"We must be willing to let go of the life we planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us." -Joseph Campbell
When we got to Chicago I was really overwhelmed and anxious. I was supposed to make this exact mixture of medications and it was vital that I got it all right and I wasn't quite sure if I had. So, thankfully, the clinic decided to mix it up for me and left it at their doorstep. I had 2 shots to give myself that night and I had to do them at precise times in order for my retrieval to work correctly on Monday. We went to dinner at Olive Garden and I had to leave partway through to go give myself the first shot in the bathroom. I felt kind of sneaky, like I was doing something wrong giving myself shots in a bathroom stall! Then we tried to go to "Thor" but it was sold out so we ended up going to "The Lucky One" (that weird movie with Zac Efron). We weren't too impressed and ran out after to give myself the next shot in the car. Had to be on time! It turns out that I had actually mixed up the two shots and given the wrong one at the wrong time which my nurses were none too pleased about it turned out okay!
That was a year ago. So many hopes, so many dreams, so much faith, and a lot of fear were overwhelming me that day.
This morning, I woke up to 2 little boys crying at 6:30 a.m. I got to get up and put their binky's in. They looked up to me with so much hope and joy thinking they were getting fed--but they still had to wait 30 minutes!!:) They contentedly waited in their cribs. When I went in at 7 a.m., Jake was getting Taya out of the crib and she was stinky. We fed all 3 of them and then Anderson went into a talking frenzy. Hilarious. Then we got to bath all 3 of them and get them dressed for church all before the Brothers get up at 8 a.m. I felt so blessed.
Never would I have imagined last year on May 5th that in one year I would be snuggling with three adorable 4 month old babies! We are so blessed. I don't know why we were chosen for this amazing journey but I am so grateful. I am also grateful for the struggles and the sacrifices and the trials of faith that we had to experience. They have greatly helped to mold us into who we are today. They have also helped me to form this testimony of my favorite scripture:
"And no, O all ye that have imagined up unto yourselves a god who can do no miracles....Behold, I say unto you, Nay, and God had not ceased to be a God of miracles. Behold, are not the things that God hath wrought marvelous in our eyes? Yea, and who can comprehend the marvelous works of God?"
God is definitely a God of Miracles...still. I know this to be true. I have witnessed it in my life, with each of my children. With Cooper it was the miracle of the so-called impossible, medically, happening. With Luke, it was the miracle of adoption and selfless birth mother. With Ethan it was the miracle of making a child without doctors. With Anderson, Bennett, and Taya it was the incredible miracle of having three very healthy babies when we thought we were done and there were more no more avenues for us to go down. God is definitely still a God of Miracles!
**It turns out that Amy, my sister-in-law, and her husband Beau were doing IVF the same time as us (3 days ahead of us) and nobody knew about it! I was anxiously sending her all of my updates all the while extremely worried how she was going to take it all emotionally! Well, they were blessed with a beautiful baby boy, Tennyson, on the same day our triplets were born! Here she is in all of her beauty: