About | Mom to the Rescue

My story

My background is in healthcare. My undergraduate degree is in healthcare administration with a minor in biology. I went on to pursue my doctorate in physical therapy. I spent about 10 years in the clinical setting before transitioning into medical writing.

In my personal life, hubby was offered an amazing job opportunity, so he and I moved from Florida to North Carolina. It was an opportunity for me to really look at where I was in life and where I wanted to be. We had struggled for so long to become parents and I was really enjoying my time staying at home with baby girl. We moved to a rural setting on 11 acres. The house was built, but that was it. I had a blank slate to build my dream homestead.

After a lot of soul searching, I decided to hang up my clinical career and go down the path as a writer. But I felt I had so much more to offer than just medical experience. I've always been loved a good DIY and, frankly, my whole life feels a bit like a DIY project. From learning how to be a parent during covid, moving, changing careers, and all the in-betweens, I wanted to share my stories in hopes someone may find them relatable, usable, and maybe offer the hope that you can do it to.

The struggle to become parents

Hubby and I started trying to have a family about a year after we got married. When it didn't happen, we decided to go to a doctor. I was treated for hyperprolactinemia and told I'd be pregnant in no time. A few months later, we decided to get a second opinion. That doctor suggested we try Clomid, a fertility medication. Two rounds of that did nothing. We went to a fertility doctor who diagnosed me with polycystic ovarian syndrome, endometriosis, uterine fibroid, and cervical (cervix) stenosis. IVF wasn't recommended because they thought I was at risk for ovarian hyperstimulation syndrome. So we did Femara with IUI. I was put on so many medications I've lost track, crazy diets, exercise routines, and nothing worked.

We gave up trying.

So we tried adopting. About a year later, we had been introduced to 8 different birth mothers and we were still waiting for the day one mom would chose us.

I will never forget the day we found out I was pregnant. We had been anxiously waiting to hear back whether the 8th birth mom had picked us. We got the email saying she picked someone else. I was distraught and not sure how much more heartbreak I could handle. By now, it had been 6 years of fertility treatments and adoption hopes. I had been having some weird symptoms, but none that I would have associated with pregnancy. But just to clear my mind, I took a test.

Three years later, we have baby girl. She is everything to us because we honestly never thought she would happen. She is our miracle, an answer to our prayers.