I had been telling my husband for a few years that I had wanted another baby. We had 2 boys already and I'd been wanting a little girl. He finally said okay and I stopped taking the pill April 2001. We were trying for a few months to get pregnant with no luck. I kept skipping periods so I kept thinking I was pregnant, but the tests were always negative.
I finally went to the doctor to see what was going on with me. They said I had PCOS (Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome). I had never heard of it. But I didn't ovulate regularly. They gave me clomid to help me ovulate and I was pregnant the next month June 2002. When I was 11 weeks, I had some spotting. I went to my Dr. They did an ultrasound and there was no heartbeat, the baby only made it to 9 1/2 weeks. It was the worst feeling in the world.
We tried again when the Dr. said it was okay. She gave me clomid again and once again I was pregnant the following month October 2002. This time I was 10 weeks and started spotting. Went to the Doctor and no heartbeat once again, this time the baby only made it to 9 weeks. I couldn't believe it. The Dr. had no answer for my husband and I. I had no problems conceiving my 2 boys. I didn't understand why this was happening to me. The Dr. did some tests on the baby to see if they could see what was wrong. The baby had Turner Syndrome. It was a baby girl.
One of my co-workers had tried to get pregnant for 10 years, found a fertility specialist and got pregnant with twins. So I tried him too. I went for a few months with no luck once again. I started going to him in March of 2003. Then he told me about a study they were starting with women with PCOS, that they would pay for everything and would actually pay me. I said okay, let my work know that I would have to drive out there about every other day, which was about a 45 minute drive. They were very understanding and knew how much I wanted a baby.
I started the study in October of 2003; in November they inseminated me with my husband’s sperm. I came back 2 weeks later in December and I was pregnant. I was happy and scared. I did not want to lose this baby too. This was either 3rd times the charm, or 3 strikes and I was done. It was time to say good-bye to my fertility specialist and go to an ob/gyn.
I passed my 12-week mark and the baby was okay. I was starting to feel good about this pregnancy. I had my ultrasound at 3 months and found out I was going to have my baby girl. Later in the pregnancy I did the sugar test and failed. I had Gestational Diabetes. This little girl was going to be some work to get. I had to watch my food and monitor my sugar levels and take insulin shots 3 times a day.
My doctor was afraid she was going to be too big, so they induced me 10 days early. In July 2004, I finally had my sweet baby girl, Natalie Rachel… 7lb 12 oz, 20 inches. My little Miracle was finally in my arms.