Growin’, Growin’, Growin’ (Sing it to The Black Eyed Peas beat)

That is exactly what Bebe has been doing!  Last week Lucy, Bebe, and I met in Tampa to hear and see just how Bebe was growing.

First stop was our birthing center where we did the initial visit and went over all the medical records, legalities, finances, and all that jazz.  Once all that was done Lucy and I (mostly me) was taught how to check my own urine for protein and sugars and how to record the results and my current weight in my chart; it is called patient participation.  After the full exam and culture we were able to hear Bebe’s heartbeat on the Doppler and it was nice and strong.  I asked at least twice what the heartbeat was but now I can’t remember (and Lucy is sleeping since it is her work week so I can’t verify).   It was a very good visit and kicked our prenatal care off to a good start.

After leaving the birthing center we headed straight to the perinatologist because Lucy wanted an ultrasound done and we were able to do the first trimester screen at the same time.  The screen was a combined ultrasound screen and blood test.  The blood testing measured the levels of plasma protein-A (PAPP-A) and human chorionic gonadotropin (hCG). Combined with the Nuchal Translucency test (ultrasound) that assesses the risk of having a baby with a chromosomal defect by measuring the clear space in Bebe’s neck, the perinatologist is able to identify if there is an increased risk of Down Syndrome, Trisomy 18, or congenital heart defects.  Bebe’s measurements were perfect!  Here is Bebe saying, “Hello Friends!”

Lucy, Ricky, and their family were really hoping they would be able to find out the sex of Bebe since we were having the ultrasound done at the perinatologist but Bebe wouldn’t even give them the chance because he/she was sitting indian style and was bouncing around like crazy.  It was probably still too early to see anything but a clear shot of the general area would have been the icing on the cake.  Last picture:

Our next appointment with the midwife and the perinatologist will be on May 17th and we will be 18 weeks pregnant.  The midwife visit will be a routine visit and the visit to the perinatologist will be for the second trimester screen.  Instead of doing the Multiple Marker Screening or the triple screen (blood test) that is most common in an OB/GYN setting, we will be doing the Stepwise Sequential Screening which will be another ultrasound that when combined with the first trimester screen and the quad marker test it will produce a highly accurate (90-95%) prediction of chromosomal abnormalities.  We will also be able to see if Bebe is a boy or a girl at that visit!!

So, this week we are working in the 13th week of pregnancy and that means we are now in the second trimester!  This weekend I was able to start back on my allergy medicine.  The pollen count is horrible right now and I was really feeling miserable.  Ever since the first dose of Claritin I have not felt queasy!  It feels wonderful to feel so good!

I’ve only tried four times to use the Doppler that Lucy sent because it is hard and it makes me really frustrated.  I’m getting better at it but I once I find Bebe’s heartbeat I can’t keep it long enough to record it.  I can find my own heartbeat clear as day which sits in the 70’s but finding Bebe’s whose rate is in 150’s is illusive.  I tried to do exactly what the midwife did, but I don’t get the same results. Big sigh….

Five long weeks until our next appointment, I’m going to have to start sharing my getting fat pictures with you since I won’t have anything new to show from Bebe unless I can keep the heartbeat long enough to record it.  This has been the first pregnancy that I haven’t really felt good consistently in the beginning and the first pregnancy that I made it to the second trimester without any weight gain.  Things have shifted, that is for sure but now will probably be the time I start growing my second booty butt, the added layer of back fat, third and fourth thighs, and my second chin.  Sweet!!

Growin’, Growin’, Growin’.  Let’s get it started in here!

© Pocketbebe, 2010

Livin’ On A Prayer (Special Easter Edition)

When I was going to school to become a cosmetologist we were told to never discuss the big three, the trifecta of client downfall: religion, politics, and sex.  I’ve never really been down with keeping quiet about tough subjects and eventually ended up working in a salon where all three were discussed openly and sometimes at length, it was awesome and kept things interesting.  Much more interesting than double knee surgeries, BM schedules, and hip replacements the Florida retiree set likes to chat nonstop about. 

While I certainly don’t agree with some people’s version of the truth and they have the right to not agree with mine, I am always fascinated to follow someone else’s train of thought that led them in forming their opinions and conclusions.  If I were the kind of person to put a bumper sticker on my car it would read, “Screw Taboo, Let’s Talk.”

Writing a personal blog is fun because it not only chronicles the events of my life during this surrogacy, I also get to share my opinions, beliefs, and my train of thought.  I get to choose my exact words, words like “crotch” that embarrass my mother and entertain others, as well as paint the picture of what I see and want you to know.  The reader audience then gets to decide if they want to read what I have to say.  Pretty cool system, eh?

So today I’m going to narrate the thought process I went through when I addressed gestational surrogacy in terms of God, my faith, and my church community.  In effort to keep a highly complex yet simple subject area condensed and to the best of my own ability coherent, I’m going to keep it short (ha ha)and directly related to gestational surrogacy while hopefully still contributing the right amount of detail to provide satisfaction.

God:

I believe God is the uncreated creator of the universe.  I believe that God knows everything and anything at all times.  I believe that God gives, sustains, and takes away life.  I believe He is just in those decisions even though it is incredibly hard on us.  I take seriously the responsibility to make decisions that are pleasing to God and that bring Him glory.  I also know that I sin constantly and fall short.  I believe and know that despite falling short that I still belong to God through what Christ did on the cross.  I love God and I fear God.  I ask God (God, Jesus, and the gift of the Holy Spirit) to be with me and guide me in my daily life and the decisions I am responsible to make.  I ask for forgivness and receive it when I repent.  I ask for discernment in the desires of my heart and for him to show me (through the words in the bible, the Godly people who surround me, strangers, events, circumstances, and my own personal relationship with Him) what He wants me to do.  

