My birth story, Part III | Atlanta child and baby photographer

Ok, the saga continues. If you’re new around here and want to get caught up, here are the previous posts: Part I and Part II. Now that the housekeeping is done, I will continue with the story. Yes, I had a miscarriage and didn’t tell anyone in my family. Why? I really didn’t want them to feel sorry for me. Plus, I didn’t want to put them through that heartbreak. My husband was very good support for me and I was alright. I mean, I knew it was a possibility, even though I was still surprised by it. I accepted it because bad things happen all the time. We just have to move on and keep trying.

Anyway, my gynecologist told me that we should wait until I completed three menstrual cycles before we tried again. I agreed. I didn’t go back on birth control because I just go off of birth control pills and didn’t want to start it just for three months. We just tried the rhythm method. The problem with the rhythm method is that since it had been so long since I had to calculate when my period was starting, I was a bit rusty. Let me back up to the beginning of this story before I give you the punchline.

It was 2004 and it was the year of our fifth year anniversary. That year, we decided to go to Belize for our celebration. The odd thing was that on all of our other vacations, never once did I have my period. This particular time, my period started while we were traveling to Belize. To be precise, it started while we were at the airport. Not only that, I had to purchase some feminine products from one of the airport stores. Not only were they super expensive, but they gave me a see-through bag to walk around the airport with.

Needless to say, this was a downer but we persevered. We arrived on the main island of Belize and then hopped a prop plane to Ambergris Caye where we were staying. I had never, ever been in a plane that small. I think there were less than 30 people on that plane. I felt like a giant as I was boarding because I had to walk hunched over so that I didn’t bump my head.

It was an uneventful flight (thank goodness) and we landed in what appeared to be or used to be a baseball field. I thought we were landing in a little shanty town and started to dread our decision of traveling there. We deplaned and were led to this little, dusty building that looked like an old Greyhound bus station. Correction, it looked like an actual Greyhound bus without the wheels. Anyway, we were picked up by a little van that took us down this dirt road to the condo we were renting. The only other vehicles on the road were golf carts and bicycles.

When we arrived, it was like night and day. It was like we were in paradise! The beachside was glorious! We had such a wonderful trip. That was the first time that we went snorkeling and it was an adventure in itself. In fact, we went snorkeling with nurse sharks. Actually, I think I’ll share that story another time. 

Anyway, we had the best time and when we arrived home, we did the horizontal mambo, as some people call it. While in Belize, we were too tired for extra, extra curricular, plus again, my cycle. Well, it turns out that that Saturday was probably my most fertile day. Oops.  I guess waiting for three cycle totally went out the window because of my miscalculation. 

“We don’t make mistakes; we just have happy accidents.” ~ Bob Ross