Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Miracle

A surprising and welcome event that is not explicable by natural or scientific laws and is therefore considered to be the work of a divine agency. 

That's the official definition of - Miracle.  And as silly as it feels to claim that I have experienced a miracle, I don't know what else to call it.


I'm pregnant, expecting a perfect, healthy baby this summer.  Jeremy and I, as well as Ava and Liam, are thrilled.     


I was told that I had two types of primary cancer, both in my appendix almost 4.5 years ago and with that was also told that my right fallopian tube was completely clogged (from the mucin from one of the tumors) and my left tube was partially clogged.  Take that, mixed with the scar tissue from the 3 surgeries I had in the following 13 months and the chance of conceiving naturally was unlikely. Then, add in a divorce. I had always wanted 3 or 4 children but I came to terms that additional children just wasn't in the cards for me.  And I was completely ok with that.... Ava and Liam have been my world. 


I am so lucky to have met Jeremy. We have such a good relationship and are really happy together.  We both talked of expanding our family but knew that it could be challenging without medical intervention, not to mention I'm 35 now.  


Yet somehow, the stars aligned.  In the midst of life's crazy timing and against all odds, we have been so blessed with a new life.  Our little miracle baby.