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Our Rainbow is on the way!

What is a rainbow baby?

A “rainbow baby” is a baby that is born following a miscarriage, stillbirth, neonatal death or infant loss.In the real world, a beautiful and bright rainbowfollows a storm and gives hope of things getting better. The rainbow is more appreciated having just experienced the storm in comparison." -sir google. 


The day has finally come, (although longer than we had hoped for), and our rainbow baby is on his or her way. After the loss of Fischer last August, and a chemical pregnancy the following November, I began doubting my body and it's worth of ever producing again. I sank in to a minor depression without really realizing, and one day I finally woke up. After one irregular period after another, and multiple negative pregnancy tests, I decided to go in and see my midwife for testing. I cried when my results came back. My thyroid levels, as well as my progesterone levels were perfect. I was also FOR SURE ovulating.. So why wasn't I getting pregnant? I changed my diet. Hasting was having oral health issues, so as a family we went paleo. So I was eating healthy. 

I finally decided I wanted to buckle down, and make sure that I was completely aware of ovulation. I learnt how to check my cervix, I was keeping track of cervical mucus, and I began testing for ovulation again with strips. I had been testing with strips prior to all of this, but had given up when a friend of mine who had miscarried a month after myself became pregnant AGAIN, only 2-3 months after our losses. I was devastated, and just wanted the Lord to work his plan in my life. That of course changed again when I started wanting to REALLY know WHEN I was ovulating. 

I started tracking ovulation again in July of this year. I had sinus surgery planned mid-July, and I wanted to immediately start TTC again after I was healed up from surgery. So I used ovulation strips, checked my cervix, and kept close watch on my cycles. We missed the opportunity to conceive in July because I ovulated prior to my surgery, and I didn't want to risk becoming pregnant and having to push my surgery off that I had waited YEARS for. 

So August came. This was the month. I knew it, and I was determined. Without being too graphic, I was making sure that the days I knew I was the least bit fertile, the deed was going to be done. But, my ovulation strips confused me, and I wasn't sure I had even ovulated. Nor was I really sure when to expect my cycle (because it's always anywhere between 37-40 days long). 



So I just decided to wait it out, and if I hadn't started by cycle day 45 I was testing. 

August 28th rolled around. A week before Chad had commented on how he thought I was pregnant, because he knows how my attitude switches when I'm pregnant. That night, he questioned me about when was I supposed to start, and again that he thought I was pregnant. I blew it off, because I literally didn't have a clue when I was supposed to start. 

August 28 was 12dpo for me, and CD 28. If I were pregnant, I was positive I wouldn't get a positive. With all my pregnancies, I've never had a test pick up so early. 

But I decided to test anyways, what the heck. I used a cheapie test that came with my ovulation tests I had ordered via Amazon. I was settling down for the night, prepping to get in the tub. So I decided to test before I got in the bath, lay the strip on the counter, and check it when I got out. So, I got in the tub. But I couldn't wait. 3-4 minutes passed and I was up at the counter. 

Sure enough. There it was. The positive test that I had waited over a year for. I didn't cry. I was in complete shock. I called Chad in the bathroom, after I got back in the bath, and asked him to look on the counter. 

Chad: "what am I looking at? IS THAT A PREGNANCY TEST?!!" 
Me: "yes"
Chad: "I knew it. I told you".

So needless to say, I drove to Walmart after getting out of that bath, and when straight for my trusted first response early response. I came back home and immediately tested, and at 10:30 at night, it was one of the brightest positives I have ever seen. I was 3 weeks and 6 days, and I knew EXACTLY when we conceived. 

Wven with all the excitement, the fear quickly set in. Pregnancy after loss is so very, very scary. 

I scheduled an immediate 3D/4D U/S the earliest we could (8 weeks). We went in at 8 weeks 4 days, and heard the most beautiful noise a mother can hear after she has lost a child in utero. We will be checking on the baby again in another 2 weeks, and will have our gender scan mid November. 

We are all guessing boy (Chad, myself, his mother, my BFF). I have done wives tales, and checked Ramzi theory and all have said boy. So we will see. 

Please continue to pray for a healthy pregnancy, and a healthy rainbow. We are almost at 11 weeks ❤️

Oh, and I'm due early May. I finally have my rainbow, and I finally have my Spring/Summer baby I've so desperately wanted. 

🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈


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