Sunday, June 3, 2012

The Big Announcement

So we wait until week 13 to tell everyone, though close family already knew and everyone I worked with knew about the trip and could tell from the look on my face that it worked. So we just made the announcement via Facebook. 64 likes and 38 comments. A personal record!


 Bonnie Mae Hoggatt Wonderful, blessings to all!
 Danielle Nowell Congratulations! So exciting! I am so happy for you. I was starting to wonder with all your pinterest pins of kids and baby things :).
 Kate Gengo Congratulations!! So happy for you!
 Laura Sears Nikolaou Oh Sweetie....congratulations!!!!
 Jaelyn Connally Whorton Emily, what wonderful news! Having gone through years of infertility myself and now having our baby boy on the way I can just feel your excitement of these wonderful blessings! Congratulations!
 Nancy Baker Bryant in India?
 Mackenzie Johnson Casall So exciting!!! Congrats!
 Ryan Baer Congratulations! Twins are the best!!!
 Lisa Whitlock  That's wonderful! Congrats!
 David Elliott congratulations!! I know you & Vinnie will make EXCELLENT parents! I'm very happy for both of y'all!! XXOO
Puja Malik Chopra Wow, gr8 news. Congratulations, so happy for u guys!!
 Erika Nielson Yey! Yey!! Love you!
 Amy Sawyer congratulations
 Missy Angel May Congratulations! Wonderful news!
 Emily Scates Grover The 40 week mark is Oct 19th, but no way that will happen. I'm hoping for Vinnie's Birthday on Sept 29th myself. Hello flexible airfare dates!
 Danitra Hyde Congratulations!! That's GREAT news!!! So happy for you 2!
Amy Lavine So happy for you Emily and Vinnie!
 Sheryl Kieffer I'm gonna wish for my son's bday of sept 30 or mine of October 17..haha anyway congrats!
 Dee Lawton Masterson Congratulations!!!
 Heather Kleinschrodt Parrott Congratulations!!
 Stephanie DeFoor Berger So excited for you!!
 Amber Pyeatt Congratulations to both of you! That is wonderful news and such a blessing!
  Scott Horton Congrats!
 Ope Bakare Score!!!! That's awesome, congrats to you all!
 Anita Kilam Arora Wonderful new . Congratulations !
 Bob Gaffin Congratulations!!! Very exciting news!!
 Vidhu Kapadia Good luck and best wishes!! Twins... U might as well sleep nap enjoy hot coffee food now... Ain't Going to get much of that after they arrive
 Corey Woodall-Krick Congrats! So exciting!
 Marianna Seaton Congratulations, Emily and Vinnie. Please let me know how your friends at Horizon can help when you bring those babies home!!!
 Sally Estes Wow, Emily! That is SO great! Will they be newborns, or is that really a picture of them?
 CarissaJeff Flournoy YAY!!!!!!!! So happy for you!!!!!

 Roxanna Johnson Yay! So happy for you!!!
 Emily Scates Grover They will definitely be newborns, and with a little luck we'll be there at the birth. And bringing these babies home is an expensive proposition, so we could use ANY baby stuff you or anyone you know no longer needs! Thanks everyone for your wishes and support, and send all your prayers to our surrogate.
 Roxanna Johnson An officer I work with just brought their adopted son home from Ethiopia so it's a long road but worth it.

 Marissa Sawyer Congrats to you both, Em - now for the hardest part...waiting!
 Susan Sullivan Carr Congrats! So happy for you guys!
 Jorge Cruz Oh wow! You guys give a whole new meaning to the phrase "hitting the ground running!" Congratulations!
 Amy J Moman-Smith Nina is so excited, I can hardly wait to spoil the little carpet creepers!!!! 

It was beyond fun to finally be the one sharing such good news X 2! I knew that we would be spending a lot on the trip to India to pick up our babies, and the likelihood of NICU care meant even more money. So I got busy freecycling at http://www.freecycle.org/ and had a few very generous friends offer me their baby stuff. I knew you were supposed to wait until the end of the 2nd trimester to get ready, but I decided to not let superstition and caution guide me here and finally surrender to joy. Besides...there were a lot of baby items I would need and all I had so far was two cribs, a changing table, and a UC Berkeley tie-dye onesie and matching hat I had gotten on our first anniversary trip to San Francisco. The sooner I get started, the better.

I made up my registry list like a freecycle hit list, and checked so many things off the list that the house was full of baby stuff by the end of week 16!  I totaled it up and after months of driving all over the metroplex I aquired $8000 worth of baby stuff for absolutely FREE! It is an accomplishment I am proud of, and I can't wait to donate back everything I got to two families that don't have anything once our kids outgrow it.

