Our Journey.....

January 2001, it was a cold, blistery, icy day in Oklahoma City, the day my future husband asked me to be his girl!!! March 31, 2006 was our wedding day.. We had decided that since we'd already been together for 5 years that we would immediately start trying for a baby. So in April that's what we did.. It took us 3 months and in July we were looking at a positive pregnancy test.. It was the 5th of July.. I remember thinking the 4th that I had to of been pregnant, as the beer just tasted horrible and I was wanting to sleep.. That pregnancy was not the easiest.. We started bleeding from the beginning, it was diagnosed a subchorionic hemorrhage.. It was a huge blood clot between the uterus and placenta.. Well fast forward to 12 weeks after getting off bed rest and having no more bleeding.. We had an ultrasound to find that our precious baby had passed on 3 weeks before.. I had what they called a missed abortion (you won't see me use this term as I HATE it..) So I had to schedule a d n c for the next day.. That morning around 4 am I woke up to severe pains and bleeding only to find out that my body had finally realized that it was miscarrying, so we got bumped up a few hours to do the d n c.. Our dr. sent the 'remains' off to the lab for genetic testing and he called a few weeks later to tell me that our baby was a healthy baby boy.. We named him Xavier Ahren. He was 9 weeks 5 days and our d n c was on 9/19/06.. We were told we could try after our first cycle, so we did, we got pregnant 4 months later, we were excited, yet nervous.. There was no bleeding and our number's were progressing well. Well at 5 weeks we had an u/s.. Nothing but a sac. We were told to come back 2 weeks later, at 7 weeks we went back and still there was only a sac, but a second sac was visible now too..The dr. thought he had seen a second sac at 5 weeks but we didn't think nothing of it.. We were told to come back in a week.. We went back at 8 weeks 3 days, still only a sac, that was starting to shrink, and the second sac completely gone.. We were diagnosed with a blighted ovum and decided to do a d n c right then instead of waiting.. We were devastated, again....We call this baby (well what should have been a baby) February, we needed closure.. well I needed closure) 4 months later, June 27, 2007 could it be? Yes it is, a big fat positive, I couldn't believe it, whoo-hoo we were pregnant again.. I was nervous as all get out, could barely stand myself I was so nervous. We had slight spotting at 5 weeks and went to the ER, only to be told we had a slight subchorionic hemorrhage, you can about guess my nerves shot straight through the roof, great here we go again.... I prepared myself to lose this baby too, but wait, it's 12 weeks and we're still pregnant, and there's a heartbeat?!?! Wow, 19 weeks and it's a BOY?!?! Is this for real? Is this really happening? We're going to be parents for real this time? Little did we know what God had in store for us....... January 21, 2008, Martin Luther King day, Monday, and the beginning of our 33rd week.. Everything started out great, Our little boy had woke me up at 5 am having a little kick-boxing tournament, this was the VERY FIRST time this had ever happened. I went about my morning, got on the computer, was fixing to start chatting with some girlfriends of mine, when I got the most oddest, most painful cramp I've ever gotten.. In all honesty I thought I had to go to the bathroom.. So I finished typing out what I had to say, and headed to the bathroom, the only thing was the pain was overwhelming, I was literally on my tip-toes.. (if I knew then what I know now, I would have just started pushing right then.... :( ) I sat down and hear a pop, gush....My first thought was Oh shit, my water just broke, I'm only 33 weeks, and we still have 7 weeks to go, ok, we can deal with NICU.. But then I look down.. The image I seen will forever haunt me, blood, and lots of it, I've never in all of my life seen so much blood as I did this day.. From here everything went down hill and FAST!! I stood up, grabbed some tissue and put it between my legs and