In October 2023, one week after our 3rd miscarriage, I boarded a flight to my very first Moms in the Making conference. I walked in so angry with God that I couldn’t even lift my hands and worship. I didn’t understand how these women all around me could have so much hope and joy in the midst of deep grief.
A few days after my first miscarriage, we had a house fire and were displaced for a year and a half. Six months after our first loss, I experienced a second miscarriage. We did IVF and during the process, 18 eggs were retrieved, resulting in six embryos, but only one was viable. The embryo transfer failed, and the doctor said
My husband and I went through years of infertility. After meeting with a specialist and looking at our options, we personally felt that not to go the medical route. I cried out with everything in me. I poured my heart out to God, crying, lashing out, giving Him my anger, my rage, my disappointment, my disgust, my hope, my sorrow,
Our journey to starting a family began two years into marriage. We were young, healthy, and honestly, a little naïve to the reality of infertility. After a year of trying, we saw a specialist, and that’s when I was diagnosed with endometriosis. I had surgery to remove scar tissue, and we began the long road of fertility treatments. Month after
As I write this message, my eyes fill with tears… I’ve heard the testimonies of others, but truthfully, I wondered if it would ever REALLY happen to me… I had a dream from God that one day I would have a baby girl and name her Isabelle. Then, over the years, as life happened (I didn’t get pregnant, adoptions fell
In March 2024, as we prepared to begin a frozen embryo transfer cycle, we were completely surprised by an incredible blessing—a spontaneous natural pregnancy, our first since 2019. We praised God and hoped this would be the baby we’d finally bring home. However, the day before leaving for the Moms in the Making leader retreat in April, I underwent a
My fertility journey started out rough. I became bitter and angry when others were getting pregnant, and I would question why things were so difficult for me. I lost touch with close friends who had children and removed myself from any conversation or gathering centered around kids or pregnancy. I even became distant from a close family member who got
Seven years ago, my husband walked away from God. It was a gradual slope for a couple of years until, one day, he decided he was done. There was so much anger, sadness, and church hurt. The final nail in the coffin was our fertility diagnosis. For 7 years, I prayed. I pleaded. I cried. I tried to force things.
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