My husband and I are part of the 10% of the population who live with infertility. In spite of numerous tests, we were unable to pinpoint a cause – there’s a good possibility that both of our bodies are at fault. (Kind of ironic two infertile people end up together) It’s funny that there’s a week – a month dedicated to infertility awareness. Being infertile I am aware of it everyday – or specifically every month when I hold my breath and think maybe my period won’t start and we’ll be granted a second miracle.
You see we already have one miracle. Our WeeMan was born through IVF 4 years ago. There were years of heartbreak, thousands of dollars, hundreds of meds and needle pricks, and millions of prayers, but it was all worth it in the end.
This is our doctor that counseled us, encouraged us, ached for us, and prayed with us before every procedure.
We have a son, but we are still infertile. We still pray everyday that God will increase our family. We still hope each month for a miracle, and our hearts still ache every time it doesn’t happen. If we ever won the lottery the first thing we would do is go straight back to Dr. B’s office and try our best to make another miracle. I don’t believe anything will ever change that for us.
We are one of the 10%.