The miracle that science couldn't foresee

So much planning how I would give my boyfriend the news that we were having a baby and he found out while being sedated in the nearest Emergency Room, with me on the stretcher beside him. Awesome.

I’d visited many excellent doctors through the years and their diagnosis was never very encouraging: 

“You have multiple cysts on your ovaries. You won’t be able to get pregnant without undergoing some kind of treatment”. 

“Polycystic Ovaries”, was the result of one of my sonograms.

My guy would say “it will happen when GOD decides it’s the right time. Forget what the doctors say”.

But the years kept passing.

And then, it was November 2014. I started getting VERY ill. Also, I was late, well, late according to my standards, since Aunt Flo visited me when she felt like it, and brought along TERRIBLE pain. One particularly miserable day I thought “Could I be pregnant?” But I ignored that thought, it wasn’t possible…

I’d spent days throwing up and the pain in my stomach was unbearable, without mentioning the constant migraines,. Finally, one Sunday afternoon, my partner called an ambulance for BOTH of us, since he also was feeling ill.

And there we were, on our stretchers, waiting for our blood work and our medicines. Hours later, our attending doctor came up to me with my results and some news:

“You’re pregnant”.

Baby's first picture! About 8 weeks along!

“Beg your pardon? Pregnant?? But, they said it wasn’t posible! Not without treatment! They said!”, I answered, with my heart about to jump out of my chest and looking at him with huge eyes already filling up with tears.

“Well, you are. You are about 8 weeks along”, he confirmed.
Patients who overheard the news started congratulating me while I carefully got off my stretcher and approached my guy, who was still a bit out of it and hadn’t heard our exchange.

“Babe, my gastritis is out of control, but the doctor says it will get better…in NINE months”.

And that’s how, between the smell of disinfectant sprays, the comings and goings of patients, doctors and nurses, and the hustle and bustle of an Emergency Room that, both in pain, we found out we were expecting company in a few months.

I didn’t want this post to be too long, but I wanted to share my experience with all those friends, acquaintances and even strangers who have received similar diagnosis and dream about becoming mommies. Don’t lose faith. GOD has the last word.

“What’s impossible for man…”

Hugs!!! I’ll keep you posted!!