Amazing how much stuff is still left on the registries though...but Amazon and Walmart seem to have stuff for the cheapest prices so I went with them. So I get great advice from so many friends and learn how to get fantastic prices through the Amazon Mom membership/Diapers.com and good diapers for cheap will be delivered to my door for no shipping charges in bulk! Unfortunately baby clothes are VERY gender specific thanks to modern sonogram technology, so any little boy of mine might have to wear pink in India if I have trouble getting all the onesies I bring washed faster than they can urp on them. Oh well.

I'm not sure whether I shoud be concerned that Vinnie test drives every freecycled baby item I bring home with the dog first. But Ralph seems to enjoy the ride.
My Mom helps me get cracking on house renovations, and there is a lot to do there too. I store piles of large baby items in the guest room that just needs a coat of paint to be done.  It looks like a baby store, and by the end of July it will be time to start spreading all the baby contraptions through the house, slap on some paint, install the car seats, and call ourselves ready!

I go to Home Depot and buy up paint for the entire house. I am painting it all by myself, though my Mom helped me out in the Kitchen/Den area. They are making a lot of money off me at that store!

Here is the nursery so far with my green on one and a half walls. I am almost done putting up an awesome willow tree rub on transfer wall decal that is 7 feet tall. It will look like a custom mural was painted when I'm done, but right now my arm hurts from many hours rubbing with a popsicle stick. http://www.tatouagedesigns.com/

I dyed the huge unhung canopy in the pic green after looking everywhere for a dye that worked on polyester. I may not be able to outdo the legendary nursery of Mariah Carey's twins, but a beautifully draped canopy will go a long way in completing my dream nursery.

I hate double shifts. I am getting tired of overtime at this point, and I need a vacation. Oh well. I sign up for as much overtime as I can get and religiously disinfect my shared work console so that I don't get sick and use up any of my paid sick time I'm conserving for FMLA leave. No vacation days for me. I don't get to be pregnant, and while that part does still suck but I am mostly over it and can look at the bright side of how hard I can push myself and how I won't have any recovery time from birth.

So I work hard with crazy hours. It would be easier if I just moved into the work break room. I can rest when the babies get here. Oh wait....no I can't. I won't care though, and all the hard work will finally be worth it. It doesn't stop me from complaining a bit, although I enjoy Mother's Day for the first time in years. It was "You're Not A Mother Day" to me for so many years and aside from a card/gift and quick phone call to my Mom and Mother-in-Law I would hide in my house in a dark room and felt sorry for myself. All those who suffer from infertility know what I'm talking about...Mother's Day is the worst day of the year, and Christmas and Thanksgiving are almost as hard.
 
Books. Lots of them. I learn that there is such a thing as "feeding philosophies." There are several extreme schools of thought, and I immerse myself in the literature partly to make myself into a better parent and partly because it is interesting and I have lots of time to read.  I know not to read too many books and get overwhelmed and overworried, but it is hard not to do because every book gives you something new to think about or worry about if you let yourself. I select what I consider to be a small number to read, focusing on sleep & scheduling in twins because my Mothers of Multiples club all swears by it as the only way to maintain sanity and health with two babies. 

I do okay until I attend my first La Leche League Meeting. I am planning on trying induced lactation. I meet a room full of attachment parents who don't know they are attachment parents. It is my own fault for going to a mid-week middle of the day meeting, which of course was all stay-at-home Mom's who weren't in that similar of a situation. Though admittedly I doubt I'll live long enough to meet another working woman who is in the same situation of having twins via surrogate in India and wants to do induced lactation. That really does throw a lot of folks when I tell them, but I do enjoy how interested they are and everyone asks so many questions because they are curious. I've always enjoyed educating people, and this topic is one most folks are not knowledgable about.   I realize even though I don't get the attention that a pregnant woman gets, in some ways I get even more because my situation is so unique. And no strangers try to touch my belly or comment about my baby weight, so there is a silver lining there too.

I expected extremists to seem more extreme, but they are all so nice and supportive. But the message was that the baby will make everything you read worthless because nothing will work out as planned, and that it is perfectly normal to have a baby latched for hours for comfort alone and nothing else will work. They make reading books sound so naive and useless, and the baby will dictate everything and "tell you what to do." The gal I call "Zombie Mom" said she showed up looking like a zombie to her first LLL meeting after 4 days of no sleep, and it was all due to the evils of trying to do scheduled feedings. Something had to be wrong with this picture, but it scared the bejeebers out of me anyway. They all said "do whatever works for you" but then would contradict themselves without intending to.

