Wednesday, 03 September 2008

  • With all of my heart...

    It will probably be a while before I have anything to say here.  Writing it all down makes it so real that both Ryan and I feel a little overwhelmed and to be honest a little panicked.  We need a bit of time to process all of this. 

    I leave for Phoenix in 11 days and will be faced with my niece whom I have never met and two of my cousins that have just announced their second pregnancies.

    I may be back just to talk but until that time I wanted to say THANK YOU!

    You ladies have been a pillar for me in the last few years and you once again lifted me up when I needed it.  I am so thankful for all of you and the support system we have here.

    Words can not express.

    With all of my love,

    Courtney

Thursday, 28 August 2008

  • At Journey's End

    This has been a long time coming…  To be honest it’s just been too hard to write, and while it was locked away in my head it didn’t have to be real.  Now so much more has happened that I feel I can not put it off any longer… it’s going to be insanely long, I’m sorry for that.

     

    Here we go…

     

    I think Ryan and I are pretty much done officially trying to conceive, or having a family in any other way.

     

    We have explored and subsequently exhausted numerous options including but not necessarily limited to: adoption, foster care, IUI (in uterine insemination), IVF (in vitro fertilization), and surrogacy.  I’m just going to quickly address each issue and how it has become a non option for us.

     

    I ask you to keep a few things in mind as you read this.

     

    1)  No one has the same situation in life.  What is true for you may not be true for us.  We face many difficulties that may not apply to your situation or the situations of the people you’ve heard stories about.   These issues include but are not limited to: We are military, we do not live stateside, my health post op, Ryan’s health, and Ryan’s job and current deployment situation.

     

    2)      Not one of these decisions has been come to easily or without innumerable tears and prayers. 

     

    3)      We have explored EVERY angle of these options and our decisions regarding them are final unless new information comes to light and we decide (with much prayer and discussion) to pursue one again.

     

    4)      Money.  I would be an idiot to say money was  not an issue.  Though 8 years of marriage and good financial planning have made us solvent we are still a single income family and our finances would take a substantial hit with any of these options.  So though money would not stop us from using any of these options (if there weren’t many other obstacles) it defiantly keeps us from ‘trying anyway.’

     

    ADOPTION

     

    This of course is the big one.  We have been asked over and over why we don’t adopt.  First and foremost, we have prayed long and hard about this.  Neither of us has ever once felt a go ahead or a release to move forward on this.  It’s a rather large thing to do without a feeling of peace and so we’ve held back.  If you know either of us you will know that this hasn’t stopped us from looking into it rather deeply “just in case”.  

     

    We have spent the last few years digging around for information on this option including making phone calls and putting out feelers on both local and international adoption.  The answers we have received have been extremely discouraging.

     

    Military adoptions are next to impossible.  Yes, there are military families that succeed and I’m sure there are some that do so with next to no fuss.  But the facts are these;

    Adoption agencies shy away from military families.  They have many reasons for doing so but it all boils down to this.  They believe that the lifestyle we are forced to live in service to our country is far too unstable for a child and therefore they do not even work with military families.  (This forces me to wonder what they think of AF families that have children but that is neither here nor there.)  There are exceptions to this rule but they are few and far between and you really need to be blessed with;

     

    a)      residence in the state of one of the few agencies willing to work with you.  (We have NO idea where we will be living when we leave Germany and won’t know until April/May of 2009)

     

    And 

     

    b)      a spouse that will be home for the majority of the process (We have just received news that Ryan will be gone for the majority of every year for the next 6 to 8 years of his career.  More on that later.)

     

    This problem is so prominent with military families that the military actually offers a financial grant to an adoptive family.  It is a grant specifically for the extra paperwork required by a cooperating agency.  It’s for 1500 dollars.  Yep you read that right.  A military couple has 1500 dollars worth of extra paperwork for an adoption than a regular family.

