10 days of bed rest down, only 90 or so more to go!! I'm actually doing great and feeling well at home...other than my tush falling asleep from the lack of movement! I went to the doctor this morning and was amazed at how trying on my body it was. But the good news: My doctor was pleasantly surprised at how well my body was reacting to the surgery. The babies are doing great and he is much more optimistic about my outcome. Hard to believe, a week ago we were discussing how close I was to losing the babies. Meanwhile, since I haven't been on the air in nearly two weeks, here's a baby bump picture from today. That stomach just keeping jetting outward.
I actually got fully ready for television today and boy was that exhausting. I now have a seat for my shower and am not supposed to be up and at it, except for appointments and to use the bathroom. Did you catch the news today? I made a cameo! It was so nice to have the news crew stop by. I was thrilled to give everyone an update and show that I am still the "same old me". Riley was thrilled to see our photographer, but quickly got bored and passed out next to me.
And that leads me to the reason I wanted to update my blog today. So many of you have sent in your guesses, so drum roll please....here are the genders:
Two identical girls and one boy!!!! Ryan and I think it's the perfect mix! Although, I'm sure Mr. Skry may be rethinking that down the road as I turn the girls into shopaholics like me! As you can see in the picture, Riley still doesn't seem too thrilled about have three siblings. But I'm sure once they arrive at home, he'll be the protective big brother. Now I have to say, many of you were spot on with your guesses. Even the newsroom was right!
So the next step is to have my mother teach me how to knit. I think my kids will have a full wardrobe by the time they arrive! And I can't say it enough--thank you to everyone. I truly believe that all of your prayers helped me and my husband get through the last two weeks. I know I have a long journey ahead me, but I'm feeling very optimistic...and I have all of you to credit for that. I have a big check up next week, where they will measure each of the babies and check for all of their vital organs. The doctor said to plan for three hours...I guess when it comes to triplets, everything takes longer! Keep an eye on my Facebook page for updates everyday. I'll make sure to post an update on the blog next week.
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I said at the beginning of my pregnancy, I would keep you all in the loop. So, I want to fill you in on my whirlwind week. I was just released from the hospital this afternoon. I went in Monday morning for a standard ultrasound. While the babies look nice and healthy, my body is having trouble accommodating them. I was immediately admitted to the hospital and had surgery yesterday, in hopes of keeping the babies inside of me for several more weeks. It was a very risky procedure, but it went well. I'm so thankful for the amazing doctors and nurses at St. John's in Springfield. If we didn't catch this on Monday, the outcome for the babies could have been grave in a matter of a few days.
So what happens now? First and foremost, the babies are doing great! They were moving all over the place this morning...such a relief. I'm on the mend from surgery, but already feeling SO much better today. Moving forward, everyday and week is a blessing. I will be monitored very closely. We got through this one hurdle, but I have a long road ahead of me.
I haven't been on the air this week. The sad thing---you probably won't see me back on the desk until after the babies arrive. Never did I think I would leave work on Friday and not be back for months. I will most likely be on bed rest for the next few months (luckily I'm now in the comfort of my own home for now!). My mother will be flying out in a few days to help out around the house and help prepare for the triplets. While it's been an emotionally and physically draining few days, my spirits are high. I remember laying on the operating table thinking, "stay strong for the kids". Whatever happens is out of my hands, but the best thing I can do is listen to the doctors and rest.
So you won't be seeing me on the news, but that doesn't mean I won't be around! I'll be at home helping the producers writes stories. And of course, I'll be blogging weekly to keep you all up to date! Our crew will also be stopping by so I can make some video messages along the way. As for my love of cooking, I'll be keeping up on that as well... Though it will be my mom doing the cooking. I've already put in requests for my favorite recipes of hers, so I'll be posting those over the coming weeks. She is an amazing cook and she taught me everything I know when it comes to the kitchen.
Time to sign off and tune into WAND News. It's definitely weird watching it as a viewer! Please keep those prayers coming and keep in touch. Hearing from all of you has made this crazy journey of mine so special. I'm lucky that I have viewers like you keeping me in your thoughts.
PS--any more guesses on the genders? I promise that on my next post, I will share the exciting news!
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Oh boy, I'm feeling pregnant!!! Over the last week, I seriously feel like I grew a fourth child! I know the doctor keeps telling me that I'll be getting bigger by the day, but it still amazes me. Check out this picture from a month ago. It's next to a picture of me taken this week (I'm 17 weeks). Holy cow!!!!
the surge in baby growth, comes a whole lot of "bleh". Have you paid
attention on the news? In addition to those nasty mountains growing out
of my face (aka ZITS), is a very droopy eye. My co-anchor, Dawn, told me
pregnant women have a higher risk of getting Bells Palsy... so of
course that prompted a freak out session on the internet! If you don't
know what it is, google it. Not a pleasant thing to have, especially
when your career relies on you being on tv!
It seems to be stemming from allergies and exhaustion because it's slowly getting better. But, I'm sure some of you have noticed a half open eye on the news! One other awful revelation--swollen feet! I'm a shorter gal, so I'm used to wearing 4 inch heels...but I'm quickly realizing that I may be sneaking flip flops underneath the news desk for the next few months. Let's say so long to these beautiful pumps (imagine tears rolling down my face... )
Did you catch my piece on the news with the adorable triplet family in Springfield? Amy and her trio were SOOO sweet! I spent a good hour at their house watching her interact with her 16 month old triplets. The kids were so quiet and spent much of their time checking out all of the equipment we brought. Bright lights and a big camera can make any kid become mesmerized!
