Meet Jake Anthony: Catching Up (If that's even remotely possible)...

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Catching Up (If that's even remotely possible)...

I'm convinced that having a child pushes you into some parallel universe where life runs at much faster speed than normal. My last post was Dec 30th and here it is, Jan 30th already...how the heck did that happen?!?!?! And where did January go exactly???? At this rate, I'm going to be 70 in the blink of an eye...LOL

I never did get a chance to catch up on Jake's Christmas, but it seems a bit late for that now, no? All in all, it was WONDERFUL!!! I'd have to say, 4 years old seems to be about the perfect age for whole Santa experience and he was really, really into it. We had to leave milk and cookies for Santa (and a note for Uncle JJ telling him NOT to eat them), and we all had to be in bed early for fear he would pass us by.

In the morning, we woke up in my bed (he's allowed to come in anytime after 5) and for a few minutes, he actually forgot it was Christmas. We laid there and laughed and snuggled and we were playing and then it was like he just suddenly realized what day it was. He was mid sentence talking about something else and then, WHAM, he jumped to his feet, vaulted off my bed and bolted for the door. The morning was just magical with Jakey running down the stairs yelling "mommy, nanny, he came, Santa came!!!!" And as nanny and I tried our best to get ourselves downstairs he came up and down giving us a report of what Santa had brought... "Mamma, did you never know that Santa brought me my own BIG house?!?!?" And on and on and on... Then we had Aunt Bear, Scuzzle and Poppy over to our house for Christmas dinner and we all had a great time (especially shooting Aunt Bear's marshmallow shooter).

January seems to be mostly a blur, with Jakey getting back to school and me getting back to work. The Jets shocked everyone by making the playoffs and Pops and I actually went out to San Diego to see them beat the Chargers and then this past weekend, we flew to Indy to see the Colts beat us. All in all, we had a crazy and fun time and even with the loss it was well worth going...though I still haven't caught up from being gone.

As always, lots of germs going around in school and we've had several colds, fevers and the dreaded stomach virus (twice now) where it isn't possible to even keep water down... not fun. But despite a runny nose or tummy troubles, he's still one of the happiest kids I know and still remains the best part of every day!!!

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About Jake Anthony

Jake was born on Aug 19, 2005, he weighed a hefty 9lbs 10oz, was 22 inches long (before you say "ouch" it was by C-section) and was welcomed into this world by his mommy, nanny, pops, uncle JJ, LaLa, Aunt Bear, Aunt No-No, Aunt Amy, Aunt CC, Aunt Razz, Aunt Titi, Aunt GG and Aunt Tracey (soon to be Aunt Dana too). To say he was a "dream come true" would be the understatement of the century!!

I had always dreamed of being a mommy and for some reason, had always wanted a boy. (So much so, that I enrolled in the MicroSort clinical trial for gender selection and had the sperm sorted to increase the odds to 85%.) Jake was conceived using IVF and donor #1876 from Fairfax. The donor selection was a VERY serious process including a thorough analysis of every detail imaginable. In the end, the pool was narrowed down to four possible choices, and each of the Posse (his group of Aunts) had an opportunity to evaluate the bio and stats and vote for a 1st, 2nd, and 3rd choice. The votes were tallied and actually, there was a tie between the one we called "Giraffe" and the one we called "James" (because he looked a lot like my brother). For the initial attempt, I went with Giraffe, but after no luck with 2 AI cycles, I switched to "James" (1876) and transitioned to IVF.

The first IVF attempt resulted in 8 eggs, 6 of which survived the fertilization process and 5 of which made it to day 5. PGD testing revealed that there was only 1 healthy normal embryo in the mix and luck would have it, it was a boy! The pregnancy, however, lasted only 8 weeks before I was told it was a non-progressing pregnancy. After that VERY big disappointment and weeks of waiting (and a DNC...uggh), I had the opportunity to try again.

This time, I was rushed in at day 3 and told that the 3 remaining fertilized eggs would not make it to day 5. The absolutely FUNNIEST part of this whole story involved my mom. I had not planned to go to have the procedure on Day 3, so my mom and I had to scramble to get there. (I received the message so late that they actually had to stay open late for me and I had to drive up from South Jersey 3 hours to get there....talk about driving at the speed of light.)

So, my mom meets me and we drive up together and on the way up I tell her "mom, no matter what they say, I only want to put 1 egg back in. I'm having this baby on my own and we already have a strong history of twins in the family and I don't want to risk ending up with 3! Mom, I really need you to be with me on this because they always push you to put more in to increase the odds of success." To which she replied, yes, no problem, I understand."

So, we meet with the doctor and he says, you have 3 remaining embryos, we couldn't do the PGD so we have no idea if any are normal (let alone the sex), so I'm recommending you put all 3 back in. My eyes open wide and I say "ALL 3????" I turn to my mom and she says "I agree with the doctor"...LOL!! And before I knew what hit me, off I went into the surgical suite...

And the result, is the most lovable, adorable, smart little boy in the whole world...hope you enjoy reading about him even half as much as I enjoy raising him...