Faith:

Just because we have certain technology doesn’t mean we should always use it and just because we can’t physically do something ourselves doesn’t mean we shouldn’t seek alternatives or ask others for help.  There are a lot of areas in the world of infertility that I don’t find biblical and wouldn’t partake in but there are areas/procedures that I do think are within Godly limits.  The bible tells us that even before we were born He knew that we were meant to be.  I believe that even babies that are conceived and achieved through teen parents, drug addicts, rape victims, adoption, fertility treatments, in vitro, surrogates, and (in another one of my own experiences- hence the falling short I mentioned above) premarital sex with The Husband are still lives that God knew about, sustained, were meant to be, and have Godly purpose.  It may not always be for any reason we understand, “For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the LORD (Isaiah 55:8).  These babies sometimes arrive surrounded by controversy and many times with consequence to those involved, good or bad sometimes (usually a combination of both) but nonetheless I believe they arrive by a force and a reason greater than us.  I can’t say I know for sure exactly what God thinks about my specific situation with Lucy and Ricky or gestational surrogacy in general anymore than you, my pastor, your pastor, or the Pope thinks they can. It isn’t an area that was mapped out by Him in exact detail for us to know.  I trust and have faith that my decision to be a gestational surrogate along with the decisions that govern my surrogacy agreement are biblically sound.

My Church Community:

Our church community is rather large and I’d say only a small minority even know who I am and what I am doing.  I know that as Bebe grows The Husband and I are going to be doing a lot more explaining on what exactly is going on. 

So far, I have been very blessed.  Anyone who has spoken to me directly has seemed to be sincere and respectful about what I am doing, although I don’t really know what is going on behind my back, lol.  At any rate, the feeling I get from most women in my church community is a mutual understanding of what it feels like to be a mom, what it felt like wanting to be a mom, and sometimes what form it takes to become a mom.  They have all seemed understanding of the desire of a parent to want that genetic link to their child even if that means that someone else has to do the carrying for them.  I am honored and thrilled to be in the presence of their friendship and the support for what I am doing is beyond words.  Having said that, it doesn’t mean ALL of them have come to the same conclusions I have.  Despite that, they still pray for me, laugh with me, cry with me, and love me.   

 Now, most people in our church community have wondered or asked what does the church think?

In the beginning I spoke to the current and past women’s ministry leaders about my desires and plans on becoming a surrogate.  Later I spoke to our head pastor in which I have always felt I’ve had a special relationship with.  His fatherly advice was that he didn’t desire for me to be a surrogate and it was hard to hear that as his personal opinion means a lot to me, but I also felt like I was being clearly called to be a surrogate.  Sidebar: I want to clarify that while I always felt spiritually driven to this decision, I did question myself (constantly) because I didn’t want to be deceived by my own heart or disobey the Lord.  Our church community is amazing and it means a lot to me and The Husband.  In talking with our head pastor I needed to know from a pastoral perspective if what I wanted to do and the specifics concerning the surrogacy was cause for church reprimand or violated moral code.  I wanted to know how the church would respond if someone marched up to the church office demanding to know if they knew what I was doing and what they thought of it.  I was told that my surrogacy situation was not immoral, that I (and my family) wouldn’t be cast from the church family, and in not these exact words that if anyone marched up to the office they would be told it wasn’t any of their concern.  Obviously, I was happy to have received that response.  Of all the risks I’ve assumed in this entire journey the consistency of the church position is actually the one that scares me the most and the one that continually sends me to my knees. 

I want and desire to live a life that is rooted in the Lord because that is the life that will bring me satisfaction and provide the grace I need.  I thought our pastor summed it up well when speaking to the teens about when they make plans for their lives if their plans don’t include God, Jesus, or the church they might as well run head on into a concrete wall and hope they don’t hurt themselves too much in the process.  I spent too many years of my life running head on into that concrete wall, hurting myself and then trying to figure out how to repair the damage.  Navigating God’s plans for my life usually are never clear cut, never make perfect sense and sometimes they are downright hard but I know that living for Him and the growth I see from the constant conversion of my heart in the process leaves me feeling more fulfilled and gives me more freedom than I could have ever imagined and that is why, in all the areas mentioned above, I really needed to take the notion of doing a surrogacy so seriously.

© Pocketbebe, 2010

LIFE (like the 11 part series on Discovery but 29 weeks longer)

Well hello there, long time no chat!  Things are moving right along and I have a lot of catching up to do for you!

Bebe’s Blog:

Two developmental weeks have gone by since I blogged last.  A week ago Bebe was nine weeks old and looked like this:

and was the size of a grape (the red one, Bebe is not a runt!)

 

At 9 weeks Bebe was about an inch long and started to look more human. Essential body parts were all in place even though they’ll be fine-tuned and fully developed in the coming months. Baby’s heart finished dividing into four chambers during the week and the valves started to form — along with Bebe’s tiny teeth. The embryonic “tail” is completely gone and Bebe’s organs, muscles, and nerves were kicking into gear. The external sex organs are there but won’t be distinguishable as male or female for another few weeks and while the eyes are fully formed, Bebe’s eyelids are fused shut and won’t open until 27 weeks. Bebe has tiny earlobes, and mouth, nose, and nostrils are more distinct. The placenta is developed enough now to take over most of the critical job of producing hormones (hence the weaning of the artificial hormones!!). Grow Bebe, grow!

This current week is week 10 and as of right now Bebe looks like this:

Amazing that at only ten weeks Bebe has now completed the most critical portion of his/her development. The pregnancy is ¼ over with ¾ remaining, we have counted down 10 out of 40 weeks.  This is the beginning of the fetal period, a time when the tissues and organs in Bebe’s body rapidly grow and mature.

Bebe is swallowing fluid and kicking up a storm. Vital organs — including kidneys, intestines, brain, and liver (now making red blood cells in place of the disappearing yolk sac).  Bebe has tiny nails forming on his/her fingers and toes (no more webbing) and peach-fuzz hair beginning to grow on tender skin.  Bebe’s limbs can bend now. The outline of the spine is clearly visible through translucent skin, and spinal nerves are beginning to stretch out from the spinal cord.  Bebe’s forehead temporarily bulges with his developing brain and sits very high on his head, which measures half the length of his/her body.

