All I’ve ever wanted in life was to be a mother. As a child, when asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, my answer was always “a mom.” I remember sitting in a rocking chair at 3 years old, “nursing” my baby doll to sleep. I always carried baby dolls with me throughout my childhood, and starting at age 11, I would offer to babysit for people within my neighborhood and church congregation FOR FREE.
Right now, my husband and I are in the thick of infertility. We have been trying to conceive since April 2019. It has been a long, bumpy road with so many curveballs along the way. So I guess I will tell my story starting from the beginning.
Imagine the ocean during a storm. The sheer violence churning around your life raft. Your carefully constructed, barely holding together, life raft. Eventually, you're pitched into the icy swells and you sink down into the nothing.
Two IUI babies. One IVF baby. And one pandemic pregnancy during Covid with a set of spontaneous twins. Our infertility journey is filled with sadness and heartache, but also so much hope and joy. It is a story truly filled with miracles.