As mentioned, Katie and I were approached by UFC about guest writing on their blog for Father’s Day. We of course immediately said yes! The post is here as well as included below.
Ever since I was old enough to know who my dad was, I have wanted to be one.
The love of a child is an incredibly inexplicable thing. I loved my dad because he loved me. He cared about me and played with me and provided for me. I thought that was pretty cool and I wanted to do that too. I wanted to be just like my dad. Once I got married I figured that would happen pretty quickly. Being ahusband was pretty awesome, and I wanted to upgrade that.
I wanted to tell you all a little bit about our last month and a half and why you haven’t heard anything from us since then.
Ella was doing extremely well from all aspects except for eating. Babies need to learn to eat (sucking, swallowing and breathing at the same time is hard) and, since she was on a feeding tube and drugged for much of the last few weeks, she never learned to eat. Compound that with the fact that her heart isn’t as capable as ours of pumping the oxygen she needs, and thus she tires easily. Eating was and is the biggest issue for her now. She will still require surgery over the summer at some point, but they can’t do it until she has gained some weight and grown a little. Thus, they kept her on a feeding tube. Continue reading →
I realize it’s been a long time since you heard from me. Forgive me, I’ve been a tad busy.
Those who know me well know that I am always completely level-headed and stoic and never show any signs of emotion or anything. Right? 😉 Well, this post is a little sappy, even for me. Can you blame me?
One year ago today, Katie and I went in for our retrieval to start our IVF cycle. They got nearly 40 eggs, which was beyond exciting. However, it was a devastating failure on my end.
We were crushed. We wondered how it was all going to work out and why God hadn’t answered our prayers. Why, after all that work and money and stress, why hadn’t He provided a solution and held up His end of the deal? Not even one or two little swimmers? He couldn’t even do that? I didn’t lose Faith, but I sure was shaken and distraught.
Then our inspired Doctor told us we had another chance. After insane amounts of charity on his end and lots of phone calls and favors and strings pulled (and not less than a boatload of charity from friends and family), we had a plan. Three months later, I underwent a fairly invasive and expensive surgery at a fraction of the cost. They found 35 little swimmers. 35!!!