The Beginning

I would like to start off with a little background on Abigail's story. Before getting pregnant with Abigail, Michael and I had been trying for a little bit, but I should tell you that I have something called PCOS. It makes it very hard for me to actually get pregnant. My Doctor helped us get pregnant with the twins by giving me something called clomid (it helps the egg release) he said that it might be my only pregnancy and I have a 3% chance of having twins- would I be okay with that? Of course I was definitely okay with having twins. Well we had our beautiful twin boys, Lucas and Nicholas. When I had them I was 36 weeks a long and I didn't get to hold them once they where born because both of  their right lungs had collapsed. They ended up being perfectly fine, but deep down I knew that this wasn't my last pregnancy. I also kept telling people that for my next I hoped I would get that mother- child moment to actually deliver and hold the baby right away. So, now fast forward to Fall of 2018. We started trying again and once again I wasn't able to get pregnant. This time we were actually struggling more. I had a few rounds of clomid and I was starting to get frustrated with myself.  While all this was going on, Michael was finding out that the job he had been at for over 8 years was going to be laying people off. Yes, he was one of them, but thankfully God heard our prayers and he found a job right away. In March of 2019, we found out we were actually pregnant. I was so excited I got a hold of my Doctor right away because I needed to get Progesterone so that I wouldn't miscarry. The doctor confirmed the pregancy and got me the medicine I needed. I also asked to have an early ultrasound to see how many babies we were having! It sounds funny but you never know when you’ve already had twins! At 7 weeks pregnant we had an ultrasound that confirmed we were having only one baby. After that the next 13 weeks where normal. I was able to actually workout everyday. I was very sick at night though right after I put the boys to bed but it wasn't bad. During this time, I  would be lying to you if I didn't tell you that I always worried about losing the baby. I would be going all day and not feeling the baby kick, so I would sit down and pray for the baby to move and then the baby would move and I would be okay for that day. But, I remember telling my mom I was afraid that something was wrong. But I was actually talking about actually losing the baby through a miscarriage. I couldn't wait until July 17th to make sure everything was okay.  That day I will never forget-that day my world was shattered. However, before that I should say, like every mother before you find out the gender of the baby you try and pick out a name. We had the hardest time coming up with a boy name. Both of us really didn't have any we loved- the one that we thought was okay was Alexander. But for some reason I just knew we would have a girl, or at least I was hoping we would. Before meeting Michael, I had always loved the name Giuliana and everyone that knew me knew I wanted that for my daughter’s name. Well, I was still not okay with the boy’s name, so I was searching online one day and I typed in Christmas baby names. The name Abigail came up and the meaning and I remember reading just the meaning -"Fathers Joy." It hit me really hard. I fell in love with that name even though I had always wanted Giuliana. In that moment, Abigail was the only name I wanted. I texted my mom the name and meaning and she said she loved it. I asked her not to tell anyone because I knew if everyone found out I was having a girl they all knew I would have a Giuliana and I wanted to shock everyone. I had to surprise everyone some how. So now we are at the Big day!

This Picture was taking the weekend before.

Love,
Mother of a Miracle