My name is Esther, and for years, I thought I would never experience the joy of motherhood. My husband and I tried for many years to have a child, but every month brought disappointment, heartbreak, and more questions. Friends around us were celebrating pregnancies, welcoming children, and building families, while I was left with emptiness and despair.
The pain was deeper than anyone could see. Every family gathering reminded me of my struggle. Cousins and friends would show up with babies, and I would smile, hiding the tears that threatened to fall. I felt incomplete. I felt like something was wrong with me. Doctors told me that my chances were slim, and the more I hoped, the more I was crushed.…CONTINUE READING
