Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Mother's Day

Since I was 9, I wanted to be a mom. That's when my sister Krista was born and I fell in love with her and taking care of her. Amanda and I shared the room next to her and I still remember some nights hearing her cry and getting up before my mom could. I remember rocking her to sleep and singing primary songs. I knew that was all I wanted to do as soon as I grew up.

Life doesn't really go the way you plan. I went to college and got my degree. I found a wonderful man to commit to forever. I took a job and James and I decided to let fate decide when we got pregnant. A year went by. Two years went by. Three years went by. James graduated. I was promoted at work. Four years went by. I started to read more about what might be wrong. I went to my Primary Care doctor. I went to an OB Specialist. I went to a Reproductive Endocrinologist. I turned 27. We were approaching 5 years of marriage.

Last Mother's Day, I was blessed to borrow my beloved nieces Liz and Madi. I cannot tell Karla what it meant to me to have a baby in my arms on that day. I still cried myself to sleep like every year, but I felt such love for those girls and I had renewed hope. These are my little women last year:

Then, an amazing blessing. My colleague and his wife got pregnant through the Idaho Center for Reproductive Medicine office in Utah. He talked about it and mentioned I might like to call them. I'd been burned and didn't think much about it. He emailed me the number and I still ignored it. Several weeks later, I finally made the call. I was in their office within the week. Right away, I knew they were different. They looked at ME and MY situation. Not just the normal "take Clomid and call me in 3 months." As soon as they got a picture of my needs, they set up an aggressive treatment plan. Clomid, shots, bi-weekly ultrasounds to see how it was working, HCG, progesterone and perfect timing. 15 days later, I got my blood work back and I was PREGNANT! Anne Marie Martin and Cristin Slater are miracle workers. I truly believe God placed them on this earth to help families achieve procreation.

While my pregnancy has been rough, Sunday's Mother's Day was a day for me to pass on the usual wallowing in self-pity. I was able to stop thinking about my sad situation, and I thought about those mothers who made me who I am. I think I'm proving to myself that as I get closer to being a mother, I learn what being a mother is really about: putting yourself aside and thanking Heavenly Father for those that have blessed your life.
Thanks, Da Mamma Stephenson. You are a wonderful role model and I can't wait to give my baby the love and joy you shared with me! Thanks to all of those mother's that I know (I do mean YOU) who show me how to be patient, loving, giving, fun, attentive, educational, organized and to value the gift of new life. Finally, it's my turn!


  1. Awe, Malea, that is so touching! I am so happy for you!! You are already a wonderful mother!

  2. Lovely story! Thanks for posting it!

  3. Such a crazy journey to motherhood you've had! SOOO happy for you guys! You're going to be a great mommy - that's so sweet about you with Krista... love it.

  4. malea-
    don't worry about having a less active pregnancy :) when i was pregnant with aspen, all i did was veg, and i ate whatever i wanted. that's just what i had to do. this time around i feel so different, so i'm trying to take advantage of that. i'm sure when my third trimester comes around i'll be on the couch all day! i'm sooooo excited for you to have a baby. when are you due? i miss you, and i think this is a great post.