Amy had some great advice for me and other first time moms. She said while it was surreal bringing three home from the hospital, keeping a routine goes a long way. She also works full time, so she gave me plenty of advice on balancing work and home. I met her through the multiples group in Springfield and I can't say enough wonderful things about all of the ladies. From their big rummage sales, to simply answering little questions I may have, they have been a lifesaver. Becoming a parent to multiples is a difficult task, but they are making it seem like a piece of cake. And thanks to the multiples group in Decatur--I look forward to meeting those ladies too!
taking off for the memorial weekend and visiting the in-laws in
Nebraska. This will be my only time on a plane this year, since it's
been consumed with fertility treatments and a pregnancy. We found out
genders recently, but I'll wait until I get back to share the fun news!
It's a topic that people don't really talk about, infertility. For some reason it's a "taboo" subject, yet so many people go through it. So why am I sharing my personal struggle? This isn't a pity post…it's not a "woe is me" moment. I want to share my story to help others going through a similar situation. Looking back at the last few years, having people I could relate to made my journey so much more bearable. Now I know the way that I got pregnant might go against some peoples' morals, but I'm ok with not everyone approving….I am finally pregnant and happy to shout it from the rooftops!
Anyone that knows me would tell you I'm a strong girl. I'm happy and positive about 90% of the time. And while I wear my heart on my sleeve, I never want sympathy. I simply brush off anything that has happened to me as no big deal. But after years of heartache, I finally reached a breaking point. I remember visiting our close friends in Michigan last fall. When the topic of pregnancy came up, I cracked. I broke down and cried to them. Not just watering of the eyes, I'm talking big fat rolling down your face tears. After years of telling people I'm fine, I finally realized it's OK to let your friends in on your problems.
So how did I get to this point? About three years ago I went in for a routine exam. A few days later I was in the hospital for surgery, missing parts of my ovaries due to massive cysts. The recovery was a long and painful process: 6 weeks at home recovering and complications ever since. Our doctor thought we should start trying to get pregnant, so I went on fertility drugs. No luck. I have had a surgery every year following because my body just doesn't want to heal. So on top of chronic pain, I was having trouble getting pregnant.
It's funny…you spend so many years worrying about getting pregnant, I never thought in a million years that I would have trouble when I was ready. But month after month, that pregnancy test came back negative. And every month, my heart sank a little deeper. It became such a routine—I'm probably one of the few people that actually clip coupons for ovulation kits and pregnancy tests! (Yes, I'm a frugal shopper!!!)
Over the years I went through a roller coaster of emotions. It started out as frustration, then I started taking pity on myself. Why did God deal me this hand? So many nights I would lie awake as Ryan was sleeping next to me, sobbing in the dark. I was meant to be a mother, so why wasn't it happening. I would cry because I didn't understand why I was the one chosen to have never ending health problems. I would cry because of the financial burden of ongoing hospital bills. I would cry because I felt like no one understood. I would cry because I felt empty. I had a wonderful husband, a dog we treated as our child, yet I still felt all alone and empty, sinking further and further into a deep pit of sorrow.
And let me tell you, Facebook is not a place to be if you're struggling to get pregnant. I'm in my 30's, so just about everyday, an acquaintance was posting their wonderful news. Every time I saw a post like that, it was a blow to my gut. I would turn red in frustration and tear up. I'm not a person that gets jealous, but deep down I was. It is such an amazing moment in life…getting to share your pregnancy with your friends. And while I was genuinely SO happy for all of those people, I would cry because it wasn't me. I'm not proud of that. I was secretly jealous, feeling like such a bad person. With years of trying, even my close friends would fear having to tell me their exciting news...And that would break my heart.
Last summer, our doctor told us he thought we had an 8-10% chance of getting pregnant on our own. Rather than going through each option of fertility treatments, he thought it was best to go straight to IVF. So we signed up in the fall and had a few months of anticipation. It was an exciting time, knowing that we finally would have a decent shot, but it was also a time of anger for me. I had already spent tens of thousands of dollars on medical bills and surgery, only to find out my insurance does not cover fertility treatment. WHY?!?! So, after hearing wonderful news that IVF might work, we have to scrounge up $10,000-$15,000 to pay for it? People get pregnant everyday by accident and couples who are not trying end up with an "oops" child. Yet, I'm someone who longed to have a child and had to pay thousands of dollars just to try. It didn't make sense…it still doesn't. The part that made me even more angry is that I live in a state where it is mandated that insurance companies cover the cost of fertility treatment. But, there are enough loopholes that most companies don't end up paying.
Ryan and I began IVF at the beginning of the year. I won't bore you with the details, but I can tell it is an emotionally trying and sometime painful process. You don't just pay up and instantly have a child. I gave myself daily shots, my hormones went through the roof and I went through a lot of pain...not to mention, the stress of whether it would work or not. Needless to say, we were SO lucky. I am pregnant with triplets from our first round. So many couples go through it time and time and get with no luck. I had the best experience at the SIU fertility clinic in Springfield. Dr. Loret de Mola works magic. Plus his staff made my husband and I feel like we were all family.
As I write my story, tears are rolling down my face as I think back at all of the heartache over the years. But every time I see the babies heartbeats, those tears slowly turn to tears of joy. So what's the moral of the story? I may be missing parts of my ovaries and have tubes that are blocked, but look at me..I'm pregnant. Even what seems to be impossible can happen.
If you're reading this and have gone through a similar situation, there are ways to get help. There are grants out there for financial help, as well as support groups. Just send me an email and I would be happy to help! Also, as I mentioned on the news, next week is "Advocacy Day". It's a day where thousands of people will bring up the issue of infertility to Congress and raise awareness about the need for accessible medical treatment. Just click this link to the organization "Resolve" for more information. www.resolve.org
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