Surprises and Growth

We’ve had a very busy month. School is in full swing and we are both in the midst of our busy daily schedule. Even though we haven’t posted in a LONG time, lots of exciting things have been happening!

The day before my birthday some very sneaky students, parents, and fellow teachers pulled of an amazing surprise baby shower! I cried many tears of joy and thankfulness as students asked, “Why is Mrs. Scheller crying?” “Well, sometimes adults cry when they’re happy.” Yes, silly adults! Through generous donations we received lots of fun and necessary items for baby B, including our car seat!

A week later my sweet staff (I’ve only been at Immanuel a little over 2 months) threw us another shower. More wonderful, adorable baby supplies were piled into the car, more cake consumed and laughs shared. No, I did NOT cry! I was proud of myself! 🙂

Here are a few cute pictures from my kiddos from both showers:

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Then we had yet another shower given by the neighbors on the street where Brian grew up. Yet again I was overwhelmed with the great love and generosity shown to our family. This little boy is so well loved! I only cried reading my sweet mother-in-law’s card so I’ll call that a win! Check out this adorable chair and diaper baby we were given:

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The following Thursday, our choir at Immanuel showered us with diapers, and yes, more cake! We have so many diapers now, and while I’m sure we WILL run out, it will get us through for a long time! So, so thankful for their kindness!

It’s amazing to think that we have just over 10 weeks left in this pregnancy, assuming mister B plans an on-time arrival. I will officially be 30 weeks on Wednesday! The second trimester flew by and since week 20 I have expanded rapidly! My doctor says I’m measuring just a little bit big, which should get us an extra ultrasound this trimester. However, I don’t need an ultrs sound to know he is happy, healthy and growing. Baby B is kicking and moving regular and he and I fight over his foot position on a daily basis! Not a day goes by that I am not in awe of this little life God has placed inside of me. He is truly a miracle and I know I am blessed beyond measure!

And now, for those of you who’ve been hounding…here’s the latest bump pic! I’ve been wearing the same shirt each week…it’s not going to cover much longer!

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It’s a………..

….. healthy baby!  And we are expecting it around December 25!  The doctor didn’t move up our due date.  We spent a LOT of time with the ultrasound techs (one was training on how to use the machine) which was really cool.  They were having fun showing us a ton of angles of the baby as well as taking all the necessary measurements and making sure everything looked correct (which it does!).  As you can tell, our OB’s office is excellent and I would highly recommend anyone to visit them.  We asked the techs if they were sure of the gender and they both replied “Oh yes, very sure!”  We had them put it in an envelope and seal it; we decided to open it up at dinner.

When our doctor came in, she asked “So, what are you having?” We told her that we didn’t know yet and asked her why she didn’t know.  She replied, “Oh they don’t tell me, so I don’t mess it up!”  While we were waiting to check out (and get Sara’s glucose test drink), our doctor went and asked the techs what we were having  and called down the hallway to us, “I know something you don’t!”

We didn’t want to open the envelope until we had at least ordered our meals. (Side Note: This was quite possibly the fastest Sara has ever decided what she wanted for dinner!) We sat next to each other and opened the envelope together.  The techs wrote that it is a….Some clothes for Baby Scheller

BOY and included the ultrasound photo to prove it.  Sara didn’t know what she was looking at initially, but with a little coaching, she saw it easily.  After dinner, we did a little shopping and got some new clothes for our little guy.

Yes, we have names that we like.  No, we are not sharing until the baby is born.  I had one stipulation on the name.  My grandfather, dad, and myself all have the initials BS, so our son will as well.  If I was inflicted with it, I’m inflicting it on another generation! 🙂 So, let the guesses begin!

We are so blessed and thankful that we have a happy, healthy baby growing.  20 weeks down, 20 weeks to go!

Our Journey…Sara’s perspective part 2

If you are just beginning to read our journey, check our the previous post to get part one and some more background.

