that kind of cold. I pray that her old mommy and daddy will love her enough to provide-to provide a warm place for her to lay her head, and a full belly to nourish her. Oh God, please don't ever let her go hungry. I pray the nightmares I have never become a reality. In fact, I pray that she is spoiled with hugs and kisses in those first few months. I pray that she knows how to smile. Please Lord, bring her to me safely.
Sometimes I feel alone in this battle. I mean, I know people struggle with having their own children everyday; however, everyone grieves differently. And in reality, it is just that. This is a grieving process. I will experience things that are unique to me. Sitting in an office visit holding another baby at work, may trigger me in a completely different way than someone else that is walking in my shoes. I desire to feel my baby kick from the inside out when I hear about their pregnancies...just to know she is there with me. I pray I get to feel that way someday. To know that the nausea they complain about is a blessing in disguise rather than a stomach bug. But I know this is not the measure of how you are as a parent. Eating the right diet, avoiding the negative things while you are pregnant does not determine how you will parent this child. And I solemnly promise to love my little girl more than even her own mother, the one that birthed her, ever will.
So for my future daughter,
Please do not ever think that I love you any less because you didn't come from my belly. Always know you have been on my heart and I love you more than even you can imagine. I know I am not rescuing you from a life undeserved, but it is me that is so undeserving of being your mommy. God is so good and gracious to provide us with merciful gifts out of His unending love. You, little one, are one of God's greatest blessings in our lives. We love you so very much, and will never regret you. And, no matter what you experience before you come to my arms, I will do my very best to never let you feel that cold.
Mommy and Daddy
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Day 574
From the moment we said "I do", your daddy and I decided that we would start the journey to getting us to you. Thus, our wedding night became day one of a very long, painful road to have you in our arms. The first year was full of ups and downs. Every month we played the waiting game as we wondered if there would be two pink lines instead of one, a plus sign, anything to indicate you were there.
October of 2011 brought about many questions. After rushing to the doctor from excruciating pain, we didn't know what to think. The doctor wasn't much help as she quickly stopped searching for answers and judged us on the fact that we wanted you so soon. I went to get a second opinion as they began running tests to find answers. Over the screen appeared a small abnormality. Nothing to be too concerned over, but surgery was essential.
With the holidays around the corner and babies being born around us, we were forced to wait until January for me to undergo the procedure.
The surgery itself went smoothly. Aside from wooziness when waking up, I was able to go home that afternoon. All I seem to remember was sitting at my mom's dinner table (my hand on my head) looking into a bowl of my favorite Olive Garden soup for dinner. I slept off the pain, but awoke to something unexpected.
The anesthesia threw things off and I was forced to go back to the doctor when my body wasn't responding the way it should. It isn't untypical for a person's bladder to stop functioning after a medical surgery so the doctor wasn't alarmed at first. They decided to put a catheter in and sent me home to try to help things along.
From the moment I arrived back at home, I instantly felt off. There was a distinct "pins and needles" feeling which caused the panic to overwhelm me. I called my mom immediately as she stated the discomfort should subside and I should get some rest. Unfortunately, the pain worsened over time-so much that there was nothing I could do to make it better. I remember wanting to scream when my mom lifted me from the bed to take me back to the doctor. The tears wouldn't stop and my body shook uncontrollably. Once we arrived to the doctor, I began trying to walk while holding my stomach tight. It was hard to breathe and I couldn't seem to calm down.
As I rounded the corner from the elevator, I instantly discovered that the catheter was around my feet. At this point, my pride was hurting worse than I was. After discussing the issue with my sister-in-law, I soon learned that the placement of the catheter could have caused permanent damage with what I had just experienced. Knowing the damage that could have happened if the good Lord hadn't protected me, I was grateful that things turned out the way they did. And, things seemed to just get worse.
With the knowledge that the surgery was just around the corner, we made the decision to take out dual coverage on me at the beginning of that year. Paying over $200 additional a month to have a second insurance plan, we assumed we would be out little to nothing compared to the monstrous amount that was billed. Unfortunately, the bills kept coming and the insurance refused to pay. Over time, we were forced to settle at a total that was more than the original out of pocket amount on my primary insurance plan. Apparently, having a second insurance required both deductibles to be met before they would cover anything. By the time we learned all of this, we were eight months down the road-paying over $1600 for an insurance that didn't pay a dime.
Money always seems to be a factor. Just when we would get ahead, a car would break down, a plumbing issue would come up, or the dogs would get sick. I took a pay cut to leave a job to go somewhere I just knew would be my dream job.
We continued to pray diligently that God would bless us with a child of our own, and for about eleven months following my surgery, we thought it would be soon. We took everything a day at a time and sat down at every meal and prayed for God to watch over you.
Christmas of 2012 brought more questions as our dreams were once again delayed; however, it was in one beautiful moment on Christmas Eve that the Lord blessed us with clarity of where we were supposed to travel to get to you.
China.
