When my daughter Ashley was around the age of two years old, I was ready to have another …show more content…
Day after day, month after month, I would just sit and watch my daughter playing by herself with her dolls and feeling my heart break. Knowing she would never have that special bond with a sibling like I had. Now Ashley 6 1/2 years old, she attends school and has a few friends and even though she wasn't completely alone, my feelings were still the same. I was only in my late 20s and the question why? Was just never answered, I thought to myself I'm not giving up or until someone can tell me why I'm not letting it go. I know I'm not get any younger and my financial status was not as good as it was when I originally started trying to conceive, but I went to another doctor. I explained everything that had happened and the test that were done from day one. He began to do his own test, bloodwork all over again, fertility test, vitamin level test and an extensive examination. This Dr. took every high and low road to try to find out the cause of my fertility problems. His final diagnosis was that the walls of my uterus had closed up. But there was a procedure that could be done to reopen the walls and possibly let me conceive. This procedure was very costly and would not be covered by my insurance, in addition there would only be a 60% chance of …show more content…
So I set up an appointment for physical, as the doctor starts asking me basic questions, I busted out in tears, she was asking what's wrong, what's wrong, are you okay? I began to tell her my story about all the doctors and test that I've been through, trying to conceive. What should've been a 15 to 20 minute visit turned into an hour and 10 minute visit? As the visit was coming to an end. The doctor says “I want you to try one more thing “I tell her I've tried everything. She says “everything but relaxing"" you put yourself on a personal high demand mission, putting a lot of tension and stress not only on yourself but on your husband as well" she takes the calendar and circles the dates that I would be ovulating and tells me to take a vacation, a way from all responsibilities. So with no expectations or hopes, I did just that. April 2000 my husband and I took that vacation. At this point we were just having a good time, dinner, drinks, a different atmosphere, and a lot of laughs. We were just enjoying each other's company, something we haven't done in years. Putting everything behind us we came back feeling relaxed and refreshed, Getting back into the work mode. About a month later I started feeling sick, not the usual sick but not pregnancy sick either. Coworkers were saying maybe you're pregnant, I was like no that's impossible I can't get pregnant. But listening to them I was trying hard not to let my