Another note, I am bearing my heart here, if you have your own beliefs about fertility treatments, you are welcome to them. I used to have strong beliefs against IVF, I’ve learned no one should make that decision unless you are facing the chance of never having biological children. Okay, I’m off my soapbox. 🙂

After our last failure in August 2012, we both needed a break. I was emotionally spent and just couldn’t do another month of injections, appointments, procedures and the ultimate possibility of another failure. We told Dr. P and his nurses that we would call when ready to discuss future options. It was much later in the fall before we made that phone call and we were asked to come in and visit.

Dr. P said that while there was no explanation for not becoming pregnant with the aid of the medications and procedures, he no longer thought continuing on the same path was going to help us achieve pregnancy. He recommended we consider IVF if we wanted biological children. We went into treatment agreeing we would not consider IVF and now were told that may be the only way. He, of course, said there was always a chance, but our chances didn’t look too promising. He recommended two other doctors to visit regarding IVF and suggested we look into mini IVF which involves less drugs, fewer eggs produced (thus little likelihood of having extra embryos), lower cost and far fewer risks for complications. We went home with a lot on our minds and a lot of praying to do.

Early in 2013, I contacted Dr. S, who works with Dr. P on IVF and scheduled an appointment. When the fateful day finally came, it turned out to be one of the lowest times in our journey. While this doctor is brilliant, world renowned and has had great success, he has no bedside manner. Whatsoever. He said I have PCOS. Okay, how have so many other doctors missed this? He said it is pointless for us to even try to have a baby without IVF and I must start birth control immediately until we can schedule the procedure (Who said we ever agreed to it?!?). I was obviously upset and emotional. I began to softly cry. To which he noted in his notes DICTATED IN FRONT OF US that “female is crying and I told her she is ridiculous.” Okay, we were done here. We politely listened to the sweet, apologetic nurse and went on our way. If IVF was the path we needed to take, it would most definitely NOT be under his “care.”

Our ride home was filled with tears and doubts. Little did we know that this horrific appointment would be the best thing that could’ve happened to us. God knew what he was doing (of course!) and this, I believe, was His way of leading us to the kindest, most caring doctor I have ever met.

Some good friends had recommended we see an RE at another hospital and while hesitant at first, I was willing to go anywhere that wasn’t near Dr. S. We found sweet Dr. W in March. After talking to him for only a few minutes he said, “You’ve been through too much, we will get started now and get this figured out.” He quickly diagnosed me with PCOS (here we go again!), but he showed me why and explained what new steps we could take that did NOT involved IVF! We would change from using clomid to using Femera, a $10 drug I would take ORALLY for 5 days, wait a few then check by ultrasound to see if my ovaries would wake up! Darn lazy ovaries! 🙂 In the meantime, it was spring break and Dr. W ordered us to go to Branson and have some fun. (Eye roll at the insuation that taking a vacay would automatically equal pregnancy, but I think he honestly wanted us to have time NOT worrying about getting pregnant.)

We did go to Branson, left the stressful world of infertility behind for 2 days and came back with some hope. I took Femera as directed and went back to see Dr. W the day after Easter. To our shock, there were 2 huge follicles – with a $10 drug, mind you, where $1000 of injectables got us ONE and he was ready to schedule our quick procedure for Wednesday. He told us “everything is perfect, we won’t miss!”

I went in nervously on Wednesday because Brian couldn’t go for the first time in dozens of appointments. Just as with Dr. P the procedure was quick, painless and I was back to school before the kids, that is, after he grabbed my hand and said, “This is going to work. It has to!” And sent me on my way. I prayed he was right, but I’d had enough heartache to know to protect myself a bit. Now, the dreaded 2 week wait. During these 2 weeks, Brian had a musical to get on stage and my parents were coming. Praise God for distractions!

2 weeks minus one day later I was screaming in the bathroom for Brian to come tell me if he saw one line or two! It was unbelievable…in fact, though I’m nearly 20 weeks pregnant now, I’m still often surprised by my protruding belly or strange flutters of movement. It’s true. Praise God. And thank you, Dr. W for believing it would work when I was convinced nothing would. And again, praise God!

Monday is our 20 week appointment. Prayers for a healthy baby are requested. Guesses for boy or girl are optional…no we are NOT having twins!

Thanks for reading.

