REBECCAIt all began long before Rebecca and her husband started trying to have a baby. It began when Rebecca was a little girl and was handed her very first baby doll. She knew that she wanted to be a mommy. Rebecca played with her baby dolls with intensity. She never pretended that she was a bride, with the long blanket veil trailing behind her as she walked down her staircase to her awaiting teddy bear friends. Sure, her fantasies always included a “husband,” but he was there only because Rebecca needed to be a mommy.

In 2007, Rebecca married that boy. And when she says that boy, she means it. Rebecca married him – the one that she always imagined as her husband. The one that she had been pining over since she was twelve years old. And their wedding was perfect. Had she dreamed about her perfect wedding, their day was exactly what she would have imagined.

A year later, they decided they wanted to have a baby. Easy, right? Rebecca had no reason to believe things would be difficult for her. When it didn’t happen right away, she didn’t worry. Rebecca came up with an excuse every month for why it wasn’t happening. But as every month passed, she became more and more frustrated, worried, and depressed. She charted temperatures, took ovulation tests, stood on her head, and her OB/GYN just her me to “wait and see a little longer.”

So they went to an RE.

The very first test that the doctors performed showed that both of Rebecca’s Fallopian tubes were blocked. She quickly got an anatomy lesson, having no idea how babies were made, in a literal, scientific sense.

Rebecca was devastated, but she and her husband had options. She at least knew why she wasn’t getting pregnant. Nevertheless, they were the perfect candidates for IVF: young and healthy. So, they started the process of figuring out how to manage the IVF process, both financially and emotionally.

But then, after two cancelled cycles due to Rebecca’s ovaries not responding to the hormones, her doctor determined something else must be wrong. One Clomid challenge later and she was diagnosed with Diminished Ovarian Reserve. She was 28 years old. Rebecca’s doctor told her that she should probably start considering donor eggs.

They weren’t ready for that. They gave it another go. One more cycle resulted in one egg retrieved, fertilized, and transferred, but with a negative result. Their doctor wasn’t shocked, and neither were they, but they weren’t ready to take the donor egg leap just yet.

They went to another clinic- a big one – “the best.” They were willing to give it another go.

But first they wanted to remove Rebecca’s tubes, just in case they were blocked with harmful fluid. Well, it turns out that her tubes weren’t blocked, they were deformed. The doctor was shocked and said that he had never seen anything like it. That surgery probably wasn’t necessary, but it gave Rebecca such peace of mind. She hadn’t done anything to cause this. It was just the way she was born.

It was their final chance: they retrieved 8 eggs, 5 fertilized, 2 transferred, one of which became their one, beautiful, perfect, and stubborn baby girl. The other three embryos stopped growing and were not eligible for freezing. They literally have the result of their one lucky egg. And she couldn’t be more perfect.

Their story is not how I imagined it. I often ask myself, “why me?” still – five years after finding my success. And I still haven’t found the answer to that question. But thanks to medical progresses, and a miracle, I have found my happiness.

Rebecca P.,