Start spreadin’ the news: The Lynch twins are coming!
After three years, three states, too many tests and procedures, six doctors and 30 negative results, we are expecting twins in February.
To say its been a roller coaster ride of emotions is the understatement of the century, but we have finally emerged victorious.
The process was beginning to take a toll on the both of us, so we took a two-month break from “trying.” Once we got home from the “happiest place on earth” we decided it was time to get back on the wagon.
Like all the months before, we talked with our fertility doctor and started our regimen: pills, injections and good old-fashioned timing. This round of fertility treatments began just like the dozens before it, little did we know it would be our last.
The morning of June 9 rolled around and out of habit, I took a home pregnancy test. Like all the tests that came before it, it was negative.
As I was about to throw the test in the trash, I saw a second line. I rubbed my eyes and held it up to better light because I thought I was seeing things. TWO LINES! I have never seen two lines before, so in true Vanessa fashion, I rummaged through my drawer to see what else I could “test” on. Sure enough, 3 minutes later two more tests revealed two lines.
I allowed myself to jump up and down and cry for a few minutes before I regained my composure. This could be false positive since the last injection I had contained the same hormone the tests looks for, so this positive result could just be artificial hormone lingering in my body.
I told myself I would say nothing to my husband until I got my bloodwork done the next morning.
I went to my doctor for my blood draw with something I’ve never had before: hope. A few hours later, the nurse called to say my results were positive, but I needed to come back in two days to ensure the numbers doubled.
On the inside I was doing backflips, but on the outside, I knew it was too early for celebrations.
So I went back two days later and when my phone rang I couldn’t answer it fast enough. My numbers were indeed doubling. It was a Thursday when I got the doubling numbers news and Father’s Day was just three days away, and I figured I have waited this long to give my husband this news, so what’s a few more days?
It turned into a Father’s Day he will never forget.
We both agreed it was way too early to tell anyone, so our lips were zipped, I am very superstitious that way. I went back to the doctor the next week to find the heartbeat when I got the surprise of my life.
The doctor was taking a really long time and my heart started to sink, thinking whatever was there was no more. That’s when he said, “Remember when I told you there was only one last week? Well, I didn’t want to get your hopes up, but you are having twins.” We waited so long and endured so much that God smiled upon us and gave us a double blessing.
One of the most surprising and heartening aspects of going on this journey in such a public way was the real love and support I experienced from this community of Herald readers. I want you to know I appreciated every hug and every word of encouragement.
This has been the most thrilling journey of my life so far. And I know this moment will fade quickly when compared to finally holding these bundles of joy in my arms. I take none of it for granted. God has blessed me beyond measure and I am excited to embark on this new adventure.
Vanessa Lynch is metro editor of the Killeen Daily Herald. Contact her at firstname.lastname@example.org or 254-501-7567.