Infertility: My Story

My babies are my miracles.  God held me through the pain and the tears of a long road of infertility, and He was whispering in my ear to just hang on, blessings were coming.  It took an enormous amount of prayer and struggling with God to finally understand His plan, and I see now the results of it all.  My girls are my memorial and daily reminder that God does answer prayers.

My story is relatively simple compared to many, and if you’ve spent more than 1 minute on my blog, you know it has a happy ending.

Once my husband and I were ready to have kids, we were ready.  Like wanting a positive pregnancy test tomorrow ready.  We had put it off for a while to have careers and buy a house and all of that grown-up business, and it was time to move on to the next step.  We both love kids and never questioned whether or not we’d be parents, and it was devastating to realize it wasn’t going to happen for us without some significant intervention.

Almost 1 year into our journey (we were “fast-tracked” because I had been diagnosed with PCOS, polycystic ovarian syndrome, in high school), we went to the Colorado Center for Reproductive Medicine in Lonetree, Colorado to meet with the experts there.  I had several rounds of testing to make sure I didn’t have any additional factors along with the PCOS, and then the doctor gave us the news.

“People with PCOS as extreme as yours don’t have many options besides going straight to IVF (in vitro fertilization),” he told us as I about fell off of my chair.  “Unless you want to be on the cover of Time magazine with a herd of sextuplets, your best bet is IVF.”

After a few months of being in denial about our circumstances and a few last-ditch efforts, we went forward with the IVF.  And it was the best decision we’ve ever made.

8 and a half months later, I delivered the most precious and perfect baby girls at 37 weeks, 3 days.

Now that the sting and pain of my IVF journey has had two and a half years to heal, I think it’s so important to honor this chapter in my story and remember that it makes me who I am today.

My babies are my miracles!  Not a day goes by that I don’t thank God for blessing me beyond my wildest dreams.


2 thoughts on “Infertility: My Story

  1. Try thanking science instead of God.

    • I believe all credit is due to God. It is possible to believe in science and God–they can and do coexist. Those sweet embryos could not be implanted by science. My life has a purpose and joy which can only come through knowing God–I’d love to share with you if you’re interested. Thanks for stopping by!

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