Good Friday Morning to you Peeps!! I feel like I say this every Friday, but boy am I ready for the weekend! Today I have a treat for you. Tiffany from The Pifer Family is guest posting for me today and sharing her and her husbands journey through infertility to parenthood. She knows that Bumps of Infertility have lead her to that little miracle in her arms. Keep reading for her story and be sure to head over to her blog say hello.
My name is Tiffany Pifer, I’m a 29 year old Pinterest addict, country music lover, shoe-acholic, faithful Christian who loves to shop and decorate. I met my husband almost 10 years ago. He proposed a year later and we married on May, 20 2006. He’s my best friend. He’s stubborn as anything, and were complete opposites but I can’t ever see a day without him by my side.
Like many, I had our life planned out from the get-go. I wanted stability in our life and I wanted our bank accounts to be built before we built a family….I quickly learned that sometimes God has other plans in store for you, plans that are way out of your control.
In March of 2006 (2 months before our wedding) I went in for a regular checkup, at least I thought everything was regular. A couple days later I received a call at work telling me that my PAP came back abnormal and I would need to come into the office to discuss this—I think my heart sunk into my stomach. When I went in the doctor advised me I had severe dysplasia, on top of that I had one of the worst cases of PCOS that he’s seen….and if things couldn’t get worse I had endometrioses. He quickly advised me that if my husband and I wanted children we should think about trying now as it doesn’t looking promising…(heart-wrenching words!)
I was in the process of planning our wedding—I wasn’t even ready to think about children. But being parents is something Zach and I dreamed of, something that we talked about while dating. Something we never questioned, nor ever thought we would have a hard time with---I don’t think anyone ever thinks having a child could possibly be hard. We knew we didn’t want to pass up an opportunity, and although this wasn’t in our ‘plan’…maybe it was Gods.
So we began our journey—we started trying immediately following our wedding. Obviously the first step in this process was curing me of my dysplaysia. With that came many appointments, freezing’s of my cervix, biopsies, blood work and other tests. During all of these tests we found out I wasn’t ovulating (just what I wanted to hear).
I come from a close family, so keeping everyone updated was never a question—our family knew everything we were going through! I started by calling everyone after our appointments to keep them updated…let me explain that I hardly ever got good news in the Doctor’s office, and I quickly discovered that repeating this bad news over and over was quite depressing. That’s when I started blogging. In the beginning it was just for my family; I could keep them updated with everything that was going on without having to repeat myself 10 times…it never dawned on me that others, complete strangers, could and would follow our journey.
I come from a very Christian home, so staying faithful and positive through all of this was just what I did. I had bad days, but I would blog about our life, our everything, I would blog about our deepest fears and just let my family 100% into our hearts. I started getting emails explaining that I was an inspiration to others—which I still find hard to swallow, I’m just a small town girl who deeply wanted to be a mom and I knew that although this path was hard it was God’s plan. My blog style started to change a little…instead of JUST posting updates; I wanted to become a cheerleader for all of those infertile like myself. I wanted everyone to realize IT WILL BE OK, although I didn’t even know at that time if I would ever be pregnant. I wanted to create a support group, because well…INFERTILITY WAS HARD!
The end of 2007 I had an HSG done to see if there was any underlying issues on top of everything else. Well, my tubes were blocked. I had a LAP surgery done to unblock my tubes as well as a little bit of endometrioses removed. My husband and I tried naturally for about a year. Then moved to naturally plus clomid…then naturally with femara….About this time all my friends were popping up pregnant. We took a short break and then we did 2 IUI’s with clomid, then an IUI with injections….still no pregnancy. Nothing. How can we STILL not be pregnant—why was this happening to us? How could I still be the positive person that so many people looked up to when I was feeling so empty inside? We decided to rest for a year before moving forward with a fertility clinic. In 2011 we did our first IVF, only 2 blastocyst made it—we transferred both and neither took. That was hard. I just knew moving to the next step would work. We waited a whole year before trying again. In 2012 around the same time we did our second IVF, 5 blasocyst made it this time, we transferred two and froze three. For the very first time in my life I was able to say the words ‘I’m pregnant’…one little bean took. We were over the moon. I always knew I wanted to wait till 12 weeks to announce our pregnancy, but I couldn’t stand it…we announced it at 8 weeks-I couldn’t hold it in any longer…however; sadly 1 short week later, at 9 weeks, our babies heart stopped beating. I had a D&C a couple days later. Heartbroken can’t even describe how sad we were. I cried for days…I couldn’t eat. I was at my lowest of lows—how could we come so far, FINALLY be giving this blessing to just to taken away from us?! My Doctor suggested we jump right back into trying, doing an FET this time and transferring the three blastocyst that we froze. He said the D&C would help as well as FET’s are less stressful than an actual IVF. I was unsure…we just spent so my time, and so much money…what if once again it didn’t work?! My husband and I prayed about it, prayed HARD about it. We decided to do it; this would be our last attempt before we saved for adoption. We put every bit of our heart and soul into this…I stayed on bed rest for about 2 weeks after our babies were transferred into me (this was my choice not the doctors—we just wanted NO regrets since this would be our last attempt)!! IT WORKED! I couldn’t believe it. One bean, one little cell TOOK! We found out the end of November that we were having a boy; we choose the name Miles (after all of the miles it took to get him here). I developed preeclampsia at the end of my pregnancy and was induced at 36 weeks. Miles Thomas Pifer arrived on 4/19/2013; four weeks early weighing 7lbs 5oz. A very healthy little boy! That day our family became complete.
I don’t know why God takes us down bumpy paths at times, to grow as an individual is my best guess. I questioned his plan many of times, I cried many of tears, but throughout all the heartache I remained as hopeful and faithful as I possibly could. My husband and I found ways to laugh at our journey, we found ways to have fun, and we found ways to Dance in the rain!!
I truly hope those of you who are still struggling with infertility can look at my story and have hope. We weren’t given the best of odds. But with lots of prayer we made it!