June 03, 2009
Me and my husband have been together for a very long while.. At the age of 18 yes I know very young and imature of me to start trying that young.. Well after a while of not being able to conceive i knew there was something wrong. I consulted a dr about my issue and he advised me I was young to be trying but he said I made it a good point to check what was wrong. AFter that it went all down hill for us, well for ME the most cause of everything I was having to go threw..
I was diagnosed with possible PCOS since I had irregular periods. Not what I wanted to hear right!! Well after switching around Dr's and going around in circles trying to figure out what I can do I finally found a really good dr who said that he would run the test needed to see what was going on. I was already 19 going on 20 already. I had an ultrasound, an HSG test done, my levels were checked. After all that process I was recommended to see an RE. At this point me and my husband had agreed that we were ready to have a baby, he is a bit older than me and I was just ready to settle down and build a family with him.
We met with an RE. He was a really nice guy. He tried working with us with the clomid and he monitored me and we did our first IUI. With the results of a BFN. I was so unhappy and then finally I decided that I didn't want to play around with the IUIs and wasting money to do that we went straight for the big guns. We went to IVF. I was pregnant the first try. We were as happy as can be.
I had a heck of a ride during the whole pregnancy. I was happy but at the same time scared from all the hospital visits and threaten miscarriages. And to make matters worst the sac my daughter was in was leaking so I was given the option to abort the pregnancy at 3 1/2 months. But I wasn't about to do that because I wanted to give them the chance of surviving... And I let nature takes it coarse.
I delievered at 6 months and 2 weeks. My daughter passed away 2 hours after she was born, and my son hung on for a week but then his intestines ruptured and we were left with the worst decesion ever and he had brain bleeding and my son passed away a week after...
Its been 5 months June 4th since they were born. I miss them each and every day. I am lucky to have a strong husband by my side because I wouldn't of been able to do it without him. He helped me hold it together on days when I was ready to just give in and wanted to lay down and die.
And we picked ourselfs back up and are ready to try again. We are starting off with baby steps in what we do and hoping for the best in everything for the future.
Good luck to every single one of you and I wish you all the best in your jouney. Some have a great outcome and some like me may not be so lucky yet.






June 04, 2009