From the outside, my life was picture-perfect: a successful career, loving husband, a beautiful home. But all I wanted was for that pitter-patter of tiny feet.
Months of trying to conceive naturally surprisingly turned into 2 years of disappointment. That's when my husband and I made the decision to get help from the fertility specialists (looking back I can't believe it even took us that long to seek help - you just don't believe that it could happen to you- anyway). It wasn't an easy path, both emotionally and physically. The countless injections, hormone treatments, and invasive procedures were daunting.
I remember the first time they retrieved my eggs for IVF. The excitement filled the room - this had to work (I mean they know what they're doing, right?!?!). Days later, we received the call we had been waiting for: we had successfully fertilized embryos. Finally, there was hope.
But as the weeks went by, it became clear that this was not the end. Around October 2022, it all ended in a devastating miscarriage....felt like a cruel joke. Even science and technology couldn't help us. I was a wreck. I couldn't eat or sleep. I woke up crying. I went to bed crying.
But, we were persistent. The journey wasn't straightforward, but we were determined. There were so many setbacks, failed cycles, and moments of extreme, just unimaginable pain. A pain I never even knew existed. But through it all, we held onto a glimmer of hope, trusting that a rainbow baby would eventually be our reality, And it did.
It took us a while - a long while lol. But our journey to parenthood is also a testament to the strength of love between us and the resilience of our spirit and our marriage. It's taught me to embrace the unexpected and to appreciate the miracles that come our way.