My husband and I began our journey to have children about a year or two into our marriage – I was about 25 and my husband, 28. After trying for six months I began to wonder if it would happen. My husband on the other hand wasn’t as worried but was just as anxious to have a child. So we kept trying. Every month when my cycle was a few days late, we’d announce to our family and some friends that this could be it. But month after month it was a let down and we stopped telling people that we “might” be pregnant.
After a year of trying, I suggested we get tested. We did and found out that our journey would be a difficult one.
As we discussed family building, our different thoughts on medical treatments, adoption, and other methods strained our relationship. My husband didn’t want to go through infertility treatments or adopt. He looked me in the eyes and said he could be happy with me for the rest of his life without kids. I thought how sweet and my sentiments were the same, except for the part “without kids”. I wanted children.
To make a long story short, after all this is a blog, we took a long break from trying, but I still remained prayerful, believing that it would happen for us.
Then one day, a miracle happened. I landed a job that would fully cover our infertility treatments. I convinced my husband to start the journey again. We tried medications, but they did not work. We then tried in vitro fertilization (IVF). We became pregnant, but experienced a loss at five months. We were devastated. Our little boy was no longer with us. The sadness, the lack of communication, and unsupportive actions that came about almost destroyed our relationship. Thanks to God and our love for one another, we got back on track.
My husband and I were now on the same page with family building. We decided to adopt a little girl that was about to be born. This mother was young (early 20s) and didn’t think she could care for her child financially nor did she have her family’s support. We offered our home and our love as the child’s new parents, but when she told us why she felt as though she couldn’t keep her child we then offered her support until she could get on her feet – that is, if she really wanted to keep her baby. It turned out that her family had a change of heart and offered to help the mother and her baby. In the end, the mother decided to keep her child.
A few months later, we tried IVF again and were successful.
By this time, ten years had passed and we had our little girl. We froze our embryos and tried again four years later. After one more let down, we then became pregnant with twins. This was a rough pregnancy and road for us. I was placed on bed rest six weeks into the pregnancy, I lost my job, I was given a feeding tube, my gallbladder erupted, I lost one son at five months, and I was rushed to the hospital on my hands and knees in an ambulance at 34 weeks. All the way I asked God to take of my baby and me. As promised, He did. We now have a beautiful son. And through it all, my 3 year-old daughter was a gem and my husband – well, let’s just say, I truly want him in my life forever. He’s one in a million.
What’s next? Only the Lord knows what the future holds, and because of the miracles I have seen in my life, I can’t wait to see what unfolds. But for now, I will cherish my family and strive to help others who are on this journey.