My Time:

I’ve started weaning off the medications and so far that has been good, I was worried I might have some cramping and spotting.  Fingers crossed it continues to be uneventful.  Listed below is the weaning schedule from nurse YC in Miami:

3/19/2010: STOP patches. Estradiol tablets 1 pill every night. Progesterone vaginal capsules 1 every morning and 1 every evening. Progesterone in oil ½ cc every night. Continue baby aspirin and prenatal vitamins. 

3/26/2010: STOP estradiol pills. Progesterone vaginal capsules one every evening before bedtime. Progesterone in oil ½ cc every other day.Continue Prenatal Vitamins and Baby Aspirin 

 4/02/2010: STOP baby Aspirin,  STOP progesterone in oil, STOP progesterone vaginal capsules. Continue prenatal vitamins!!!!

Lucy has started her regimen to begin getting her body to be ready to breastfeed Bebe when he/she arrives in October.  Information that she found is located here under breastfeeding protocols. 

Last week I went on a two night three day field trip to Tallahassee to study the state government with my daughter’s fifth grade class.  Some of the highlights included watching the kids do a mock trial in the Supreme Court House, visiting a Florida history museum, IMAX film on ocean life, both the old and new Florida State Capitol buildings, and the never to be forgotten school bus breakdown in Georgia after visiting a plantation.  Good times, good times.

 I managed not to gag or throw up in front of anyone and that was in part to a little something called Sea Bands that I wore nonstop.  I didn’t ride the school bus very often but when I did, even the Sea Bands couldn’t keep the queasy away nor did they help any during the IMAX film BUT they did allow me to get myself out of bed in the morning at the booty crack of dawn.  Since I’ve gotten home, the pit of disaster (laundry, toys, and/or dog), has swallowed one of the precious Sea Bands whole and now I only have one,  which renders it useless.  Here is a picture of the Lone Ranger that didn’t help keep the allergy drip down this morning.  I guess it is back to CVS and another ten spot to keep me moving along.

This is the first pregnancy that I have felt this queasy this constantly and there is much deliberation going on in my mind because of it, is it the fertility medication? Is it because I might be carrying a boy this time instead of having a fourth girl pregnancy?  Is it because I have gotten more sensitive to pollen and environmental allergies over the past years?  Age?  What it is, is the million dollar question!  Ideas anyone?

© Pocketbebe, 2010

Bebe Bits & Disclaimers

What a week blog world, what a week.  On top of spending the first ten minutes of every morning gagging from the mingling of allergy related postnasal drip and the existence of Bebe, the week was devoted to finally getting all the business and personal information to the accountant so we can get our taxes done.  In years past this day usually involved at least a few full glasses of wine but this year I sit in blissful silence (The Husband took the two little girls on a special outing and the oldest is in her room reading) and feel happy to be writing you. 

So, I’ve been contemplating on how to continue writing this blog as I seem to have a split readership.  Besides my family and friends, Lucy and Ricky have their family and friends and then there are fellow surrogates and intended parents who read also.  The fact that anyone bothers to read this other than Lucy blows me away and I thank you, thank you, thank you all for that.  However, it does make me cringe a little when I write about ALL the medical aspects and happenings to my “Lady Town” when I know my dad or some unsuspecting family member of Lucy’s from Germany is reading the blog and may be getting more than they bargained for.  Believe me, I never suspected when starting this blog that I’d have so much crotch talk going on, but I want to continue it because I can only wish I’d come across a blog that told me there was such a thing as progesterone capsules AND that they were 100% better than progesterone suppositories.  I find it to be my calling and my duty to not back track now. Fellow surrogates, I do it for you (I’m giving you the secret surrogate salute and holding high a glass full of sparkling white grape juice).  I know, I’m a lot like that middle daughter of mine, I can’t help myself.

I’ve decided to always give you Bebe’s update first and then below that will be my section of ramblings.  Here is your disclaimer now:  In an effort to present the most complete version of this journey I may at times focus a lot of talk on my private parts.  This talk may not be suitable for certain readers and especially those who may not enjoy graphic detailing of all that may, can, and will occur during fertility treatments, pregnancy, and childbirth.  While I believe I am hilariously witty and find this all fascinating I know that a certain percentage of my reader population may not.  In an effort to spare you unpleasant thoughts that may linger further into the future than you may appreciate or anticipate, you will from now on find this warning “CROTCH WATCH” posted prior to any information you may find potentially disturbing and/or life altering.  Anything you read after said warning is read at your own risk.

Bebe’s Blog

Last week Bebe was 7 weeks old.

And the size of a blueberry.

Bebe’s hands and feet started to develop along with little eyelid folds.  Both sides of Bebe’s brain is growing and the liver is making red blood cells until bone marrow forms and takes over doing that job.  The appendix and pancreas is formed and a loop in the growing intestines is turning into the umbilical cord which now has blood vessels to carry oxygen and nutrients to and from Bebe’s body.

As of today, March 5th, Bebe is 8 weeks old and looks kinda like this:

Bebe has webbed fingers and toes and the eyelids almost cover both eyes.  Breathing tubes are being developed down the throat and into the lungs and primitive neural pathways are being formed in the brain.  Bebe is the size of a kidney bean and is constantly moving and shifting.

We will get to see an ultrasound picture of Bebe again on Monday and by then Bebe will be 8 weeks 3 days old.

Keep growing little one!

My Time:

Health wise I am feeling really good.  Other than feeling tired and the gagging that started this week I don’t have a lot to complain about. Yet…  I’m going to email Miami soon to find out what a tentative weaning schedule for the meds looks like because I am so done and over the Progesterone injections.  I want to start counting down.  As of today I know I will need to be on them for at least two more weeks, but I need a finish line to focus on.  I’ve decided when I am finished I am going to take all three of my sharps containers to the dump (which is a designated sharps location) and take a picture of the dump employee holding the containers for my scrapbook.  It’s the simple things in life that make me smile.