It really did throw me for a loop, but I was scared I might never sleep again. I had my wonderful Mothers of Multiples club and a few friends talk me down from the ledge, and I realize I've had my first round of "too much advice" that is common to new mothers. I'm now part of that club after all. But LLL is a valuable resource for many and others have had a much better experience, but for me I decide to borrow some really good books on breastfeeding they loan me that are custom to my concerns about prematurity, twins, and "Defining Your Own Success" when you may not produce a full supply. And if breastfeeding is truly so hard that you need to hire a "lactation consultant" to do it then I'll use them for recommendations. Though I doubt they will know any that will skype with me in the middle of the night while I'm in the middle of the day in India. I'm thinking it is a better plan to learn how to say "help" in Gujarati to the NICU nurse and hope she manhandles me and shows me how to ensure a good latch.


Saturday, June 2, 2012

IT'S TWINS!!!

Twins. I remember playing with two matching Skipper Barbie dolls as a kid at my grandparent's vacation home in Ruidoso, New Mexico. I pretended they were twins, and gave them horrible rhyming names and put them in cute little matching outfits. I do actually remember thinking at the time I could never be so lucky to have twins.

I still felt that way decades later. So I cannot describe my suprise when we find out we are indeed the lucky ones. Twins. Twiiiins. TWINS!!! It is a dream come true, even though I know it is riskier and that scares me a little.

How was I going to tell Vinnie? I can't wait until he gets home that night to tell him, but I have to so I can see the look on his face. My only regret is that I didn't videotape it. I call my mother and tell her "I have bad news." She paused with tension. She had a crib that matched ours, and offered to give it to us if it was twins. "You'll have to get another crib." I told her. She screamed in a voice so high pitched I'm sure the dolphins along the Gulf Coast heard. We hatched a great plan for me to bring her crib over and assemble it to surprise Vinnie with the news.  I assemble it and go to work, and even though I know Vinnie gets home before me he never goes into the nursery room, which the door has been mostly closed for the seven years we have owned this house.

I come home and after setting my purse down I tell Vinnie that I have something to show him that I was working on earlier. He says okay and I lead him into the nursery.   He sees the two cribs.

"There's two of them." he comments casually.

"Yes. There's two of them." I reply, waiting for him to get it.  He doesn't. The wheel is spinning but the hamster is dead.

"Where did you get the other one?" he asks, still oblivious. He told me later he thought we might be trading the nicer one for the older one maybe.

"My Mom gave it to us." I answer simply.

"Oh. That was nice of her." he comments. The possibility had still not even dawned on him. I decide to help slide his cheese onto the cracker for him.

"We're going to need both of them." At this point he has turned to look at me.

My husband is a very taciturn man. His face is often expressionless. I've never his face as full of expression as when the light bulb finally goes off.

"ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?!" he exclaims. He says some other stuff that doesn't make up full sentences after that. Then after a minute he says "I need to sit down." and he plops down in the middle of the floor.

It was awesome. Life continues and we get scans occasionally. Some of the more decipherable photos are below.

7 week scan. Little blobbies.

12 weeks.Definitely two faces.


14 weeks. Easy to make out what these are. Some folks tell me one is a girl, but who the heck knows!?

 








16 weeks. Two healthy babies. Not sure what's what in this one but I'm pretty sure it shows both of our little peanuts.


So below is the schedule of which we can expect updates and scans and general progress reports. So far we got 5 scans and we are going into week 21. It has been over 4 weeks without a report. I try to tell myself no news is good news but I'm going a little crazy nonetheless. I go from being incredibly happy to distressing myself with imaginings....which is hard to help after all these years. But so far all reports show our babies both as healthy as can be!
·         Every 20 days routine check up
·         1st Sonogram at 7 wks pregnancy
·         At 10 weeks routine check up
·         If triplest or quadruplet pregnancy we do fetal reduction at 10 – 11 weeks to twins
·         At 11- 12 weeks we do her scan by fetal medicine specialist and double marker test for down syndrome
·         If twin pregnancy we do cervical circlage after 14 – 16 weeks scan (Sew cervix shut to prevent pressure from rupturing it too soon)
·         At 16 weeks we do her triple marker test: Blood test – HB, TC, DC, Platelet count, Random blood sugar, HIV, HbSAg, HCV, VDRL, SGPT, S.Bilirubin, S.Creatinine, Urine routine micro
·         At 20 – 22 week we do her fetal echo by fetal medicine specialist
·         At 28 – 30 weeks we do her scan and blood test – HB, TC, DC, Platelet count, GTT or PP2BS, HIV, HbSAg, HCV, VDRL, SGPT, S.Bilirubin, S.Creatinine, Urine routine micro
·         Admitted to clinic at 30 weeks if she is carrying twins
·         In twin pregnancy we do extra scan at 32 weeks pregnancy (color Doppler)
·         At 34 – 36 weeks we do her color Doppler scan and blood test - HB, TC, DC, Platelet count, Random blood sugar, HIV, HbSAg, HCV, VDRL, SGPT, S.Bilirubin, S.Creatinine, Urine routine micro
·         The surrogate gets admitted in the clinic at 35 weeks if she is carrying single baby

