December 10, 1995 the day I looked forward to all my life. The day I was supposed to meet my Jonthan VanWalter Cox for the first time in the nine months I carried him. In order to understand this journey completely, I have to go back a few months. I am married to the most amazing man in the world. He is a tad bit older than me so the process of having children may have been a challenge. So, after severl attempts (he didn't mind this process) and nothing happening, we had him checked out. He cleared. IT WAS ME? I was the problem??? I have three sisters that have had NO problem having children. So, why me? I'll get to the "why me?" in a bit.
I saw several Doctors, some of whom need to hang up their coats and play golf all day. No compassion what so ever!!!! Test upon test, only to have each month no more closer to having a child than when I first started. Then a friend told me about a wonderful Doctor in Dallas, Dr. Bertruand. Seems to be the best. So, we made our appointment, drove to Dallas and walked into his office. The first thing that hit me was a picture on the wall........12 children leaning on a porsche. Now, I thought how cute that was. Must be all his nieces and nephews....OH NO!!! Those were ALL his....I knew at that very moment, we are in the right place. This man knows what to do.....
I had to have surgery to clean out all the endometricious and be on hormone replacement shots for 4 months. That was when I KNEW my husband loved me. Let's just say, I wasn't the easiest person to live with. In fact, he hid my gun. Now come on, I would never be tempted to use that.....okay, he was smart in hiding that......
I finally got pregnant.....HALLILUHAH!!!!! What's a girl to do, celebrate....I tried to be somewhat healthy in eating...so, banana spilt seem most logical....fruit, calcium, nuts....ALL there......So, I made a habit of eating those....so much so, I got written up in red after steping on the scales at my Doctor's office. Seriously?? After three months of this red ink punishment, I started feeling like a faliure. Not sure what made me feel that way, oh maybe the way in which the nurse handled it. She would make a big deal about having to open a drawer and pull out a RED pin to mark that I have once again failed. Oh brought memories of grade school all over again....I started sweating going to the Doctor. So I would strip when it came time to weigh in.....I told her my hairspray weighed at least 4 lbs...NOT amused....So, here comes my, "OH MY GOSH, 40 LBS OVERWEIGHT DOCTOR" waddeling in to tell me I'm overweight???? OKAY...I started writing my checks in red ink....
My due date, December 10, 1995...The day came and the day went....