     

    As a result of that extra bureaucracy the average waiting time for a military family to be placed with a child is 6 to 8 years.  (That is for a fully open adoption.  I have no idea how that changes if you have any preferences)  If you are lucky enough to find an agency to work with you, you must be stationed in the states and have housing in order to begin the process.  (We will not be in this position until September/October of next year and have a 90% chance that Ryan will be leaving within 1 or 2 months of that time for another 6 month deployment.  This puts us BEGINNING this 6 to 8 year process sometime in the summer of 2010.)

     

    Perhaps if we had had the release and begun the process years ago alongside our TTC journey it would have been an option.  In all honesty, if we were somehow able to go forward with adopting today I don’t know if we could…  After all the heartache and pain this past seven and a half years have brought us I don’t know if we could face the prospect of beginning all over again.

     

    FOSTER CARE

     

    Foster care holds many if not all of the same objections as adoption.  There are some differences of course but they actually make it harder for us.  Fostering in an unstable home (Remember that Ryan will be gone half of every year) is not encouraged and frankly I can understand this.  I don’t see how it’s fair to the child either.  A majority of foster care kids have special circumstances and needs and providing an ever shifting environment would be hard on them when what they really need is stability.

     

    Top that off with the fact that Ryan is Tuberculosis positive.  He has inactive TB.  Being exposed to an active TB strain could and most probably would kill him.  There is no cure if his TB goes active.  Foster children are frequently exposed to TB and there is an implication from the Air Force that we would not be approved if we went forward with this inquiry as it puts a government asset (Ryan) at unnecessary risk.

     

    IUI/IVF

     

    I’m going to explain these two together because really the same argument applies to both.  First let me say that the military does not pay for either and so money is, of course, a big factor in this. 

     

    Money aside… 

     

    Ryan is normal and healthy and I have been diagnosed with ‘UNEXPLAINED INFERTILITY.’ Doctors have not been able to pinpoint what is wrong with my body.  There is nothing (they can find medically) wrong with me and so there is a bit of a mental block about paying thousands of dollars to get pregnant when there is no medical reason I can’t.

     

    Don’t worry, I have a more solid reason than that.  IVF and IUI are geared towards getting you pregnant.  I can get pregnant (though it’s difficult)  I have been pregnant three times.  My issue is with STAYING pregnant. 

     

    Why would we pay thousands of dollars for a more high tech miscarriage?  Until doctors can figure out why I’m incapable of carrying a baby I’m not going to get pregnant time after time… that doesn’t seem to make any sense to either of us.

     

    So for now these are off the table.

     

    SURRAGACY

     

    I’m not going to lie… this one is about money.  Ryan and I did some extensive research on this because we had received a few offers from potential surrogates.  Basically when the chips are down and the hidden fees revealed we are looking at 40,000 dollars just to get the woman pregnant and then the cost of her medical bills/insurance and the ‘financial gift’ you are legally obligated to pay.  On top of that all the same risks apply.  What if the problem is not me but my eggs?  What if the surrogate mother has a miscarriage? 

     

    It’s too much money for too many what ifs.

     

    TRYING TO CONCEIVE ON OUR OWN

     

    The truth has been apparent to Ryan and I for years.  There is something very wrong with my body.  We need more extensive professional help.  In our quest for answers circumstance after circumstance has cropped up to stop us from getting that help.

     

    My other health problems, deployments, clinic closures, miscarriages, surgery, doctors who aren’t trained in this area but refuse to give referrals, incompetent doctors who waste months of my life giving me the run around, my records being lost for the entire year that we had medical help here in Germany.  I could go on and on… suffice it to say that we have done our very best to get better help and it has simply not been within our grasp once in the past 7 and a half years.

     

    We are worn out, we are tired.  We are afraid for our bodies as studies are coming out about the long term affects of fertility drugs and we find that we have been on them for more cycles than is now recommended to avoid cancer. 

     

    We promised each other that when we moved back stateside and got settled in we would pursue hard and fast medical assistance for one year.  If at the end of one year we had made no progress we would quit because we are exhausted mentally, physically and spiritually.

     

    In the last few month things have aligned in such a way that make even this pretty much impossible. 

     

    The career field that Ryan is part of in the Air Force is critically manned.  That’s why he was cross trained into it.  Over the last three years the numbers have continued to plummet despite a flurry of new rules and regulations, more cross training, and higher retention incentives.  As a result the whole field is going to an increased deployment tempo if you are an NCO or above.  (Ryan is.)  This means that he will be deployed for the majority of every year for the next 6 to 8 years of his career.

     

    We move back to the states for good in mid July of next year.  It will take 8 to 12 weeks for our household goods and our car to arrive at our new base, for us to find a new home, for our records to be instated into the new base and for us to get our first physicals so that we can pursue infertility help.

     

    Ryan becomes eligible to deploy between September and December of that same year. (In short... he's gone pretty much the moment we're settled in.)

     

    We won’t be able to try at all until probably the summer of 2010.  And if we get in quickly we’ll have six to 8 months before we have to put the whole thing on hold again. 

     

    Top this all off with the fact that my body is broken.  I haven’t had a period for over 6 months and I have no way to address this issue until I get back stateside.  There are serious health implications to go along with that too that also need to be addressed. 

     

    I am well aware that God can do anything at any time.  I am well aware that we only need things to work out one time.  I am well aware that it’s not over until it’s over.

     

    Believe me when I say that we would be overwhelmed with joy if we were blessed with an unexpected pregnancy.

     

    Please also believe me when I tell you that we are surrendering our hopes for a family.  You know some of what we’ve been through but not all, you’ve seen pieces of our heart but you can’t know the whole of it.  The simple truth is that we have begged, pleaded, cried out and bargained with God for a family and we have been met with silence for almost 8 years.

     

    In this past year the answer has turned from silence to a gentle but firm NO.

     

    I do not pretend to know the whole of God’s plans for our lives… I do not even pretend to know a part of it.  I'm not arrogant enough to say that this word is the final word for us.  But until God directs us a different way this is it, for now I think we must allow this journey to become a path we have finished walking… without the end we had hoped for. 

     

    Ryan and Courtney

     

    P.S.  I realize that this may sound churlish.  However, I would like to ask you to refrain from telling us;

    “You didn’t hear God right.  This can’t be the answer.”

    “You will believe for us anyway since we’ve lost faith.” 

    (Trust me when I say we have not lost faith.  I personally believe that accepting less takes more faith than hoping for more.)

    “Now that you’ve stopped trying you’ll get pregnant just wait and see.” Or “You just need to relax and it will happen.”

    (This is simply not true.   We’re talking about an 8 year journey here not a few months.  We have serious medical issues not nerves.)

    Or any other platitude.  I realize that these are said in earnest concern and in most cases in love but the truth is that they act more as barbs than balms. 

    I hope this does not offend anyone but I can’t help but ask this of you.

Wednesday, 02 July 2008

  • What if?

    The one year anniversary of my third miscarriage has come and gone.  I can't believe it's been a year... I can't believe how quickly time can go...

    This past few weeks as I saw these days go by...  Anniversaries of things that might have been celebrations of life instead of days of mourning... I could not help but spend a few moments thought on what ifs...

    If I had carried and born all three of my babies I would be the mother of three.  I would be a very different woman.

    My first born would be 6 years and 9 months... just coming up on that big 7 year old birthday and we'd be getting read for our baby to start first grade.  I would be excited to hear my baby start to read!  I would be busy planning a birthday party and I can't help but wonder if it would be in Ninja Turtles or The Little Mermaid? 

    My second born would have just had their 4th birthday.  I would be mourning the time left before they started preschool and, at the same time, anticipating all the little hand made ornaments of popsicle sticks and playdough, and the finger-paintings of rainbows and 5 legged dogs, that would be soon coming my way all at the same time.  I would be recovering from a Thomas the Train or Dora the Explorer birthday right now.

