For years, my husband and I dreamed of holding a baby in our arms. Every month, we hoped, prayed, and cried when our dreams were crushed again. The doctors told us everything seemed normal, yet month after month, nothing happened. The heartbreak was unbearable. Friends celebrated their pregnancies, and relatives joked about when we would have children. Every laugh, every announcement felt like salt on a fresh wound. We felt like failures, trapped in a pain that no one truly understood.
The struggle didn’t just affect our hearts—it strained our marriage. We argued, we blamed ourselves, and sometimes even each other. The sadness followed us everywhere, making ordinary life heavy. I remember sitting on the floor in the middle of the night, staring at my husband’s face, wondering if our dream of having a child would ever come true. Friends told us to adopt, doctors suggested expensive treatments, and strangers offered remedies that never worked. Nothing helped, and hope was fading fast.…CONTINUE READING
