In my last post, I promised some news. Even I could not have imagined the news I’d be sharing this week. It has been a wild year so far with still so many changes ahead – hopefully all for the better.
My big announcement was that I’m pregnant, now 23 weeks! We had been trying to adopt a baby for over a year and we were not making any progress so we implemented the much more fun, plan b. We’re thrilled and so excited to meet our newest addition.
Apparently, that was not enough excitement and right into my second trimester, we got some bad news. My husband who has liver disease (PSC: primary sclerosing cholangitis) and ulcerative colitis was told he had to have his colon removed due to advanced dysplasia following a routine colonoscopy. It hit him and us pretty hard, but we didn’t have much time to process it all. Two weeks later he was in surgery.
The surgery was successful, however; his already overworked liver didn’t appreciate it. His liver numbers shot up and we discovered he was now eligible for a new liver through the Cleveland Clinic. Last year, we had started the process of getting wait listed in other regions. Unfortunately, California has one of the longest waits for a liver transplant so we didn’t have much choice than to start planning for surgery elsewhere.
After 10 days, he was released from the hospital to be rushed to the airport to fly to Cleveland. We’ve been in Cleveland a little over a week and are impatiently awaiting a call for an offer for a liver. He is still first on the list (your scores last one week through UNOS and then they have to report an updated number).
We moved from a hotel to a house yesterday and I’m thankful to have a kitchen and a best friend close by. We have amazing friends and family that serve as our cheerleaders. If you rock stars are reading this – THANK YOU for all the love and support. Even if we don’t answer our phones, we love hearing your voices and reading your texts and emails.
I knew pregnancy would be eventful and challenging for someone who felt so strongly about adoption, but I could have never dreamed up this story. And let me tell you, hospitals and hormones do not mix well.
I’ll do my best to keep everyone updated on Nick or at the very least let you know how I’m losing the daily pastry battle (never ever have I craved sugar this much).