2nd time's the charm! It worked!

There was a several month wait, and I truly didn't feel all that hopeful. It was truthfully very dark times. If you told me there was literally a dark cloud hanging over me or you got a chill when I walked by I would believe you. If you get disappointed enough you tend to prepare for the worst, and hoping for the best becomes a lot harder. I admittedly did take it very hard when right after we found out it didn't work on our first try that my brother and sister in law were pregnant with twins. Not news I was prepared for at that moment. I wanted to just be happy for them and not jealous, but that is easier said than done when you are at rock bottom. I wasn't happy about anything. People that have faced infertility understand that reaction completely. People who haven't been where I've been may judge and not understand. I know that I was holding it together the best I can under the circumstances.

So it arrives. Our last ditch effort.  We get pics of our little embryos below. Aren't they cute? Five of them. I'm disappointed again there are not more left to freeze, but all are implanted. We did four last time and nothing. So maybe five is our lucky number. And yes, no matter how many implant they will reduce down to twins for the safety of the surrogate. I happen to agree with that and have no ethical qualms about it, though I know there are many that do. Dr. Patel will select on her own the least robust embryos to reduce towards the end of the first trimester and inform you when it is done and send scans.


The two week wait. Then the night arrives. Dr. Patel tells us that on February 13th we will get the results.  With the time difference that means I'll be up all night until I get the email, since this time I know what actual day the HCG test is on. February 13th arrives. This will either be the best or worst Valentine's Day ever.

Refresh. Refresh. Refresh.

Drink of water. Pace back and forth.

Refresh. Refresh. Refresh.

Oh my God! There it is. An email from Dr. Patel. I open it. It says "Congratulations!" Our surrogate is pregnant.

I don't believe it. My heart is racing. I've answered suicide and crisis and emergency calls for the combined total of two decades. I am not someone who is speechless. I was speechless.

I walk into our bedroom where my husband is and he can already tell from my face that it is good news. I finally managed to stutter out "It...it...it...says...it says....CONGRATULATIONS!!!" 

He grabs me and holds me so tightly it hurts a little bit. He only lets me go when I tell him I need to sit down. I feel a little lightheaded. It feels every bit as good as I hoped it would feel. No...it feels even better than that. However good you think it will feel to finally have the hope light up in your soul again after so many years, it will feel every bit as good as you dream it will and then some. 

Our dream is alive again.

We call my in-laws. They cry out "Jai Mata Di!"  We call my mother. She cries unintelligibly. I call and wake up my best friend who musters as much enthusiasm as you can expect being woken up in the dead of night. It is without a doubt one of the happiest moments of my life.

It didn't work. Decision Day.

The "I'm sorry but the pregnancy test is negative email" was received by my father-in-law first because he was up checking his email obsessively all morning long waiting for news. I was terrified I would get the email at work and freak out in front of everyone. Luckily it came late so it was on my day off. He called us to say how sorry he was, and I don't remember what I said. I checked my email and saw it. I woke up Vinnie and told him. He hugged me and told me he was sorry. I don't remember too much after that because I did freak out, but it came on slowly. But I mean I really freaked out. I cried so hard it was painful. I cried so hard for so many hours that my nose bled. This seemed like all hope was lost. I called my best friend and later my mother and must have been unintelligible the entire time. I think I called them several times throughout the day.  I said harsh things I knew I didn't mean at the time. I was very angry at God, and I think it is okay to say what you feel when you are in that much pain because God can handle it. I love them both so much for letting me grieve for lost hope.

But that same day the inevitable decision had to be made. Because I may lose it from time to time, but I solve problems fast and have to find hope right away. I had to have a back up plan and decide that day, even though others cautioned me to take my time and nothing had to be decided right now when I was feeling that badly. 