Our Journey…Sara’s perspective, part one

Since Brian has written his perspective, and done so beautifully I may add, I figured its time I do some reflecting on this journey as well. If you don’t want the gory details, please don’t feel like you have to read this. I am normally a very private person, but I believe God gave us this cross to bear to help others, so I feel it is important to be open and honest about our journey. If you are finding yourself in a similar situation, please email me any additional questions you may have at Sara.Scheller@me.com

In spring of 2010, we decided it was time to have a baby and start growing our family. Our fur baby was wonderful preparation and we felt we were finally ready…plus we had both finished our Masters degrees and felt the time was right. We were about to learn “our time” meant absolutely nothing!

After months of no success and irregular cycles, I went to see my wonderful OB/GYN, we’ll call her Dr. M. She thought I just needed a boost and started me on clomid, an often used drug to promote ovulation. We were hopeful that’s all my body would need! After several months, nothing had improved so we upped the dose of clomid and tested my blood for EVERYTHING. She also scheduled an ultrasound (u/s) to make sure everything physically was normal. The u/s and blood tests turned out fine and after another 3 months of frustration with clomid, she recommended I see a specialist in reproductive endocrinology (RE). I knew others who had seen this new dr, we’ll call him Dr. P, so we were very hopeful…again.

Right here, I need to say how supportive my principal and aide were through all of this. They were understanding about me being late some mornings and leaving early and always covering for me…and more importantly, never telling ANYONE why I was late or leaving early. You know who you are, you are amazing! It’s so important to work with people who understand when going through infertility treatment.

We started seeing Dr. P in Dec. 2011. We loved him, even though he could be very hard to understand, because he wasted no time whatsoever trying to “figure me out.” More importantly, we LOVED his nurses (S/O to all you nurses!)! I soon had an hsg, which is an X-ray to check the Fallopian tubes to make sure everything was open and clean. Everything looked good. It was a bit uncomfortable and I wished I had taken the rest of the day off afterwards, but luckily my 1st graders were very kind to me that afternoon. 🙂

Then began a long cycle of treatment. Start a cycle with an u/s and clomid, go in for monitoring and another u/s a few days later, get an injection of follistim or gonal f to boost my ovaries to grow a nice follicle that would hopefully spit out an egg. More monitoring, more u/s, another shot to tell my brain to let my body ovulate, then a couple of days later, a quick in office procedure that we hoped and prayed two weeks later would bring a positive pregnancy test. 5 cycles like this, 2 of which I injected myself with drugs at home … or in the car … or wherever we were when the time came, and they all ended in heart ache. I lived my life in 2 week cycles-the first 2 weeks of drugs and monitoring, the second two of waiting.

Throughout all these cycles it seemed like EVERYONE else was pregnant, or holding their beautiful babies and polluting Facebook with adorable baby pics. While I love all of you who were these people and I was happy for you, I felt like a failure. I felt like I was failing my husband, our parents, our families. No one ever said this, nor do I honestly believe they even thought this, but ask did. Infertility is an emotionally debilitating disease, it affects your entire life.

Along the way, I confided in a few close friends, my mom, mother in law, and a few other family members. Everyone was wonderfully supportive and would listen to me cry, scream, and give them biology lessons. 🙂 I also found the amazing world of twitter, where I met countless women who were going through, or had been through, everything I was in the midst of. We supported each other because we KNEW what the other was going through. There is something about connecting with people who have been there. Amazing, loving support!

After failure #5, I just couldn’t do it anymore. I didn’t want to give up, but emotionally I was done for awhile. By now, it was August 2012 and I decided to focus on school and call Dr. P back when I was ready. Turns out, I was not ready for what he had to say….

I’ve gone on far too long. Guess there will be a part two! If you made it this far, thank you!

The (First) Big Day

It was a typical Tuesday in the Scheller household.  I had gotten home and started fixing dinner.  I had just come off of Godspell so I was done with rehearsals in the evening and could just relax.  Sara came home a bit earlier than usual, but this was good as she would be teaching piano lessons.  Sara knew that this could be the day she could see if she was pregnant, but really didn’t want to deal with it that day.  However, her friends on Twitter (shout out to all those lovely Twitter people that have really been a great support system for Sara!) told her to take a test.