ran to the living room, grabbed the phone, and called my husband, I was so scared, and deep inside, I knew he was gone...But I get a hold of him.. We talk he leaves work.. Well not thinking of the holiday it was I called my dr's office, no answer, I'm starting to feel faint and light headed, so I lay down on the floor, I called the ER and told them what was going on, all they could say is "why are you calling the er?" I just hung up.. Aaron called and was on the phone with 911 when he walked in the house.. He helped me to the living room couch where I laid down and was in so much pain, more pain than I ever imagined possible.. The paramedics showed up. finally.. Well apparently I got the pick of the day, 2 of the most ignorant, most hateful, degrading, pieces of crap people to come help us.. One was a rookie, and the other was a jerk.. The jerk asked me if I was pregnant? Duh, I'm 8 months freaking pregnant!! I'm huge!! He then says "Are you bleeding?" My reply was yes, his was well you miscarried......WHAT?!?! You're seriously going to tell a freaking 8 month pregnant woman that she just miscarried.. I already hated the idiot.. He then asks me if I can get up on my own and move to the gurney, sure I say, and as I do I throw up, he then thrust this bag in my face and say's "throw up in here not in my bus, I just cleaned it" they then proceed to wheel me out of my house, with no blanket on, just panties and a t-shirt.. I asked for my own blanket. Then they wheel me over the stepping stones instead of picking me up and carrying me, this hurt like you wouldn't believe the pain is still very vivid in my mind.. We'd already told them 2 times they've asked what hospital we were going to, twice, Women's and children's.. they get me in the ambulance, and pull out.. They didn't give me oxygen or anything except an iv. of saline.. I keep feeling the need to pass out, and gushes of blood coming out of me.. I told him that I felt like I was going to pass out, and he said there was nothing he could do, I was already laying down. So about this time I look out the window wondering why it's taking so long to get to my hospital, the idiots took me to the wrong hospital... . I keep feeling the need to close my eyes...just go to sleep.. Well they FINALLY get me to Women's and Children's, and upstairs to Labor and Delivery, where I coded, on the spot.. I remember the nurse checking me, and her saying that I was dialated 2 cm, and trying to find Tristan's heartbeat, it wasn't there.. I remember looking to Aaron and saying he's gone honey, my baby's gone, and Aaron, and the nurse both saying no he's probably hiding.. then I vaguely remember hearing Aaron say her eyes are rolling and the nurse saying Oh shit (as she hits the wall) and saying I need help in here.. (Later found out she called a code blue on me).. The next memories are in and out, and still comes back in flashes.. I remember waking in this room, very cold, and 2 people above my head, one woman on man, and I hear them saying we need to intibuate and start cpr, where is everyone at? I remember my dr. Dr. H standing next to me saying "Hi Shannon, it's me Dr. H and there's no fetal heart activity we need to operate immediately to find out where the bleed is before we lose you.. Then I felt him cut me, and everything went black.. The next thing I remember is waking up in the recovery room, looking up and seeing Aaron's face, and knowing that something was VERY wrong.. Then our social worker, Ms. Mary asked me if I would like to hold our son.....This was the first time I seen my little boy, he was gone, lifeless, but the most amazing creature I've ever seen, the most beautiful little boy.. Beings that I had a c section I had to stay in the hospital for a few days.. We were released, on Jan. 24, 2008 and it was hard leaving that hospital with only plants and a memory box full of Tristan's belongings, yet leaving him there.. This blog is full of the last 2 years and the years of battling infertility, and our journey to parent hood, if it's meant to be..
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Wednesday, December 31, 2008

