Someone else's story!!! :)

Hey Everyone!  I know its only been a couple days since I posted last, but I had a friend reach out to me and tell me her story.  It's compelling.  It's surprising.  It's sad.  It's happy. It's funny.  It's powerful. It's miraculous.  It made me feel not alone, and hopefully my story and others help some of you reading this not feel so alone!  Again.. it confirmed that you never know what someone is going through.  I asked her if I could share her story and she said... Absolutely go for it.  Long story short... She has a young son and is expecting another baby.  Her miracles happened.  Her prayers were answered.  I couldn't be happier for her.  She has a supporting husband, friends, work and family!  Maybe part of the reason her story hit me so hard is that she lives away from her family like Eric and myself... It's hard being away from your family but also brings you so close to your husband and your home away from home family!  Enjoy her words.  I sure did.  I found courage and strength in her story.  Thanks for Sharing dear friend from good ol Wyoming!!!  Her words below:

Amy, I came across your blog today and was blown away. I have sometimes wondered why you and your husband didn’t have any children. As soon as I read your post from today, I jumped all the way to the beginning and just read them all. My husband and I struggled with miscarriages for 6 years. The first time I got pregnant, we were super excited. I told people right away, and lost the baby within a couple days. My sister had a miscarriage for her first pregnancy, so I knew it could happen, but didn’t think it would happen again. 3 months later I was pregnant again. This time I made it to about 7 weeks, and when I started bleeding I fell apart. I knew that two miscarriages in a row wasn’t normal. 4-5 months later, I was pregnant again, and then I wasn’t. I saw a specialist, he ran tests and told me they couldn’t find anything wrong. All they could guess was that my DNA didn’t work with my husband’s. I kept getting pregnant. Every 3-6 months, I would test pregnant. I would only make it to 4-7 weeks, and the pregnancy would go away. I quit going to the doctor. I would start bleeding at work, cry in the bathroom, and return to my desk. My husband was silent. He didn’t really know what to do. People gave me so much advice. “Stop drinking all the Diet Mountain Dew,” (yes, I have the same addiction). Are you kidding me, crackheads have babies. Do this, don’t do this. It didn’t matter what I did, my body was rejecting the babies. There was a need for everyone to “solve” our “problem.” Adoption was suggested over and over. My husband and I discussed it, but we weren’t there. IVF was another solution, but I was getting pregnant, I just couldn’t keep the baby. I begrudgingly adopted a dog that we found outside our work. Wylie became my baby. He was my therapy, and he is the most loyal and protective dog. He was abandoned, so I feel like he would never leave me. Then Wylie bit a lady at our house. People told us to put him down, we lost our home insurance. I was at a complete loss. We can’t have a baby, and now we are supposed to kill our dog? My husband stood firm, and wouldn’t let anything happen to Wylie. The miscarriages continued until 2014, when in March I was pregnant again. It seemed to be sticking. I made it past 6 weeks, then 7, and at 8 weeks I found myself a doctor and got an appointment. My husband went along, and this time there was a baby with a heartbeat. But, it was stuck in my fallopian tube. They sent me right to emergency room for surgery. They aborted the baby and removed my left tube. We were completely devasted. I flew home to be with my mom and sister. For a while I could forget what had happened in Phoenix and what it meant for the future. But when I had to leave, I cried all the way home. I was at the absolute bottom. I felt like I had no absolute purpose or direction in life. After the surgery, my new doctor told us that maybe the tube the baby got stuck in had a blockage, and that was the reason I had miscarried all along. He told us to keep trying and if I had another miscarriage, he wanted to run more tests. 6 months later, I was pregnant again. I went in at 7 weeks, and the baby was there, where it was supposed to be. We left the office so excited. We thought it is finally over. That night at 2 am I woke up and was bleeding. I went to work the next morning, and told my boss (one of my best friends) that I had lost the baby. I wasn’t even going to go back to the doctor, but he pressured me to go. When the doctor took a look, it was a complete miracle, the little baby was still there. I had a large bleed, but it did not affect the baby. Well that miracle lasted, and now we have baby Bridger, and six months later, “Surprise, another baby.” I don’t tell many people how many miscarriages we have had, and I’m not even sure if I know. All the comments, and emotions you shared in you blog were little reminders of how I felt. I cried the day my niece was born, because I was jealous. How horrible is that? Even with this baby, I feel distant, because I don’t want to get too attached in case something bad happens. I don’t think there is ever the right thing to tell someone struggling with infertility. I think your blog is great, and it is therapy to share. It was therapy for me to read. Keep doing exactly what you want to do, and enjoy your husband. He sounds like a keeper and a blessing.