    My baby would be just 6 month old.  I would be looking into that precious face and thinking, as I am now, just how quickly time escapes you and holding on for dear life to my sweet smelling babe as I watched helplessly as my other two grew so fast. 

    But that is not my life.  That is not who I am.  I know God has a plan for Ryan and I, I know He has a reason.  I accept that with my whole heart and with my arms flung wide... but I can not help wishing a little today that this other life was me, that my arms were never empty, that my nights were never uninterrupted, that my heart was breaking at the thought of them growing up and not because they never will...

    God hold my babies close today and let them know how much their mother loves them.

    Courtney

Thursday, 29 May 2008

  • Sad Anniversary.

    One year ago today I was sitting in my bathroom watching a strip of paper while holding my husbands hand. 

     

    One year ago today we watched breathlessly as all our hopes were pinned on that piece of paper and pure untempered joy filled our hearts and our lives as two pink lines appeared.

     

    I can hardly believe that it’s been a year.  How is it possible that the time can fly so quickly?

     

    How can one person, one mind, one heart bear so much, feel so much, change so much in one year?

     

    Perhaps one day I’ll feel that joy again, feel my heart flood with the hope of holding a child in my arms… perhaps one day… 

    Until then I rest in my Father’s arms and pray.

Sunday, 30 March 2008

  • The Wilderness...

    Today as I listened to one of my downloaded sermons from a church back home, something caught my heart and refuses to let it go until I write about it.

    There is a story in the old testament about the Israelites in the desert after they were freed from captivity.  It speaks of their journey and the way that God choose for them to go. 

    "Then they journeyed from Mount Hor by the Way of the Red Sea, to go around the land of Edom; and the soul of the people became very discouraged on the way.  And the people spoke against God and against Moses; "Why have you brought us up out of Egypt to die in the wilderness?  For there is no food and no water, and our soul loathes this worthless bread."  Numbers 21: 4-5

    You have to understand that if the people had gone straight through Edom instead of going around it they would have been in the promise land in a month or so.  But God choose to lead them around the land of Edom and add 40 years to their journey.  Can you hear them? 

    "God what is going on?  Why are you taking us around the long way?  Why are you keeping me from the thing I most desire?"

    But God chose to take them around the long way despite their complaints.  Was it because He didn't like them?  Or because they were on his black list?  No, it was because He loved them.  God knew that if He sent them through Edom they would be destroyed.  They were not ready to fight those kinds of battles, those kinds of armies.  They had just been in prolonged captivity, they were weak, they didn't have the strength, they didn't have the kind of faith that was needed to see them through.  They were simply not ready to face those kinds of trial.

    So God, knowing that those kinds of things would destroy them choose to take them around.

    The people became impatient because of the journey and started to speak out against God.  "Why have you brought us up out of Egypt to die in this miserable desert?  For there is no food or water and we loath this worthless bread.... "

    No food?  They were supplied daily with Manna...  a food that supplied all of their needs and was quite literally the bread of heaven.  Do you know that in Egypt slaves were fed beer and onions?  Egyptian beer was fermented with bread and fruits so that it was quite literally an alcoholic beverage with all the nutrients needed to survive.  It was used to keep them alive and working and also to sedate them at night so that they did not attempt to escape.  And yet they called this 'bread of heaven' worthless bread. 

    No water?  God gave them water from a rock and the Bible says that that water followed them through their full 40 years in the wilderness.

    They simply would not be satisfied because they believed that God had led them astray... that He had abandoned them... that He did not care.  They told God that they didn't want Him, that they didn't need Him... they thought that they could do better on their own.

