Campaign Story

It’s not easy for me to share something so personal, but our dream of becoming parents means more than anything. When I met my husband Joseph in 2013, it was like finding a missing piece of my soul. Our connection was instant, and our love grew quickly. Two years later, we took the next big step in our lives and moved from New York to New Jersey, ready to build a future together. Joseph came into our relationship with a son from a previous relationship, who is now 14 years old. He’s an amazing young man intelligent, kind, and full of potential. From the beginning, I loved him as my own, and being a part of his life has been a blessing beyond words.

We have built a beautiful life together. We’ve established a stable, loving home and have supported each other through life’s ups and downs. Yet, despite the joy and fulfillment, there’s a piece of our journey that remains incomplete: the dream of growing our family together.

In 2016, after two years of marriage, we decided it was time to start our family. Full of hope and excitement, we tried to conceive naturally, but after 10 months of no success, we sought medical help. That’s when I received the life-altering diagnosis of low ovarian reserve at the age of 32. It was a crushing blow, but we remained determined to pursue every possible avenue to have a child.

We embarked on a long and challenging journey of fertility treatments, enduring multiple interventions. However, each attempt ended in heartbreak. Despite our unwavering commitment and resilience, my egg quality remained poor. At 37, during our very first round of IVF, I was filled with optimism. But that hope quickly turned to despair when the embryo failed to survive, resulting in a devastating miscarriage. The loss was profound, and I fell into a deep depression, struggling to understand why something so natural had become so complicated for us.

Throughout this painful journey, Joseph has been my rock. He has always been there to provide emotional support, offering strength when I felt like I had none. While I was overwhelmed with grief and frustration, he remained steady, helping me find solace in the small joys of life. One of those joys was Bella, our beloved Havanese, whom we welcomed into our family during one of the most difficult times. Bella brought light back into my life, her unconditional love easing my burden and helping me cope with the overwhelming sadness.
During this period, I also chose to focus on personal growth. I returned to college and earned a degree in Business Management a major achievement that brought me a sense of pride and purpose. Yet, even as I celebrated this milestone, the longing to become a mother never diminished.

As the years passed, we continued fertility treatments, holding on to the hope that one day our efforts would pay off. However, the heartbreak persisted. One of the most traumatic moments came in 2024 during our second IVF attempt. After a single egg was retrieved, we were cautiously optimistic. The biopsy results revealed a perfect embryo with no defects. We were thrilled and scheduled the embryo transfer for July 13, 2024, at 11:00 AM. But just an hour before the procedure, my doctor called with devastating news: the embryo had not survived the thaw. It was a one-in-a-million chance, and yet it happened to us.
The shock and sorrow were almost unbearable. Even my doctor, who had been with us through every step, was stunned. I couldn’t understand why this journey, which should be filled with joy, had been marked by so much pain and loss. Despite this, I knew in my heart that I was meant to be a mother. It’s a feeling so deep and unshakable that I cannot let go of it, no matter how many setbacks we face.

Family is at the core of who I am. Growing up in a large Hispanic family, I was surrounded by the love and chaos of siblings, cousins, and extended relatives. I always dreamed of creating that same environment for my children a home filled with laughter, love, and connection. It’s been difficult to watch my friends, siblings, and cousins start their own families, some with two or three children, while we continue to struggle. Yet, their joy only strengthens my resolve to never give up on our dream.

After eight years of treatments and no success, my doctor has gently but firmly told me that the only way forward is through a donor egg. While this path is not what we originally envisioned, it offers a precious opportunity to experience pregnancy and bring a child into the world a child we can love and nurture as our own. Even now, as I consider donor eggs, I still hold a small sliver of hope that perhaps, by some miracle, we might conceive naturally. But I also know that time is against us, and we cannot afford to wait much longer.
The journey has been long and painful, but it has also taught us the true meaning of resilience, love, and hope. We have grown stronger as a couple, supporting each other through every heartbreak and celebrating the small victories along the way. My husbands unwavering support and love have been my anchor, and together, we’ve created a life full of warmth and stability. Now, we long to share that love with a child, to complete our family and fulfill the dream we’ve held close to our hearts for so many years.

We are ready and eager to welcome a child through the gift of a donor egg. This opportunity would mean the world to us, offering a chance to bring new life into our family and to experience the profound joy of parenthood. We have a strong foundation, and we are prepared to provide a loving, supportive, and nurturing home for our future child.

Any help even a share or a prayer brings us one step closer to completing our family. Thank you for taking the time to read our story and support us with love and kindness.