A NEW YEAR! A NEW BEGINNING!

First let me say this has been one hell of a year, this time last year I was so excited, only 4 more days til Tristan's first pictures... I can't believe I'm already here at this point in our journey with out our son.
A year in review
2008
Jan. 1-Happy New Year, 30 weeks pg
Jan. 21-Happy Birthday Tristan, you were born sleeping today...
March. 31-our 2nd wedding anniversary
April 10- Aaron quit smoking
April 11- I quit smoking
April 19- my brother attempted suicide
April 20-I turned 30
April 27- my favorite cat Frodo died
June 16-my mother and father's marriage ends
Sept 1-Hurricane Gustav
Sept 22-30 my mom moved to her own place
Oct 9-15 vacation to Oklahoma
Nov. 4- a moment in history has been made, our first black president Obama is elected.
Nov. 25 our pet parakeet Beowulf passed away after living a happy and fun 8 years
Dec. 31-11:59 it's here the end of a year that was yet so hard, and so sad, I pray that 2009 brings us health and happiness, and most of all I pray that God blesses us with a baby this year.......10... 9.... 8... 7... 6 ...5 ....4... 3... 2... 1...
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!

A NEW YEAR! A NEW BEGINNING!

First let me say this has been one hell of a year, this time last year I was so excited, only 4 more days til Tristan's first pictures... I can't believe I'm already here at this point in our journey with out our son.
A year in review
2008
Jan. 1-Happy New Year, 30 weeks pg
Jan. 21-Happy Birthday Tristan, you were born sleeping today...
March. 31-our 2nd wedding anniversary
April 10- Aaron quit smoking
April 11- I quit smoking
April 19- my brother attempted suicide
April 20-I turned 30
April 27- my favorite cat Frodo died
June 16-my mother and father's marriage ends
Sept 1-Hurricane Gustav
Sept 22-30 my mom moved to her own place
Oct 9-15 vacation to Oklahoma
Nov. 4- a moment in history has been made, our first black president Obama is elected.
Nov. 25 our pet parakeet Beowulf passed away after living a happy and fun 8 years
Dec. 31-11:59 it's here the end of a year that was yet so hard, and so sad, I pray that 2009 brings us health and happiness, and most of all I pray that God blesses us with a baby this year.......10... 9.... 8... 7... 6 ...5 ....4... 3... 2... 1...
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Missing you, loving you, and mourning you..for 350 days.....and forever more..




Tristan, my little guy, my monkey, my dragonfly, my son.. Your daddy and I miss you so much, I feel like we're mourning so much like we were in those first few days, and weeks.. It really feels like that band-aid has been ripped right off of mommy's heart and it's bleeding for you so badly it hurts, I mean it physically hurts.. This year has been so hard sweet heart, I guess with things that have gone on this year I can be great-ful you didn't have to live through most of it, although the very selfish part of me wishes you were here. Your angel friend Macayla's birthday is Thursday, and I can't get her or you off my mind.. And today I hope that you helped that new little angel find their way and that you are playing with that precious soul now.. Son I don't know why you had to go, that has not been revealed to us, although at times I'd like to think I know the reason's why, but then I find myself blaming myself all over again.. I hope that you know I miss you everyday, I love you so much, and would give anything to feel you in my arms this Christmas season. To watch you oohing and awwing over the Christmas lights, you chasing the kitties around, cause I'm sure you'd be close to walking but I'm really sure you'd be superman with your crawling, or better yet a mini little speedracer!!

I can tell that Daddy is really missing you too, he looks so heartbroken and I know that you're with him every day, send him lots of extra loving sweetie!! I've got you all set up by Santa I hope you like it there.. I had visions last year of us pushing Santa's hand over and over again telling the Christmas story, My God Tristan I miss you so very much!! We've gotten a few ornaments for you too, Mommy's friend Kristin sent us one, (the silver one) and Mommy's other friend Jess sent us the other one(clam with a pearl in it), they are both in memory of you.. You have so many people sweetie that love you, and that you have touched. You are a beautiful boy, and you will always be that 4lb baby boy I held in my arms, 350 days ago.

Missing you, loving you, and mourning you..for 350 days.....and forever more..




Tristan, my little guy, my monkey, my dragonfly, my son.. Your daddy and I miss you so much, I feel like we're mourning so much like we were in those first few days, and weeks.. It really feels like that band-aid has been ripped right off of mommy's heart and it's bleeding for you so badly it hurts, I mean it physically hurts.. This year has been so hard sweet heart, I guess with things that have gone on this year I can be great-ful you didn't have to live through most of it, although the very selfish part of me wishes you were here. Your angel friend Macayla's birthday is Thursday, and I can't get her or you off my mind.. And today I hope that you helped that new little angel find their way and that you are playing with that precious soul now.. Son I don't know why you had to go, that has not been revealed to us, although at times I'd like to think I know the reason's why, but then I find myself blaming myself all over again.. I hope that you know I miss you everyday, I love you so much, and would give anything to feel you in my arms this Christmas season. To watch you oohing and awwing over the Christmas lights, you chasing the kitties around, cause I'm sure you'd be close to walking but I'm really sure you'd be superman with your crawling, or better yet a mini little speedracer!!

I can tell that Daddy is really missing you too, he looks so heartbroken and I know that you're with him every day, send him lots of extra loving sweetie!! I've got you all set up by Santa I hope you like it there.. I had visions last year of us pushing Santa's hand over and over again telling the Christmas story, My God Tristan I miss you so very much!! We've gotten a few ornaments for you too, Mommy's friend Kristin sent us one, (the silver one) and Mommy's other friend Jess sent us the other one(clam with a pearl in it), they are both in memory of you.. You have so many people sweetie that love you, and that you have touched. You are a beautiful boy, and you will always be that 4lb baby boy I held in my arms, 350 days ago.
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Rest in Peace Mommy

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