First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes a baby in a baby carriage. But for some of us, it’s not that easy…
I know your story all too well:
It began with what seemed to be a simple desire to grow your family. Month after month, you spent all your energy on making sure you ate right, took your vitamins, and mapped your ovulation to time sex perfectly. You were confident that this was “the month” because you did everything better than the last.
My husband, Andrew, and I were like any other couple. We are high school sweethearts who started dating at seventeen and married at twenty. Two and a half years after we married, we began trying to conceive. After an early miscarriage in October of 2014, Andrew was referred to a urologist where he was diagnosed with varicoceles (varicose veins in the scrotum increasing the testicular temperature causing the sperm to die). Six months of taking clomid with little improvement, we decided to seek further medical advice. After many recommendations we sought advice from a highly recommended fertility clinic where I was diagnosed with low ovarian reserve. This meant I had a decreased number and quality of eggs left in my ovaries. Our chances of becoming pregnant were less than 5%.
Since we had both male and female factor infertility, our best option was in-vitro fertilization (IVF) with intracytoplasmic sperm injection (ICSI). This is a costly procedure as well as a lengthy process.
We knew IVF was going to be very expensive and because health insurance didn’t cover any medical costs associated with our IVF and ICSI cycle, we spent $22,000. We were very fortunate to conceive on the first frozen embryo transfer (FET) as many couples must endure years of failed transfers, not to mention the excess of emotional and financial strain.
We were blessed with our precious miracle son on December 6, 2016. His beautiful blue eyes and adorable little features were worth every penny, lab draw, four-hour drive to and from our fertility clinic, needle stick, and tear. We would not hesitate to do it again in a heartbeat.
Infertility tested my faith. I would love to say that I remained strong through the years of trying to conceive but the truth is, I didn’t. I was completely broken, in a valley that only God could pull me out of.
I began looking at our infertility as a journey and found joy along the way.
No one chooses to endure the hardship of infertility but look where it has led us. We have grown stronger as a couple, closer to God, and have been blessed with our miracle son. We’re able to share the testimony of God’s love and faithfulness in hopes that someone finds encouragement, hope, and comfort. No matter how God chooses to redeem you, open your heart, and allow Him to. It won’t be easy, but it’ll be worth it.