CROTCH WATCH:  The boobs are starting to take on a life of their own and while they look nice and full they are similar to an exhibit at a museum, there to taunt captivated viewers but off limits to touch.  As of the first ultrasound the ban on intercourse has been lifted and for those partners of surrogates-to-be, that totaled 28 days of a sex free life.  Gasp, gulp.  There was no physician enforced abstaining prior to the transfer since my husband had previously been man enough to brave the outpatient clinic for a little rubber band and scalpel time.  According to my current (semi legalistic) bible study book, Lies Women Believe and the Truth That Sets Them Free, we are terrible sinners for that decision, even hell worthy in some religions but we aren’t sweating it too much cause we “gotta have faith, faith, faith,” or at least repent and accept “grace, grace, grace,” if Nancy Leigh DeMoss indeed speaks the absolute truth in her book.  She also claims that “natural family planning is the mother of abortion,” chew on that Catholic believers. Whoo-doggies.  I’m tired, hungry, and getting a little silly (who quotes George Michael or Nancy DeMoss these days?), time to exit the blog and go watch Tosh.O.

  

Bebe Portraits

Tuesday was exciting because it was the very first ultrasound to see Bebe!  Lucy and Ricky flew to Tampa and our appointment was at 1:15.  It has been confirmed that there is only one bebe growing and its heart was beating at a beautiful 121 beats a minute.  Below is the video and I’ve tried to guide you to the general area by the way of the box.

 Bebe was six weeks and four days old during the ultrasound and this is a more accurate representation of what bebe actually looks like.

 The next ultrasound is scheduled for March 8th and once we reach ten weeks I will begin to wean off the medications and will be released from the fertility clinics. 

Last week I was able to make the switch from progesterone vaginal suppositories to progesterone vaginal capsules.  The suppositories are super nasty yuk and the minute you insert them they melt.  Once they melt you spend the rest of the day (until you get to insert your second dose and start all over again) with a snotty progesterone drip that in my case decided to chemically eat away at my sensitive skin down in Lady Town.  The capsules couldn’t arrive quickly enough and thankfully Lucy had gotten Freedom to make it so I didn’t have to sign for them.  Needless to say, anything would have been better than the vaginal suppositories.  I will even go as far to say I’d rather do a double dose of the progesterone injection before utilizing the suppositories ever again, but the capsules are my new best friend and we compliment each other well.  Once they melt they tend to stay put minus a few granules of powder here and there- so, in my humble opinion if you have the choice, you want capsules verses the suppositories; don’t suffer needlessly, your very own Lady Town will thank you.

Until next time when I come up with more handy dandy information to share with you about my private parts, I bid ye farewell.

© Pocketbebe, 2010

Dollars & Sense

Oh, Snap.  I’m really going there.

PART I: Surrogate’s Perspective

I think it is part of our nature to be curious about things, figure out how things work.  Some things can be easy to understand, the black and white of our lives while the more complicated gray areas require us to take pause and sometimes gather knowledge prior to declaring our stance on an issue.  I remember some of the times when I’ve failed to gather information, ponder, and understand the issue at hand prior to running my mouth; I often made judgmental, insensitive remarks and essentially made an ass of myself.  Unfortunately, surrogacy isn’t only about carrying a baby for someone else; it also encompasses addressing the critics.  So, why I feel this post teeters on the line of being tacky, I write it to those who are generally curious to understand the difference between what is called a altruistic surrogacy and a reimbursed/compensated surrogacy, not to those who stand with puffed up chests spouting off hurtful comments that surrogates are baby sellers and only carry babies for monetary gain. 

First, let me explain that surrogacy tends to have a few confusing use of words that are commonly used and that while surrogacy is a gift, it is also a job.  It is considered a job in that a surrogate is required and expected to do certain things that they themselves agree to, but not in the way that you receive a W2 or a 1099-MISC at the end the calendar year.  Surrogates, surrogate agencies, and lawyers actually do themselves a disservice sometimes by adding to culture’s misunderstandings of surrogacy by using the word “compensation” for what is really termed “reimbursement.”  The legal contracts of most surrogates will contain something along similar lines:

                “It is the intention of the parties herein that any reimbursements made to the surrogate is not considered payment of fees or compensation.  The parties understand that all monies paid to the surrogate hereunder is in the form of reimbursements for her expenses, time, inconvenience and pain and suffering; and , also as support for the yet unborn child and delivery of same and the surrogate’s expenses related to the same.  Surrogate is not an employee of the IP and because she is not being paid fees or compensation she does not qualify as an independent contractor requiring a 1099 tax form and reporting.”

Truly, there really is no such thing as an altruistic surrogacy so for the most part when someone speaks of doing an altruistic surrogacy they mean the intended parents (IP’s) are only paying for costs associated with medical care and legal work.  A “reimbursed” surrogacy is where the surrogate is reimbursed for medical expenses, legal expenses, other expenses, time, inconvenience, and pain & suffering.  Every surrogacy contract is as unique as a snowflake and differs in many ways, all depending on the IP’s and the surrogate’s beliefs and boundaries.  Most commonly there are two sections that cover the reimbursements in a contract; the first one is Special Procedure/Events.  This category represents (with individual dollar amounts) what a surrogate will be “reimbursed” should certain procedures need to occur.  Some examples of things that may appear in this area would be: amniocentesis, selective reduction, miscarriage, abortion, multiple pregnancies, cesarean birth, maternity clothing, life insurance policy costs, lost wages, and loss of reproductive organs.  The second category, Living Expenses, means those expenses incurred by the surrogate during the term of the agreement that are necessary to provide for or assist in meeting her regular living expenses.  This financial number is the larger number that partially covers the surrogate’s existence from the time of a positive pregnancy test to the delivery.  It also covers the time (physicians visits, pharmacy visits, driving time – I am a three hour round trip to our fertility clinic and delivery destination), inconvenience ( vaginal progesterone suppositories), pain & suffering (delivery –vaginal or c-section, injections, side effects of fertility medication, swollen feet, heartburn, sitting on the toilet for over 30 minutes when constipation hits, etc.), and expenses like paying for childcare to attend appointments.

