Campaign Story

Hi I’m 28 and my husband is 31! For as long as I can remember, I’ve dreamed of becoming a mother. The thought of holding my child in my arms, teaching them, nurturing them, and watching them grow has always been one of my greatest desires. I imagined the day I would first see those little hands reach for me, and how it would feel to hear the sound of “mom” coming from my child’s lips.

But as life often reminds us, the road to dreams isn’t always smooth. My journey to motherhood has been one filled with hurdles, disappointments, and heartache. When my partner and I first decided we were ready to start our family, we were filled with excitement. But what followed was a series of challenges that we never anticipated.

Month after month, years after years, I found myself anxiously waiting, hoping, and praying for that positive pregnancy test. But it never came. At first, I thought it was just a matter of time. But after a year of trying, the worry started to creep in. Something wasn’t right.

We turned to doctors, underwent tests, and received the diagnosis we both feared: infertility. I felt my world shift beneath me. The dream I had carried with me for so long suddenly seemed out of reach. The tears came often, as I mourned the idea of becoming a mother the way I had always imagined it.

We tried medications, we tried treatments, and we tried to stay hopeful. But nothing seemed to work. It became clear that the only option left for us was IVF.

I remember sitting with my doctor as they explained the process, the risks, and the potential for success. It was overwhelming, and at first, the idea of undergoing such an intense process felt daunting. But I knew that IVF was my chance—my chance to experience the motherhood I had always dreamed of.

IVF offered a glimmer of hope, a possibility that I hadn’t had before. It became the beacon of light in the midst of all the uncertainty and frustration I had been living with. The process isn’t easy. There are the injections, the appointments, the waiting, and the constant reminder of how much is riding on this one shot at parenthood. But every day, I remind myself that this is the path that will bring me to my child.

The idea of becoming a mother is still as precious to me as it was before my infertility journey began. IVF may not be the way I imagined getting here, but it’s the way that will make my dream a reality. With IVF, I see hope again. I see the possibility of holding my baby, of being the mom I’ve always wanted to be.

This journey is not easy, and it’s not one I would have chosen. But in the end, it will be worth it, because it’s the path that will lead me to my child.