    When the children of Israel told God to leave them alone repeatedly He did.  He removed His protection from them for a time and the dangers of the desert that He had held back from them flooded in.  Snakes of the desert came into the camp and bit the people, killing many.  But He provided salvation when they cried out for it.  He had Moses put a bronze serpent on a staff and lift it up before the people.  All those who looked upon it would live.

    I am once again struck by the parallels between the attitudes of the children of Israel and my own life... their journey through the desert and my journey through infertility. 

    It is so easy to become impatient with God, to question His wisdom and intentions when He puts before us a journey that we deem unnecessary.  Oh there have been many times in the past 7 years of infertility when I have asked God why...  Why can't I have children when I want them so badly?  Why do people who are unprepared and undeserving get so quickly the one thing I have waited for in vain?  Why must I suffer miscarriage?  Why must I turn away and wander for years when the thing I so desire was right within my grasp?

    Why have you brought me here to this place in my life to suffer and die with no food or water?

    But in truth, God has supplied my every need while He has asked me to walk this desert.  I know that He has a reason for this journey, I know that He truly has a plan for my life.   

    This story is repeated in the New Testament for us. 

    "And as Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, even so must the Son of Man be lifted up, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have eternal life.  For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life."  John 3: 14-16

    Many people have asked me how I still believe in God, how I still have faith after all that has happened to Ryan and I, after all the sadness, all the loss.  The answer to that question is simple.  Because God loves me and has protected me and even when I beg for Him to leave me alone, when I turn my face away from Him because I believe He has done the same to me, He gives me salvation...

    Courtney

Wednesday, 20 February 2008

  • Healing...

    I can hardly believe that my due date has come and gone...  That if things had been different I would be holding a child in my arms... that if I would finally be a mother.

    In spite of my sorrow I have a small measure of peace now that the day has passed.  I feel a little bit of closure and I honestly believe that I've begun to heal.

    Three miscarriages and this one rocked my world.  The other two were so hard to bear but this baby... this baby came after my gastric bypass surgery... after I got healthy...  after three years of nothing...

    I had more hope than I had ever allowed myself to have before and that failed hope has strangled all of my joy and most of my ability to feel these last months. 

    My relationship with God has suffered... Not because I blame Him or question Him but because I have simply been numb and unable to truly enter in.  My ability to write has suffered.  My relationships with my family have suffered... and though I am ashamed to admit it I have struggled desperately with bitterness.

    The only person who has brought a smile to my face or helped me to feel any warmth in my heart is my husband... I think that's why his leaving for this deployment has been so hard this time around (because as many of you know and some of you don't I'm old hat at this!)  I thank God every day for my marriage... for the man that is my best friend as well as everything else!

    So here I am.  My due date is past.  I can't even begin to TTC until Ryan comes home in August and inexplicably I have peace and even perhaps a bit of joy is creeping back in...  I'm even a little optimistic to see what this year has to offer...  What I may learn of myself and of the plans God has for my life in this next six months of solitude.

    Courtney

    "Lord, You have been our dwelling place in all generations.  Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever You had formed the earth and the world.  Ever from everlasting to everlasting, YOU are God."
    Psalms 90:1-2

Monday, 04 February 2008

  • Ryan has been gone for nine days... four days after he left I started my period... for the first time since we took our last dose of Clomid... five months ago.  Ironic huh? 

    Hopefully the next six months will see my body getting back to normal... I can't believe that I sit here only four days from my due date... and instead of holding our miracle in my arms I'll be here half way around the world alone... 

    I have this urgent need to back peddle... Like I don't want the 8th of February to be here already... like this date, more than any other in my past, will make my empty arms so much more empty...

    Courtney

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    • Name: Courtney
    • Birthday: 10/25/1980
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About Me

  • My husband and I have been trying to have a baby since December of 2000. After almost 8 years of heartbreak we have decided to give up our dreams of parenthood. We dedicate this year to learning to be content in what we have been given and falling more deeply in love with each other. It has been a long hard journey but God has been with us every step of the way... we trust in Him.