I imagine the “Living Expenses” category and the number associated with it is where people outside of the surrogate community decide to pass their judgment.  Let me clarify that unless you are a surrogate for Sarah Jessica Parker or some other financially wealthy intended parent who decides to gift you gobs of money outside your legal contract for carrying their baby, you are not going to walk away from doing a surrogacy having received in cash more than what you gave emotionally and physically to the entire process.  Anyone watch when the Little Couple from TLC went to the surrogacy center in California and the cost it was going to be to them to use that agency?  Outrageous!  The agency is the one benefiting financially from that arrangement.  Another misconception is that surrogates receive a big lump sum of money like when someone hits the jackpot in the state lottery, it simply isn’t so.  A good lawyer working for the IP’s will make sure that reimbursements are dispersed in increments as the pregnancy progresses and as the surrogate upholds her responsibilities.

There is usually a range that can be requested by surrogates depending on whether they are experienced or not.  The range is also different between traditional surrogates and gestational surrogates.  A first time gestational surrogate can usually have a base “Living Expense” reimbursement up to $25,000 to $30,000, though it is usually much lower around 15,000 to 22,000.  An experienced surrogate can ask for more should she desire as she has shown success with fertility treatments and her body’s abilities.   

I am doing a reimbursed surrogacy and the question I’ve gotten is, “Do I feel it is morally wrong to ask for reimbursement?” The answer now and from the beginning is no.  A surrogacy is something I wanted to do to help someone have a child but is also something I am not able to do without help.  I don’t have the extra resources necessary for the wear and tear to my vehicle to drive to Tampa for appointments (sometimes weekly), the fuel for vehicle, childcare for my kids for appointments, the trips to Miami. My time is valuable to my family and while I balance it as well as I can between work for our own business, my children and their activities, and volunteering my time, taking on the magnitude of responsibility required to do a surrogacy isn’t something I can justify doing without reimbursement.   

Would we ever dare ask an athlete who has been blessed with certain physical abilities to play a potentially dangerous sport without receiving something to benefit his time spent in preparation for his sport or time away from his family?  While a teacher doesn’t teach because they receive a large salary, do we ask them to endure all they have to endure in a day because they are supposed to love children and if you love children shouldn’t you want to help them without reimbursement?  The preacher works right in the house of God, for God, do we make him feel like he should care for all the needs of the congregation as a volunteer?

At any rate, I can only speak for my motivations as a surrogate and why my contract looks the way it does.  I hope this post has helped demystify some of the things that transpire in the surrogate community along with satisfying the curiosity that tends to manifest within all of us.  I’ll never forget the day so many years ago when Kate Gosselin showed her midsection (pre tummy tuck), much to my curious satisfaction, on their show; I was so happy Kate had the cojones to “go there” and address what it was that everyone really wanted to know anyway.

PART II: Intended Mother’s Perspective

Jaymee Giddings is an intended mother who kindly is letting me republish an entire post from her blog titled, Our Surrogacy Adventure.  I began following Jaymee as I started on my own adventure in fall of 2008.  The surrogate, Bump Fairy, that wrote Jaymee asking the question below has since then ended up on her second surrogacy journey as Jaymee’s surrogate!   Thanks ladies for sharing and many blessings on your journey. 

Bump Fairy wrote:

Jaymee, you speak so highly of surrogates. How do you feel about the compensation aspect? I’d love it if you could post your thoughts, as an IM, on that issue. Being called a “back alley baby seller” never feels good, and from my seat it feels like people suck all of the good out of the journey just because of that one detail, as if it is not a good thing unless it is “free”. But the people speaking those words have never been in your shoes, I wonder how it is viewed from your side?

Wow, are you sure you would not just like to know the meaning of life?

It would be wonderful to live in a world where everything was free, time ran as fast or as slow as we needed, and every problem could be solved with a hug and a kiss. Unfortunately, we live in a world where everything, including the air at the gas station, costs money. We as a society have agreed that the paper with dead white guys on it is how we are going to trade goods and services, and yet somehow we have made it something dirty when it comes to particular goods and services. I guess I could give my surrogate a $25,000 piece of jewelry, like a friend of mine received from her husband after the birth of their first child. That would then really feel like buying a baby and what a more degrading way than with something bright and shiny like you use to distract small children.

For me the compensation came down to taking an honest look at what money was being paid out and what that money was for. Reality is that being pregnant costs money, you eat more, you need new clothes, you need more help with you own children, you have to travel to doctors’ offices and worse you have to sit in doctors’ offices. Then there is the physical toll that pregnancy takes on the body, weight gain, swelling, being uncomfortable, heartburn, hemorrhoids, morning sickness, not seeing your feet, loss of sleep, limited mobility, and a thousand other things. Of course, there is the big pink elephant on roller skates in the middle of the room, the baby/ies have to get out, and that is something that is not pretty, I saw the film in health class and that is some serious pain and suffering. Of course, this would be assuming that she was getting pregnant the “old fashioned way”, which is not how this works. So add to all that the injections (done by her significant other or herself), hormone overloads, and all the other lovely things that come along with regular infertility treatments. Now tell me that you would be willing do that for free for a stranger.

In making, my decisions throughout this process I have tried to put myself in the shoes of our future surrogate. This is hard to do at times, because I have never been pregnant and cannot fully appreciate what pregnancy is like. I consider myself to be a very generous person, I give to charity, donate my time, and think nothing of going out of my way to help others, but short of doing this for my sister (and even then there would have to be some really nice Christmas presents) I would never put myself through all that for nothing. Sure, the knowing that I helped fulfill someone’s life dream would be an amazing feeling, but realistically I do not think that many people are that altruistic.

This is Joe-bob and mine’s child who is lucky enough to have another woman willing to get them through the gestation period. This is going to sound like I am insane but bear with me for a moment. As a teenager, I was clinically depressed and my parents, who loved me more than anything, sent me to a boarding school where people could help me in a way that my parents were unable to at the time. Those people were paid to care for me when my parents were unable to, and nobody would expect it to have been any other way. I am unable to care for our child through gestation so we are sending it to someone who can. I do not see any difference in me going to boarding school and using a surrogate. Maybe I am stretching it here but I really see these things as analogous.

