Campaign Story

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From a young age, I have always wanted to have kids. At the age of 18 I found out that I was pregnant, all things went well. Shortly after I found out I was pregnant, I quickly because single and went through my pregnancy alone. I moved away from all my family and friends 2500 miles away to live with my grandparents, and to help care for my two great grandmother’s in their end stages of life. At 19, I had my first child, was in an unknown place, with no friends and I didn’t know anyone outside of my grandparents. I wanted to continue my education so I went back to college and worked a full time job In order to be able to care for my daughter. Fast forward 3 years, and I met, who I thought at the time was an amazing man (don’t judge me, I was still young.) After a short while of dating, I found out I was pregnant again. Yay, sibiling for my oldest, a father figure in my daughters life, and someone that wanted to be there and stick around for their child. Being a single mother the previous three years, what else could I ask for? I then had my second, a happy healthy baby boy!! The day I had my son, my world turned upside down and i found out that he had been cheating on me my entire pregnancy, and ended up getting her pregnant. I should have ran away as fast as I could, but didn’t want to be a single mother of now two children, and my son actually had a father that wanted to be apart of his life. How could I take that away? So we stayed together and tried to make things better. When my son was about 10 months old, we found out I was pregnant again, another boy. We decided to get married when I was 4 months pregnant, life seemed great, or so I thought. Once we got married, it’s like a switch flipped in my then husband, and he instantly became controlling. Anything and everything that I did, I had to check in and report to him. While he was at work, and I was home taking care of 3 kids, I still had to check in. If I needed to go get groceries or baby formula, I had to check in, and was told that it shouldn’t take me more then XX amount of time. If I wasn’t checking in, it would get verbally abusive, calling me every name under the sun, and saying things to me, that no man should ever say to his wife, the mother of his children. When my second son was about 9 months old, we got emergency custody of my step son (from the girl he got pregnant while cheating on me). So now I have 3 kids under 3 at home, and one just starting school. With getting emergency custody of my step son, involved CPS(thanks to his mother), and a lot of court appearances to try to gain full permanent custody of him, while going through that process, his entire attitude changed, for the better. Looking back, because there was so much outside focus on us, I think he didn’t want me to be able to say anything about what was going on in our home. Things were going good for a few years, and when they started to decline again, I found out i was pregnant with my 4th, another boy. Things got so bad, that I no longer wanted to married, even if that meant I would be a single mother again, this time to 4 children. I was ready!! Things were so bad at the time I gave birth, I made a rash decision to tie my tubes, so that I couldn’t use the kids anymore as an excuse to stay in my marriage. I did not want to tie my tubes, as I knew I wanted more kids. It was the last thing I wanted to do, and it took the one thing away from me that could give me joy, my kids. Since then I have felt incomplete in every way possible, depressed beyond words, and being in a controlling marriage, was not helping. As I was trying to save up money to be able to survive on my own and get a divorce is when it became physically abusive. I couldn’t take it anymore and didn’t want to be in the same place as him anymore so I got a job working nights. That eventually caused more issues and more physical, emotional and verbal abuse. After almost 10 years of being in a marriage that I was truly unhappy in, I was finally able to break free! I was finally happy in my life. I then met the perfect man, yes this time I’m sure! He not only love me, but love my kids unconditionally. He has not looked back, or changed his mind about raising kids that are not his. And I know dewp down in my heart, I’m not done having kids and I want more kids. I want my husband to have that experience, to be able to raise not only my kids, but some of his own. The only way for that is IVF. After over 5 years, we were ready to move forward with the process. First attempt was a fail, and we would like to give it another go, but it’s a huge financial responsibility and we can use some help. I don’t have family on my side that I can ask for help, because with my first divorce, they all turned against me (yes, even though I was being physically, mentally, and verbally abused, they wanted me to stay in my marriage). And we have decided not to tell my husbands family just yet, as we don’t want to get anyone’s hopes up, for something that isn’t a sure thing. I don’t want to be a disappointment to anyone if it fails.

We have moved on to a second clinic, which we fill is a better fit for us, and are excited to give this another go-round, and hope this time we will be able to have a successful transfer.