A doctor told me I had fibroid tumors in the summer of 2005. I was 34 years old, single and had not had any children at that point. I was a personal trainer and had just launched my first fitness video, “Love Your Legs”, ran three times per week, and felt completely healthy. But, when you hear the word “tumor” and “uterus” in the same sentence, you can’t help but worry. Was I going to be okay? And what about having kids?
As I write this in 2016, now married, our new son baby Oliver sleeps quietly in his bassinet. His presence is surreal. His journey here was a long three-year process while I remained a present and positive mother to my first son, and ran my international fitness accessory company, SPIbelt. Oliver is my second child and simply a miracle for so many reasons. I never thought I would have a child through a surrogate mother, but I could not be more happy and blessed for how the story unfolded.
The Diagnosis and the Doctor.
After my fibroid diagnosis in ‘05, I was fortunately referred to Dr. Thomas Vaughn, the best fertility doctor in Texas. He assured me that the removal of my fibroids would not affect my fertility, but he also told me that if I wanted to have kids, I would need to have them within five years because of my age, and the fact that fibroids grow continuously.
So I scheduled my first myomectomy (the surgical removal of fibroids from the uterus that allows the uterus to be left in place) around my 35th birthday, and Dr. Vaughn successfully removed eleven tumors from within the walls of my uterus.
A Long Road to Now.
Nearly five years later, on schedule with Dr. Vaughn’s suggestion, I was pregnant with my first son and delivered him via C-section (because of the myomectomy) at the age of 39. At that time, I was a solo starter, meaning I had chosen to have a child on my own without a significant other in my life. During the pregnancy, the fibroids were there, but luckily they didn’t cause any issues for me or my son.
I had my second myomectomy about a year after my son was born. The fibroids had grown so big since my first surgery and twelve fibroids were to be removed this time.
Around 2012, with plenty of time to recover after my surgery, I decided to try for another a child. I figured that since I was able to have a baby after my first surgery, I would also be able to have one after my second. This is when things got tough.
Although the fibroids and being in my 40s didn’t make things easy, I was fiercely determined to have a second child one way or another. For a year and a half, my patience was tested. I experienced false alarm after false alarm, and I waited on too many negative pregnancy tests. But I didn’t want to give up.