What our surrogate will give to us is something that no amount of money could ever repay. How much is the appropriate amount for a dream? So realistically, the compensation that she is getting is simply for her pain and suffering, and I believe that she deserves every penny.  At least this way I do not feel the need to follow her around for the rest of her life laying rose petals at her feet or erect a temple in her honor.

In reality, she is not just giving us the chance to be parents. Going through this process is giving us the chance to heal from years of disappointment, intense pain, and so many moments of agony. Infertility takes away so much of your dignity, self-respect, confidence, trust and faith in humanity; it makes you bitter and makes the world a horrible place to live.

Before we started this process, I did a lot of work on myself. Bringing all the pain and hurt of infertility into a surrogacy takes away from the beauty of the process. If you are going to be jealous of your surrogate and think that you are less of a woman, because another woman is carrying your child then you and your surrogate are in for a very long journey. From what I have seen of others’ experiences it is these feelings that lead to misery for everyone involved. This is not a process for the weak; you have to know who you are and where your limits are to get through this, which goes for both parties. People are going to question what you are doing and say some of the most horrible things you have ever heard straight to your face. That is why being in this for just the money will never work; there is not enough money in the world to make anyone go through what surrogacy asks of you. It is a beautiful and amazing way to begin a family. It is also difficult and emotionally draining.

Bump Fairy, I hope this answered your question. Thank you for all the love and support you have given me through this process, you truly are an amazing woman.

© Pocketbebe, 2010

Growing Beta

The beta number for Wednesday, 2/10, was 468.  That is good news!  Tomorrow will be our last beta and also the day I will become five weeks pregnant.  Many people have been asking about the chance of twins; so far, our beta numbers have been consistent with a singleton pregnancy.  We will find out for sure at the ultrasound on Feb. 23rd.

This past week, week four, Baby Center told us that the pocket bebe is the size of a poppy seed.  The primitive placenta is made of two layers right now and the amniotic sac (which houses the baby), the amniotic fluid, and the yolk sac (which produces the baby’s red blood cells) are present.  Picture representation below:

When I was down in Miami on bed rest Lucy sent me some research that she had found on what exactly happens after a five day transfer.  This is what we found out.

This is what happens in a 5dt:   (the link also provides info. for a 3 day transfer)

-1dpt ..embryo is growing and developing
0dpt… Embryo is now a blastocyst
1dpt….Blastocyst hatches out of shell on this day
2dpt.. Blastocyst attaches to a site on the uterine lining
3dpt.. Implantation begins,as the blastocyst begins to bury in the lining
4dpt.. Implantation process continues and morula buries deeper in the lining
5dpt.. Morula is completely implanted in the lining and has placenta cells & fetal cells
6dpt…Placenta cells begin to secrete HCG in the blood
7dpt…More HCG is produced as fetus develops
8dpt…More HCG is produced as fetus develops
9dpt…HCG levels are now high enough to be immediately detected on HPT

I can’t find the site now, but something we read about 2dpt was about how the blastocyst and the uterine lining send signals back and forth prior to the blast attaching.  We decided this communication looked similar to the blinking arrows on the tops of our BlackBerry phones; you know BB owners, the two thick, little, yellow arrows going in opposite directions of each other in the top right corner of the phone. 

More information can also be found at: www.advancedfertility.com

In our research we also came across a site titled Sensitivity Comparison of Pregnancy Tests, and that was informative.  We used e.p.t., First Response, and Target brand once we were already pulling good positives.

That friends, is all I have to report today.  The Husband and I are hosting a couples Valentine’s Day cocktail party and dinner tomorrow evening.  Most of the food is being brought in and we rented the community center so we don’t even have to put forth any effort to clean the house or hide the dog.  I have about five dresses lined up that are calling for me to try them on.  I’ve got a 1950’s bright red number straight from my friend SL’s magic closet that I am dying to try out, along with the most precious matching red shoes.  PRECIOUS I tell you.  It better fit as this may be the last few weeks (fourth pregnancy and all) that I can zip myself up into cocktail dress and manage to pull it off.

Oh, and oh my goodness, I found out that Captain Phil from TLC’s Deadliest Catch died from a massive heart attack this week!  Deadliest Catch is one of our favorite TV shows; my husband and I get hooked “on the crab” each and every season.  Phil Harris of the Cornelia Marie is and will always be my favorite.  I am truly sad blog world…

© Pocketbebe, 2010

Bebe Blessings!

Lucy and Ricky are going to have a baby!  I am pregnant with their baby!

Home pregnancy testing began on Tuesday, Feb. 2nd which was 6dp5dt (6 days post 5 day transfer, it was a 5 day transfer because the blastocyst had developed for five days after fertilization prior to being frozen).  Anyway, home test #1 was done at 7:20 am and I had to cover the results window so Lucy and I could see the results at the same time over Skype.  When we were able to meet up on the computer later that morning I was holding my breath as I began to look.  It took a special kind of eagle vision to read but I saw the line oh so barely there.  We were EXCITED!  We immediately went into the bathroom (Lucy via computer) and I did another test.  The line showed up darker the second time.  Two faint positives on day six, we were happy. I couldn’t concentrate on a single thing all day, I was so jacked up on adrenaline.  I’m sure both Lucy and I alternated between extreme excitement and worry that whatever blasts were attempting to make a home might at some point decide to change their minds. 

7dp5pt Positive home pregnancy test and the lines were darker than the previous day.  The levels of hCG in my blood were becoming more concentrated. Yay! The blasts hadn’t decided to get out of Dodge and for that we were glad.  We decided to do a “for fun” blood draw to get a count of the hCG present (also called a beta).  I went to the lab but of course I went to one who told me after they drew blood that they couldn’t do the results STAT (quick) and that the number wouldn’t be available until the next day.  That sucked!!  The next morning Lucy got the results and the beta number was 45 from that draw (Lucy’s had been 41 on that day with Little Ricky). Yippee!

