My husband and I attempted in-vitro for the second time on April 1st, 2004 (April Fool’s Day). They implanted 4 really good embryos, but the blood pregnancy test I took about a week or so later came back negative. They told me to stop taking the progesterone shots, and that I should get my period in about 2 weeks — which I did.

Well, the next month came and I was late. I also started feeling a little sick and my back hurt. My sister convinced me to take a pregnancy test and after a few days, I did. I was so shocked and elated to see those two little pink lines, that I had a hard time remembering my husband’s cell phone number.

At first, we thought we got pregnant on our own. But when we went back to the fertility doctor for an HCG test, it came back at 61,000! The nurse told me I was a mystery to them and to come back the next day for an ultrasound. I still remember how shocked I was at seeing the heartbeat. The doctor told us I was already nine weeks along! Apparently, I had a delayed implantation.

Things seemed to be going okay until I had an amniocentesis done at 19 weeks. When they did the ultrasound, they said the baby’s heart was on the wrong side of his chest and he had a mass in one of his lungs. My heart sank to the floor. I thought for sure we were going to lose our baby boy. They ended up diagnosing him with a possible CCAM (congenital cystic adenomatoid malformation). Basically, he had cysts growing in his lung. From that point on, I had to have ultrasounds every two weeks and then weekly to watch for heart failure in the baby.

Luckily, towards the end of my pregnancy, the cysts shrank, but they still didn’t know if he would be able to breathe on his own or not. Well, he came out crying and peeing to everyone’s delight! He stayed in the NICU for two days just for observation, but he was pretty much breathing fine on his own.

Even though the cysts shrank initially, we were told that he would have to have them removed because it could cause problems later in life. When he was three months old, he had another x-ray done and the mass in his lung had grown. So, we went back to the same hospital and Peter had half of his lung removed. Turns out he had four different things wrong with his lung. The doctor told us it was one for the record books.

I’m happy to say that Peter is now two years old and the cutest and sweetest little boy in the world. Other than his small scar, you would never know there was anything wrong with him. We’ve truly been blessed! I hope you’ve enjoyed reading my story and found encouragement if you needed it. If you’ve gone down the infertility road like I have, please check out our special section on In-Vitro Cards. Thanks for visiting my website and I hope I can design an announcement for your little miracle too.