by: Donna Bliss
Our story seems like it started a lifetime ago. After getting married
kind of late at 35 years old and having maternal feelings kick into high
gear, getting pregnant was the next logical step. It seems I spent my whole
life trying not to get pregnant – first college, the first job, then the
entry into the corporate world, but I was ready to be a mom.
We began planning our family and immediately got pregnant. Wow that was
easy! But the sad news is within eight weeks I miscarried. After two more
years of trying, I resigned myself to the fact that we needed to go the
fertility treatment route. It took 18 more months but we finally became
With excitement, we went in for a routine checkup only to find out that
this baby was not meant to be. The pregnancy was not "viable," because my
hormone levels were not adequately multiplying. The doctor injected a drug
known as methatrexate into my system to self-abort and to reduce the chances
of my needing another D&C. The drug didn't work, and another dose was
I was concerned because I never did feel right after that but attributed
it to the emotional roller coaster of losing this baby, too. During my next
checkup the doctor discovered a tiny but strong heartbeat. No one knew how
but this baby survived all of this! The little trooper was holding onto
life. But because methatraxate is a drug given to treat uterine cancer
patients, it causes severe birth defects. Although our hearts did not want
to give up, we reluctantly scheduled a D&C and our little one left this
After another year of fertility treatments with a new fertility doctor,
and yet another miscarriage, I once again became pregnant. I will never
forget the day I conceived this child. Despite the fact that the fertility
clinic was closed for the holidays, they opened their doors for us, because
it's a very small window of time that the procedure will work. It was 1999,
the day after Christmas, that we conceived our child.
There were a few scares along the way.
What should have been the most exciting times of our lives was filled
with trepidation and fear. Some time passed, and I began severely cramping.
Everyone was concerned about whether I could hold onto this baby. My fears
were soon put to rest when the results of the amnio test came back stating
that I had a perfect – yes, perfect – little girl growing inside me!
Despite having contractions at 27 weeks, my little girl hung on, and 20
hours of labor and one C-section later, Jillian Nicole Bliss was born. She
was worth each tear and every bit of heartache we had previously endured.
Jillian turns 2 on September 13 and is the love of my life. She is
beautiful, smart and makes me laugh out loud. She loves the beach, duckies,
"woo-woos," (dogs) airplanes, broccoli and wearing Mommy's high heels. She
truly is our MIRACLE BABY.
Happy 2nd birthday, Jillian Nicole!