I didn't have enough money to go to India again. If I ever had a girl she could share my genetic link to PCOS and someday wind up in a situation as painful as the one I was going through now. My eggs have always failed me. It was time to let it go.

You would think someone who is 100% dedicated to adopting a child someday would have no problem letting go and choosing a donor egg, but I was surprised by how much emotion I had about it. Because it was a concscious choice between my egg and a donor egg where I played a role in conceiving a child, it was different somehow. I had to let go fully that I would never have a child that shared my genes, something most folks get automatically and take for granted. It is not selfish to grieve for that loss, even if deep down you know it doesn't really matter. I do believe nurture is more important than nature, but nature does have a strong role. It was hard to accept I would know next to nothing about this donor, and forever wonder if my child was displaying similar qualities to a perfect stranger. With adoption you know that it is two perfect strangers and not just one, and I think it might be easier to resign yourself to that if you see adoption as the only choice for you....but what do I know  cause I haven't done that yet either. It's hard to describe, but I had to grieve for that loss.  But somehow it made it easier to understand why adopted kids are often so curious about the biological parents, something that never made sense to me when they had awesome adoptive parents. I think I understand that a little better now.

It was a no brainer though that I would choose one of Dr. Patel's Indian donors, instead of trying to get a caucasian one that looked like me for much more hassle and expense with the higher risk of shipping frozen embryos. I don't care all that much about looking like me, and would love to have children that are 100% tied to an Indian heritage instead of my bum eggs with my deathly pale complexion.  I didn't expect some giant donor packet like you would get at a US clinic that details every tiny thing about the potential egg donor to choose from. But months later when we got three profiles to choose from, I was still suprised at how little info there was. We did get a picture of each, and a very basic profile. They all completed the highest grade of primary school and were married housewives with at least one child and ideal health histories. But what did I expect from a female donor in a rural area of a third world? She wasn't going to be a doctor or lawyer or she wouldn't be doing this.These were opportunities that she would probably never have. I wondered if there really were family medical conditions if they would be properly diagnosed and treated by someone living in this condition in this part of the world living on so little money with less access to medical care.

It felt so superficial to choose based upon the picture, but that is what choice we had. If one were taller I would have chosen her, but none were taller than my short self unfortunately. Hopefully my 6ft tall hubby will give our kids a few extra inches. I am happy to say that the donor we chose did have the most kids to support, so I feel like our money did the most good. It feels so bizarre to make a decision like this, and nothing prepares you for it.

I respect the confidentiality of our donor, so I have a modified version of the pic here that I'm sure will keep her confidentiality cause you could never tell from the original. The pic they sent is typical of an Indian woman, with a plain outfit and no jewelry save a mangalsutra that means she is married, and certainly no makeup. Hair pulled back, no smile, and a demure body posture. She looked far older than she was, I'm sure from raising several kids and living  a hard life.

Let's face facts, if it's my daughter she'll have some big old Texas hair and red lipstick when she is that age. So I photoshopped her a bit on InStyle Magazine Hollywood Makeover website, and it helped me see what she'd look like a little more "done up." Believe me...I know how superficial this sounds. But it helped me make a decision because looks was pretty much all I had. She had some stronger looking Michelle Obama arms going on too, so that told me she might be stronger and healthier with a slightly sturdier looking frame than the other two. A superficial decision when I only had superficial criteria. Sigh.

Below is the sum total of what info you get from Dr. Patel on an egg donor. I changed some details up.

Physical characteristics  

Name :  B M R 
Age :                22 yrs.
Weight :            46 kg.
Height :             5’2”
Complexion :     Fair
Cast     :           Hindu

Personal Characteristics 

Marital Status :             Married
Education :                   10th std. School
Occupation :                 House wife 

Personal Health History  

Medical Problem :        Nil
Blood Transfusion :       Nil
Surgeries :                    Nil
Allergies :                     Nil
Medication :                 Nil 

Family History 

Any diseases in the family – diabetes, blood pressures)
Parents :           Nil
Siblings :           Nil 

Fertility History 

Number of Children :    1 - Normal delivery
Children Details :          1 Boy (3 yrs. old children)
MTP                :          No
Miscarriages :               No

Examination & Investigation :
USG :
Breast :                         Nil
Diagnostic :                   Nil
HIV & HbSAg :           Negative
VDRL              :           Negative

So nothing else to say on the egg donor decision. We had to wait a while for the cycle and the dreaded 2 week wait. So I'll just post some more pics I took and found on the web from Delhi for police and fire stuff. Since I work in emergency services I have an interest in that sort of thing and tried to get several pics of those.