Campaign Story

I wasn’t sure I’d ever make a fundraiser or ever allow anyone to support us on this journey—but as an advocate for infertility, I felt (of course, after much sought counsel—God) compelled to allow the community and my support system to come alongside us. A journey that has been emotionally and financially taxing. Over the years, many people have asked how they could support us—offering prayers, encouragement, and even financial help. For a long time, I hesitated. But I’ve come to realize that allowing others to give is not a burden, it’s a blessing. I had to release the idea that strength meant doing this alone. I had to lay down pride and pick up faith—trusting that God would not only sustain us but also surround us with people who would pour into us when we needed it most. It’s not easy to be this vulnerable, but I know there is power in community and healing in being seen.

For the past seven years, my husband and I have been on a journey filled with hope, heartbreak, resilience, and unwavering faith. Every year, we’ve prayed, waited, cried, believed, and tried again—because the dream of holding our baby in our arms has never left our hearts.

Our journey began with a diagnosis of PCOS, followed by a season of unexplained infertility. After countless appointments and rounds of testing, we discovered that my fallopian tubes were blocked. Once we received that news, we took a brave step and began our IVF journey in 2022.

But that first chapter was short-lived. A serious side effect of the treatment left me with blood clots—thankfully discovered before they reached my heart. What followed was an unexpected hospital stay and a pause that stung deeply.

One year later, we found the courage to try again—only to learn that I had developed 21 fibroids. That discovery led to an invasive surgery and the removal of one of my fallopian tubes.

Now, 8 months later, we are here—ready to begin the journey again. Still hopeful. Still believing.

For a long time, I carried the weight of infertility in silence. I felt embarrassed, even ashamed, as if my body had betrayed me. But one day, in a quiet moment of prayer, God whispered to my heart: “Hold onto My hope.” Since then, Jeremiah 29:11 has become the anchor of my soul:

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”

This verse reminds me that even when the path is unclear and the waiting feels unbearable, God is still writing our story.

We are picking up our IVF journey with renewed faith and open hearts. As many of you know, IVF is not just emotionally and physically demanding—it is also financially overwhelming. We’re not sharing this to ask—we’re simply making room for those who’ve asked to give. This is an invitation for those who’ve said, “We want to support you,” to do just that. And if all you can offer is your prayers, encouragement, or simply your presence—please know that means the world to us, too.

Your support brings us one step closer to the child we’ve been praying for.

From the bottom of our hearts—thank you for walking with us. Thank you for seeing us. And thank you for believing that miracles still happen.

With love and hope,

Greg & Kevia Holmes