Športová reportérka si prešla peklom v priamom prenose: Jej odhodlanosť nakoniec prekonala všetky prekážky!

Sara čakala dieťa spolu s manželom Mattom Buschmanom, ktorý je bassebalový hráč amerického tímu Toronto Blue Jays. V tom čase nikto o jej tehotenstve nevedel a reportérka ESPN sa o tom rozhodla podeliť až teraz cez svoj Instagram.

Spolu s manželom čakali dieťa, avšak Sara to nikomu nechcela prezradiť a vedel o tom len Matt.  Jedného dňa však zažila desivý zážitok. Počas živého vysielania potratila v treťom mesiaci tehotenstva. Najhoršie bolo, že sa nemala o tom s kým porozprávať, keďže jej manžel bol tisícky kilometrov ďaleko. Už s otehotnením mala veľký problém, preto sa bála o tom niekomu okrem manžela hovoriť.

Sara sa však svojho sna mať deti nevzdala a aj napriek malým šanciam, ktoré jej dávali lekári sa rozhodla podstúpiť radu umelých oplodnení. Usmialo sa na ňu šťastie a bola jej oznámená radostná správa, že čaká dvojičky. Aj druhýkrát sa rozhodla mlčať, lebo nechcela nič zakríknuť a hlavne aby si nerobila zbytočné nádeje. Nakoniec sa však stala dvojnásobnou mamou a teší sa z dvojičiek Huttona a Brees.

My mother bought them these onesies because she thought they were funny. For us, they're especially poignant. Finding a good egg didn't come easy for me, and I suspect there are many people out there facing the same struggle. The road down a dark path began while hosting Sportscenter on the road from Alabama. I arrived in Tuscaloosa almost three months pregnant. I wouldn't return the same way. The juxtaposition of college kids going nuts behind our set, while I was losing a baby on it, was surreal. I was scared, nobody knew I was pregnant, so I did the show while having a miscarriage. On television. My husband had to watch this unfold from more than a thousand miles away, texting me hospital options during commercial breaks. It would get worse. Two more failed pregnancies. More than once, I'd have surgery one day and be on SportsCenter the next so as not to draw attention to my situation. We then went down the IVF road of endless shots and procedures. After several rounds, we could only salvage two eggs. I refused to even use them for a long time, because I couldn't bear the idea of all hope being gone. I blew off pregnancy tests, scared to know if it worked. It had. Times two. It was exciting news, but we knew better than to celebrate. So I spent a third straight football season pregnant, strategically picking out clothes and standing at certain angles, using scripts to hide my stomach. There would be no baby announcement, no shower, we didn't buy a single thing in preparation for the babies, because I wasn't sure they'd show up. We told very few people we were pregnant, and almost no one there were two. For those that thought I was weirdly quiet about my pregnancy, now you know why. For as long as I can remember I hosted Sportscenter on Mother's Day, and the last couple years doing that have been personally brutal. An hours-long reminder of everything that had gone wrong. I wasn't on tv today, and I'm not sure when I will be again, but instead I got to hang with these two good eggs. My ONLY good eggs. And I know how lucky I really am. #twins #ivf

Príspevok, ktorý zdieľa Sara Walsh (@sarawalsh10), Máj 14, 2017 o 5:57 PDT

This may or may not be true, but these pj's clearly state they don't have a choice. (Outfit cred to @heathergolde) #twins #kickeepants

Príspevok, ktorý zdieľa Sara Walsh (@sarawalsh10), Apr 23, 2017 o 7:07 PDT