[stylist] Exciting news

[KajunCutie926 at aol.com]

Congratulations Bridgit all the way around!  I  love this blog!  It makes 
me smile hugely and reminds me of my own first  pregnancy.  Again all my good 
thoughts and wishes on all  fronts.
Myrna
 
 
In a message dated 4/2/2012 3:41:07 P.M. Central Daylight Time,  
bpollpeter at hotmail.com writes:

So I am  not sure if I've shared my professional exciting news with
Stylist. I've  been a blogger for the Omaha World Herald's Live Well
Nebraska.com website  for more than a year now. My blog is frequently
featured in the Living  section of the Herald's newspaper, and I found
out a couple of weeks ago  that my blog will now also be featured on the
Herald's websites Momaha.com  and Omaha.com. I also was contacted about a
potential book along the memoir  genre after my blog was viewed. I'm
working on some possible pieces to  submit. This is exciting for me and
hopefully will continue to lead to new  opportunities.

In light of this awesome news along with my exciting  personal news, the
pregnancy, grin, I thought I'd share my original blog  about the
pregnancy news. Thanks for those of you who have supported my  blog.

I look down at the object in my hands. So small and slim, and yet  able
to carry life-changing news. Cradling it, my mouth stretches in  silent
revelry. Ross holds my face between his hands as we stare  quietly,
breathlessly, into one another's eyes. And just like that, the  last
three years slip away like distant memories.

The waiting room  buzzed with quiet commotion. Ross and I gripped each
other's hands; his  right, my left. Anticipation settled throughout our
entire bodies. The  nurse announced our names, and we paced towards the
doctor's room with  barely contained excitement. We were consulting a
high-risk obstetrician  about a potential pregnancy.

After months of discussing it, we decided  to seek medical advice. I've
been a type 1 diabetic since I was  four-years-old. Any diabetic
pregnancy is considered high-risk, and I knew  diabetic women who had
successful pregnancies; why should I be  different?

Being different is the story of my life. I should have known  better.

We left the doctor's office, trudging towards the elevator,  wanting
nothing more than to get out of there. Our hands reached towards  one
another as though a magnetic energy manipulated us. All I felt was  cold.
A deep landscape barren, desolate. Blustering winds tore at my  bones.

Two more doctors would deliver the exact same blows. "No, if you  were
pregnant, you will die and possibly the child." What parent gambles  on
those odds?

Ross sustained me through the hurricane leaving us  weak, homeless, but
standing.  In each other, we found a sliver of  joy.  We rebuilt our
life, picking through the fragments.   Strength came in silence, hope,
love.  Together we stood, in sickness  and in health,
'til-death-do-us-part.

Strength came fresh and  renewed, but longing seeped into every aspect of
life.  My dream, my  hope to call a child mine, was never out of reach.
Every turn, every  encounter picked the healing scab away.

The pregnant women on the bus,  complaining of aches and pains that I
would never experience.  The  mother's at the park swinging giggling
children, pushing chattering babies  in their jogging strollers.  Rain
soaked the land, smudging the  landscape into a blurred image.

Torn, battle-scarred, wanting to just  let it go, we picked at the scab
once more. Longing is a tough addiction to  break. We asked a new
endocrinologist if a natural pregnancy was possible.  We expected similar
results.

"Oh, it's perfectly possible; and if  anyone can do it, you can."

Shock, excitement, elation, confusion-so  many emotions merging together.
The clouds parted and for once, I felt a  small ray of joy caress my worn
features.

Four months were spent  preparing. A diabetic bootcamp, following a
strict regimen just to even  try. Appointments with every specialist
imaginable; test upon test, lab  after lab. Weeks of trekking to and from
appointments, then, we were given  the greenlight, the okay to finally
pursue a dream we thought broken and  unattainable. We still readied
ourselves for disappointment; we were  cautious with our fragile hearts,
expecting a long, tedious  journey.

Yet here I am, holding this precious device, a pregnancy  test,  in my
trembling hands. I look up at Ross as he holds me in his  strong, steady
arms. I can not visually see his face, but I search him, not  sure if I'm
dreaming.

He holds me close, kissing my forehead, then  my lips. "We're having a
baby."

And just like that, life  changes.

To date, both baby and I are doing well. It's been fourteen  weeks, and
we're going strong. Strength is our badge of courage, and I know  Ross
and I have created a fighter, just like me, just like us.

My  doctors and I are constantly monitoring both the baby and my health,
which  is what any pregnant diabetic must endure. There is no reason to
believe  September twelfth will bring anything but happy news-the  due
date.

So prepare, readers, for more updates as the weeks chug  along!

Sincerely,
Bridgit Kuenning-Pollpeter
Read my blog  at:
http://blogs.livewellnebraska.com/author/bpollpeter/

"History is  not what happened; history is what was written down."
The Expected One-  Kathleen  McGowan


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