While I am in the kitchen cooking, I hear Sara yell and scream.  I immediately ask her what is wrong. She comes in waving a pregnancy test saying, “Is there a line here?!?!?!?!” [Note: I am NOT one of those people that puts way too many exclamation points or question marks.  However, this was the amount of yelling I was hearing].  Now, if you have ever looked at one of those tests, it can be VERY difficult to tell.  To me, it looks like a line, but I don’t know if it is supposed to be darker than the control line or what.  I believe my exact words were, “I don’t know. I think it is a line.  I need one of the tests that tells you pregnant with the words on the test.”  We were both kind of on overdrive, because this had never happened before.  I don’t remember much of dinner, but it was decided that I would go get an idiot-proof test while Sara taught piano lessons.

I cleaned up dinner and just for fun decided to look up the due date, just for fun.  I put in our information and it spit back – DECEMBER 25TH.  What a great surprise!  God definitely had a plan here with that due date!  I think for Sara, piano lessons could end quickly enough for her.  She took the new test and it came back – PREGNANT.  There were definitely a lot of tears and hugging as a new reality set in.  It was the end of one journey, and the beginning of another!Our Good News

 

[Edit: So I’m a moron when I wrote on that piece of paper and wrote 2012 instead of 2013.  D’oh! Just realized this as I blogged.  Whoops!]

Our Journey

Alright, perhaps I should get started with some of those details that I mentioned. This is, of course, from my (Brian) perspective, so my feelings and thoughts are somewhat different than what my lovely wife was thinking. She may be writing her perspective later, so I’ll leave some things to her.

We have been married since 2006 and we were waiting until we thought the time was right to start trying to have a child. We moved to St. Louis in 2007 and bought a house and decided to wait and see how things progressed in our lives. We started working on our Master’s degrees in spring 2009 and finally decided that the time was right to start trying for a child in spring 2010. We graduated in December 2010 and figured a baby would be right around the corner.

1 year went by and nothing. Almost daily, people would be announcing that they were pregnant. With each announcement, Sara would be crushed. It was so heartbreaking for me to watch her sit and cry almost nightly that we hadn’t been blessed with a child yet. (Just a note to readers that may be reading that were pregnant: We were very happy for you all and your blessings. It was just painful to see you so happy while we were struggling.) We were referred to a fertility specialist as we hadn’t be successful in conceiving. The fertility specialist seemed very positive and we proceeded to try some aided methods to conceive.

Another year passed and still nothing was happening. We resigned our fate to two options: in vitro fertilization or adoption. We decided on IVF and met with an IVF doctor. This was the most painful visit yet, with the doctor calling Sara “ridiculous,” dictating his patient notes in front of us, and basically telling us that IVF was the only way we were ever going to conceive a child. Needless to say, this was the LAST time we met with this doctor. We decided we needed to find a doctor who was willing to listen and try to work with us. If we ended up at IVF, we would go for it, but we weren’t totally sold that we had tried EVERYTHING.

We found a new fertility specialist and met with him in March 2013. He put us on a new medication and we tried an aided method once again. Shortly thereafter, we were successful! I’ll save all that for another blog post.

Infertility sucks! It hurts a lot of people on a daily basis and is one of those conditions that no one talks about. Questions like, “When are you guys going to have kids?” and “Why haven’t you had babies?” can be very hurtful without intentionally trying.  If you are struggling with infertility, or know someone who is, please refer them to this blog! We want to share what we learned so we can be helpful to couples going through the same issues.

The longest journey begins with a single step.

To all those that are reading this, welcome to our site!  We are Sara and Brian and we have created this as a way to document our journey into parenting.  Our story until this point is long and we will be sharing it with you as we go.

Mid April 2013, we found out that we were expecting our first child.  As we have had trouble in starting our family, announcing our pregnancy via Facebook was out of the question.  Facebook was very painful to Sara as we struggled with conception and she did not want hurt anyone in the same way.  We also have family spread out across the country and we would like them to be able to share in our journey.  We figured the best way to do this is to start a blog.

I don’t know how often we will be posting.  I do know that it will be an entertaining adventure as we will be first time parents with all the joys and struggles that go along with it.  So come along and enjoy the journey!