8dp5dt Positive home pregnancy test.  Lines turning faster and getting darker.

9dp5dt Positive.  “For fun” beta draw and this time I went to the hospital lab so we could get STAT results.  The beta was 117.

10dp5dt Positive.

11dp5dt Positive.

12dp5dt TODAY!!  Beta levels 252.

I will have two more draws, one on Wednesday, Feb. 10th and Friday, Feb. 12th.

The beta levels have continued to rise over the days and we feel confident at this point to declare that the transfer was a success! 

I am considered 4 weeks and 3 days pregnant and we will have a due date of either October 15th or October 16th.

Our first vaginal ultrasound will be on Feb. 23rd where we will hopefully see bebe-to-be and hear the heartbeat.

We both feel so incredibly blessed as this was the one shot (without starting a whole new fresh cycle) Lucy and Ricky had for creating a sibling for Little Ricky. God willing we will see this through to the middle of October.  We are happy, happy, happy!!!! 

I’m singing Celebration by Kool & The Gang in my head right now.  I’d be doing a little Irish jig if I weren’t warming my bum for my nightly injection.  Bring on the Progesterone; we’ve got a baby to grow!

© Pocketbebe, 2010

Transfer Details

D’Ann:

I really want to take a nap but I know I promised you details of the transfer.  I hope you enjoy!

The flight and everything to Miami was perfectly timed and we got to the hotel in time for Lucy to give me my progesterone injection.  Lucy told me I needed to eat 1 cup of pineapple for the next three days, starting that night per the instructions of the acupuncturist; something about the something in fresh pineapple being good for FETs (frozen embryo transfers).  After eating the pineapple my mom and I were both pretty tired so it was a quick transition to sleep time and before I knew it, transfer day was upon us.

The morning of the transfer I enjoyed a LONG, hot shower as I knew it would be 48 hours before I got another one.  We all dressed in matching transfer shirts that had a pink Pocket Bebe logo on it and I began drinking my first required bottle of water to help fill up the ole’ bladder.

 Lucy picked up my mom and I and we headed over to her house where Lucy’s parents, Nana and Ay-Yi-Yi, along with Little Ricky were waiting for us.  Nana had brought a Mexican King Cake that someone she knew created for the occasion and I was told to make the first cut, no pressure or anything, but to cut and find one of the four plastic babies that were hidden in it for good luck.  For further history on the King Cake within the Mexican/Spanish tradition click here.  Well, the very first cut, I landed on a baby.  We ended the cake cutting with two little Mexican babies; we felt optimistic and thanked God for bringing us this far in the journey while remembering that the outcome of the day was ultimately up to Him.

After arriving at the clinic, I had my first session of acupuncture with Noelle who was super awesome; I felt totally relaxed and almost giddy when she was done.  It was a little stressful wondering about the state of the embryos and if we were even going to have a transfer but Lucy said she’d be working on figuring that out while I relaxed. Most surrogates usually get prescribed Valium to take prior to a transfer but either our clinic doesn’t use it or they forgot to order it with my meds.  I wasn’t upset with not having it, I was actually very happy; I don’t like feeling out of control and loopy (unless I’m at a Rascal Flatts concert or my 30th birthday party and margaritas are the reason).  Plus, I have a tendency to say inappropriate things when in those kinds of states, usually consisting of much talk about the abundance or lack of abundance of someone’s bust size or liberally using choice four letter words to over emphasize my thoughts and feelings.  I think I was spared great embarrassment to myself (especially because we videotaped the whole event) with the absence of this little drug and I felt much more at ease without it then with it.

Prior to my own transfer, I was able to attend a transfer with Surro Friend, and I was surprised that the room mine was taking place in was just a normal exam room.  Hers had been in a sterile surgical room type of setting and mine just seemed anticlimactic in comparison. Nobody had to dress in blue gowns, paper booties, or paper hats -except the embryologist.  Though the room was just normal, I did notice that they kept the medical supplies in a rolling tool chest like the one my grandpa used to store his greasy wrenches and screwdrivers in when I was little.  I don’t know why I’m mentioning that, other than that was what I saw.  My neck was horribly uncomfortable and while we waited Nana suggested I use my folded up jeans as a pillow and that helped a ton.

A few minutes later I was totally prepped for a transfer even though nobody had come to talk to Lucy about the state of their blastocysts yet.  I figured something must be there to transfer or they wouldn’t have prepped me and had all of us ready and in the room.  The embryologist finally came through her little magical side door with pictures of two blastocysts in her hands.  I was relieved and then instantly about started to cry when I heard she’d needed to “defrost” ALL four of them to get those perfect two.  This was our ONE and ONLY shot.  I prayed that God wanted this for Lucy and Ricky as much as we all did. 

The lights were dimmed for the main event and all of “Lady Town” was on display to everyone as Dr. B came in and began doing her thing.  It went pretty quick and I realized how bad I needed to go potty when the speculum was in.  We watched as both the little bebe blasts were shot into my uterus arriving in their little fluid bubble to the designated spot.  Two vaginal progesterone suppositories later (these are INCREDIBLE fun by the way, NOT) my bottom was raised up above my torso to wait.  I had a second 30 minute session of acupuncture in this position which was probably best as it didn’t feel as if might wet myself at any moment.

After the acupuncture the nurse came in and dressed me, underwear and all, which I thought was weird but then figured most women at that point probably still have Valium in their systems and can’t do it for themselves without risk of falling off the exam table.  I got to use the restroom which was real interesting since I was trying not to push at all while doing it. 

I walked out of the bathroom and out of the clinic where we took a ton of pictures and then I got in the car with my mom, Nana, and Ay-Yi-Yi.  Lucy and Ricky went separately and stopped off at a church to pray.  Lucy called Nana several times on our trip to the hotel to make sure I was lying down and had my feet up on the window.  Once at the hotel, I got in my jammie pants and right into bed.  Nana and Ay-Yi-Yi went to get my mom and I Panera for lunch but were ordered by Lucy to leave immediately after delivering it so I could rest.

