In 2016, I married the love of my life and best friend. Like many other couples, we planned on starting a family, sooner rather than later. As soon as we got back from our honeymoon, we decided that now was the time to start trying. After a few months of it not being as easy as Teen Mom makes it seem, my wife spoke with her OB. They did some blood work and ultimately found a mass on her brain, which turned out to be non-cancerous, thank God, but it was keeping her hormones slightly out of whack. Once we got that under control, we continued on our path to create a baby.
A couple of more months go by and no baby, so her OB put her on some fertility medication and gave us a strict super romantic (…………..) regimen for baby making. All was unsuccessful. He suggested that, maybe before upping the dosage for my wife’s medication, that I go get checked just to cross that off the list.
I went to a super sterile and cold office one day to deposit my best baby making formula in a cup, never once thinking about the possibility of the outcome. A couple of days later, I got a call from the doctor. There was no sperm in my semen. The one thing that I had to do in this whole process, and it wasn’t happening. I wasn’t going to have kids. I wasn’t going to be able to give my wife the one thing she had always wanted in life.
We both had a weekend of freaking out and drinking our blues away with friends, and then got right back on the road to getting and/or making children. We found out that I was a carrier for the cystic fibrosis gene which created a mutation that caused me to not develop vas deferens, thus trapping my sperm and not giving them a tunnel out.
BUT, there was good news! After a simple (albeit INCREDIBLY PAINFUL) procedure, we could still have kids! They would need to take sperm out of my testicles with needles (yes, they numbed me, and yes I still felt it, and yes I passed out for a few seconds), take eggs from my wife’s ovaries, and combine them in a lab to make our embryos and then transfer the embryo(s) back.
Our first IVF cycle was unsuccessful. We were devastated. We had such a long road of “no”, we thought that this was going to be our “yes”. We mourned that negative pregnancy test with anger, sadness, and confusion. We prayed to God and looked for answers that we didn’t quite yet have the answers to. We talked for a while and decided that we would do one more cycle and if that didn’t work, we would take a break. We were emotionally exhausted, and my wife was physically exhausted from all of the fertility medication. Our second cycle, we transferred two embryos with the hopes of at least one sticking.
During the transfer we decided to play “Drunk In Love” by Beyonce. She must’ve rubbed the twin magic off on us, because God answered our prayers and I am now the father to the most amazing twin boys, Jack Carson and Cam Dawson. As long as the nights (and days) are, I can’t help but be thankful that we got this far when so many don’t. I am overwhelmingly blessed to get to be the father of these two boys and I can’t wait to see where God leads them in their life.