Campaign Story

My name is Brittany and my husband is Brodie. We are the Morris’s. The infertility journey has touched my family in quiet, deeply emotional ways. It has brought a kind of grief that doesn’t always have words—a sadness that lingers beneath everyday moments and surfaces when hope rises and falls again. We’ve learned what it feels like to wait, to hope carefully, and to protect our hearts while still wanting so much.

It has tested our emotional endurance. There have been moments of frustration, helplessness, and loneliness, even when we’re together. We don’t always grieve or cope in the same way, and that has sometimes made us feel disconnected, as if we’re carrying the same pain but in different languages. At the same time, it has taught us patience with one another and a deeper compassion for how each of us hurts.

This journey has also made joy more complicated. Celebrations, announcements, and milestones can bring mixed emotions—happiness for others alongside a quiet ache for what we’re still waiting for. As a family, we’ve had to learn how to hold both without guilt.

Yet through the heartbreak, it has strengthened us. We’ve learned how to show up more gently, how to listen without trying to fix, and how to love each other through uncertainty. Infertility has changed us, but it has also deepened our connection, reminding us that even in waiting and loss, we are still a family—rooted in love, resilience, and hope.