Today I am going to do something a little different. I am going to talk about something very personal to me. My son's birth story. First, I need to give you some background leading up to it. I will go into some details not meant for every viewer! At the age of 23 I was faced with, what I would consider a horrific decision on where I would ever have a child of my own. I had for years been battling cancers in my "lady parts" and was faced with the reality it just may never happen. I was in such a horrific place in my life because it was my ultimate dream to one day carry and have my own children ( yes, I know I could have adopted). Talk about "GET YOUR CRAP TOGETHER AND GROW UP"!!

My life just had not taken that road in stead it was a mess of failed relationship attempts, several serious operations and health complications really preventing the right time to have a child. I was in no condition to conceive on my own and was faced with the tough decision to in fact schedule a hysterectomy. As I sat in the Doctors office I remember thinking this was it, I was going to be left with an empty place. After discussing this with my doctor we both felt that at the time insemination would in fact help balance my hormone levels to help with some of the "lady problems" I was having. I would love to say that road was easy and fun and end the story right there. We tried for one and a half years to have a child. I had a miscarry and an ectopic pregnancy which landed myself with serious complications and I almost died!