For the next 48 hours, we ate food that Lucy and Ricky would bring over, watched TV, and talked.  I didn’t watch a single movie or read a single book and the time seemed to go fast.  The next day after the transfer, Lucy brought me her laptop which was able to connect to the internet when mine wouldn’t but I didn’t have the energy to do more than read a few blogs here and there between my hefty napping.  I think I had a hormone headache from the extra 400 mg of progesterone I received after the transfer and that lasted for about 30 mind numbing hours.

On Friday at 4:30 pm I was sprung from bed rest and washing my hair NEVER felt soooo good.  We went out to celebrate the transfer by eating at a beautiful restaurant called the Rusty Pelican with Lucy, Ricky, and Little Ricky.  The food was excellent and we were right on the water, it was gorgeous.  Lucy and Ricky gave me an amazing necklace that has three separate crosses that overlay each other representing the Godhead and our own journey as surrogate mother, bebe, and mother.  It was perfect.  Lucy concluded our evening by giving me my Progesterone injection in the parking lot while I leaned over the hood of her Honda, looking at the vibrant moon as it shimmered over the bay. I was sure we might end up on an episode of COPS at that point.

The next morning Lucy dropped my mom and me off at the airport and before I knew it we were back at home and our amazing trip to Miami was over.  Now it was time to continue meds, wait, and pray.

Lucy:

It now seems like the transfer was a long time ago. The experience was a magical whirr of warm fuzzies and excitement. It constantly amazes me that D’Ann would willingly adhere, insert, inject and ingest medications just so we could have an opportunity to love and enjoy another child. Really incredible. I could not be happier with the results of our transfer. The blasts were absolutely beautiful and seeing them float into the depths of D’Ann’s endometirum reminded me of Horton Hears a Who somehow. It seemed like they were tiny specks of children floating along happily in their culture liquid, but once examined more closely under the microscope, a jumble of cells busy with potential. I can imagine them yelling “We’re Here, We’re Here!” Obviously I read too much Dr. Seuss.  Now, we wait and wait and wonder and wait. I have been here before and it’s not fun.  In the mean time we will be dissecting every possible sign and symptom until we reach testing time.

© Pocketbebe, 2010

P.S. Plan on checking back tomorrow Feb. 8th for more news!

Shake-N-Bake Bebe

My middle child loves attention, so you should have seen her at school dismissal on Wednesday afternoon when with a grin similar to the Cheshire cat, she announced that her mom was, “having a baby and giving it to someone else.”  Her group of six and seven-year-old girlfriends stood huddled together waiting for me to deny this outrageous claim while my daughter reveled in the shock value of it all.  I instantly had a flashback of when our oldest daughter, at that very same age, told a girl in her first grade class that babies did NOT come out of bellybuttons, they…wait for it…come out of your private parts!  PRIVATE PARTS! I’ve heard the mother’s reaction to her daughter’s new knowledge base didn’t please her very much and all I could do was think “at least she didn’t clue her in about life in the Sudan, Hitler, or heaven forbid- that the tooth fairy wasn’t real.”   THAT is the kind of information that can leave some real permanent damage on a young and unsuspecting soul.

At any rate, the book we ordered- The Kangaroo Pouch by Sarah Phillips Pellet, finally arrived the other day.  The book is good but not all that I had wanted it to be.  I think I’d like to create my own book.  Any Children’s Lit agents out there want to guide me right into a major publishing house?  Is that asking too much?  Yeah probably, I will just go ahead and add that to the prayer list.  Anyway, the book is a good tool and the Kangaroo story is helpful.  Our biggest goal with the girls is to stress that the embryos were created by Lucy and Ricky.  Lucy is the egg mommy, Ricky is the seed daddy and that makes the bebe belong to them.  Lucy’s tummy can’t keep the bebe egg safe for the right amount of time so she is using my tummy to grow the little pocket bebe and when the bebe is done growing and ready to live outside my tummy, the little bebe will go home to live with the Ricardo family.  We won’t even approach the possibility of two babies in my “tummy oven” unless that possibility becomes reality.

My appointment at the clinic on Thursday was quick and painless.  I left at 5:30 am, arrived at 7:15 for the appointment, was seen at 7:40 and out of there at 7:55.  The ultrasound showed that the lining of the diamond encrusted uterus was indeed thickening.  Miami clinic emailed at the end of the day to say that everything was looking good and to actually cut down from two estrogen patches to one.  I was back in town by the time my weekly small group met at 9:30.  I actually noticed most of my girlfriends’ cars still at Dunkin Donuts where they were consuming the massive amounts of coffee that fuels our two plus hours of nonstop talking as I passed by and beat them to the church.  That comment actually makes me laugh because as a kid we sometimes got donuts from the donut shop in the morning and I remember all the farmers and their wives in there having coffee and swapping talk.  Makes me feel like an old fart. 

Lucy has been super busy being wife, mommy, doctor, and student.  A self-professed schoolaholic she is currently studying for her latest conquest, comprehensive exams for her Ph.D.  Hopefully when things calm down a bit for her she will be able to contribute a few posts. 

I read a funny blog post the other day about my cousin’s birthing class and all that she learned in preparation to have her first baby.  Apparently there was a guy there that kept everyone shaking their heads in disbelief; they named him Vodka Sex and his antics had me laughing out loud.  Click here to read it!  Just for the record, I personally LOVE, LOVE, LOVE the mesh underwear you get from the hospital after having a baby. 

Many prayers going out to Haiti, the Husband and I texted a $10 donation to the Red Cross yesterday and it was the easiest thing I’ve ever done.  By the way, the cell phone companies are lifting any texting fees if you donate to Haiti over texting.  To donate to the Red Cross you text the word “Haiti” to the number 90999.  They then send you a text telling you to confirm that you really want to donate $10 by replying back with the word “YES.”  The $10 is then added to your cell phone bill.  Pretty cool!

© Pocketbebe, 2010

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