My husband and I have been together since 2012 and knew right away that we were meant for each other. I already had a daughter and knew I wanted to have more children. I didn't have any issues getting pregnant with her, so I assumed it would be the same now—boy was I wrong.
The first time we got pregnant was in the beginning of 2013. I got pregnant quickly and we were so excited. Sadly, I ended up miscarrying at five to six weeks. I was devastated, but eventually picked myself back up because I knew I was meant to have more kids. We became pregnant again, and miscarried again... and again... and again...
We relived this painful scenario eight times. We had no trouble becoming pregnant, but our teeny embryo's weren't able to grow beyond a couple of weeks. The closest thing to an explanation we were given was that together, we just weren't meshing—he was fine, I was fine but together we weren't making a baby that could thrive.
Finally, something clicked and we became pregnant and after a rough pregnancy I gave birth to our daughter Scarlett. She was worth every moment of worry, every sick day, every appointment and everything else that comes along with pregnancy. She was worth it!!
We had two beautiful daughters, and I adored them, BUT, I couldn't ignore the longing in my heart for one more. I knew I couldn't go through so many miscarriages again. Mentally, physically and emotionally, I just couldn't.
I became pregnant again when my daughter was four months old and we were thrilled. We thought for sure that something was different and this baby would be ours to hold, but once again at five to six weeks along I lost another one.
That was it. I put the idea of having a third child out of my head. I had given up and decided that we just weren't meant to have another one.
Little did I know, that a beautiful surprise was coming my way. When my daughter was 11 months old I found out that I was pregnant again. There it was—that bitter sweet positive pregnancy test. I didn't dare get excited, but deep in my heart I wanted this baby so badly. I told my husband that this would be our last pregnancy.
I started praying every day for this life inside of me, and I turned to all of my friends as well. I needed everyone to pray because this was our last chance.
I went to the early pregnancy clinic and at my first appointment the doctor told me it didn't look good. He couldn't find a heartbeat and said by that point there should be. I sat in my car and cried, wondering why this was happening to me. After a lot of worrying and even more prayers, I went to my next appointment and finally had some good news! My baby had the strongest heartbeat I've ever heard and everything looked perfect!
Eight months later, we welcomed the missing piece of our puzzle. Maddox Christian Don Allewell came into our family on January 30, 2018! After nine miscarriages, endless amounts of pregnancy tests, and a whole lot of worry and tears, I can finally say that our family is complete.
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