Somewhere halfway across the world held the key to open our hearts as we realized God was calling us to adopt from China. We didn't know where to begin and slowly researched a little at a time to find out what needed to be done first.
Obstacles began arising from the very moment we pulled up the requirements online:
1)Both parents must be at least 30 years of age.
"What, we are years away from bringing our little girl home."
2)There is an estimated total of $30K.
"HOW MUCH? There is no way we can afford that."
3)Children must be a minimum of 10months prior to going into the referral process.
"But...we can't have children of our own and yet I'm supposed to give up the most important time of her life when she forms attachments and learns to love?"
Thus, I instantly grew a place in my heart for you. The way you would look, your personality, and your name were constantly on my mind. I couldn't wait to meet you, yet I knew that God would lead us to you in His perfect timing. I began thinking of nursery themes and how big you would be when you came home. I started to wonder if this was all part of God's plan. Now that we decided to bring you into our family, would we have a big brother or sister for you sooner?
October of 2011 brought about many questions. After rushing to the doctor from excruciating pain, we didn't know what to think. The doctor wasn't much help as she quickly stopped searching for answers and judged us on the fact that we wanted you so soon. I went to get a second opinion as they began running tests to find answers. Over the screen appeared a small abnormality. Nothing to be too concerned over, but surgery was essential.
With the holidays around the corner and babies being born around us, we were forced to wait until January for me to undergo the procedure.
The surgery itself went smoothly. Aside from wooziness when waking up, I was able to go home that afternoon. All I seem to remember was sitting at my mom's dinner table (my hand on my head) looking into a bowl of my favorite Olive Garden soup for dinner. I slept off the pain, but awoke to something unexpected.
The anesthesia threw things off and I was forced to go back to the doctor when my body wasn't responding the way it should. It isn't untypical for a person's bladder to stop functioning after a medical surgery so the doctor wasn't alarmed at first. They decided to put a catheter in and sent me home to try to help things along.
From the moment I arrived back at home, I instantly felt off. There was a distinct "pins and needles" feeling which caused the panic to overwhelm me. I called my mom immediately as she stated the discomfort should subside and I should get some rest. Unfortunately, the pain worsened over time-so much that there was nothing I could do to make it better. I remember wanting to scream when my mom lifted me from the bed to take me back to the doctor. The tears wouldn't stop and my body shook uncontrollably. Once we arrived to the doctor, I began trying to walk while holding my stomach tight. It was hard to breathe and I couldn't seem to calm down.
As I rounded the corner from the elevator, I instantly discovered that the catheter was around my feet. At this point, my pride was hurting worse than I was. After discussing the issue with my sister-in-law, I soon learned that the placement of the catheter could have caused permanent damage with what I had just experienced. Knowing the damage that could have happened if the good Lord hadn't protected me, I was grateful that things turned out the way they did. And, things seemed to just get worse.
With the knowledge that the surgery was just around the corner, we made the decision to take out dual coverage on me at the beginning of that year. Paying over $200 additional a month to have a second insurance plan, we assumed we would be out little to nothing compared to the monstrous amount that was billed. Unfortunately, the bills kept coming and the insurance refused to pay. Over time, we were forced to settle at a total that was more than the original out of pocket amount on my primary insurance plan. Apparently, having a second insurance required both deductibles to be met before they would cover anything. By the time we learned all of this, we were eight months down the road-paying over $1600 for an insurance that didn't pay a dime.
Money always seems to be a factor. Just when we would get ahead, a car would break down, a plumbing issue would come up, or the dogs would get sick. I took a pay cut to leave a job to go somewhere I just knew would be my dream job.
We continued to pray diligently that God would bless us with a child of our own, and for about eleven months following my surgery, we thought it would be soon. We took everything a day at a time and sat down at every meal and prayed for God to watch over you.
Christmas of 2012 brought more questions as our dreams were once again delayed; however, it was in one beautiful moment on Christmas Eve that the Lord blessed us with clarity of where we were supposed to travel to get to you.
China.
Somewhere halfway across the world held the key to open our hearts as we realized God was calling us to adopt from China. We didn't know where to begin and slowly researched a little at a time to find out what needed to be done first.
Obstacles began arising from the very moment we pulled up the requirements online:
1)Both parents must be at least 30 years of age.
"What, we are years away from bringing our little girl home."
2)There is an estimated total of $30K.
"HOW MUCH? There is no way we can afford that."
3)Children must be a minimum of 10months prior to going into the referral process.
"But...we can't have children of our own and yet I'm supposed to give up the most important time of her life when she forms attachments and learns to love?"
Thus, I instantly grew a place in my heart for you. The way you would look, your personality, and your name were constantly on my mind. I couldn't wait to meet you, yet I knew that God would lead us to you in His perfect timing. I began thinking of nursery themes and how big you would be when you came home. I started to wonder if this was all part of God's plan. Now that we decided to bring you into our family, would we have a big brother or sister for you sooner?
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