After trying to conceive for 26 months, I learned on my brother's birthday (12/16) that I was finally pregnant. The first round of IVF worked. I knew this pregnancy was a miracle from the beginning, but I never knew just how much of a miracle.
During the IVF process the doctor was only able to retrieve one egg. The doctor was disappointed, as were Brian and I. The doctor explained that we may have to try an egg donor if this doesn't work. Brian and I kept our heads up high and prayed all would work. It did! The doctor said, "Someone was one your side." The nurse stated, "I am shocked", she couldn't believe it worked.
Throughout the pregnancy, I considered myself lucky. I have friends who are still trying to conceive and can't. I would look at them and think "I remember that, I am so glad I don't have to do that again." I remember rubbing my stomach everyday and anxiously awaiting the birth of our little baby. I continued to think back to the IVF process and I did feel lucky that the one egg they retrieved worked... there had to be reason.
After getting back the autopsy results on Wyatt, I found out just how much of a miracle Wyatt actually was. Wyatt lived for 29 weeks and 1 day with HLHS and Hydrops. Not just HLHS, but the worst case ever. Wyatt's HLHS cause his left side of his heart not to function (which is what HLHS is) but it also caused his right side to compress causing his heart to hardly beat.
Every beat of Wyatt's heart was a miracle. For our son to live for 29 weeks and 1 day with a heart that was hardly beating was a miracle. Our little boy had a purpose here, he fought to show us that purpose, and for Wyatt, every second was a fight.
Wyatt's purpose was to show us that although life may be a struggle, you have to live it, you have to fight. There are many others who have it worse than you do. You have to remain strong and find your purpose.