I have always dreamed of becoming a mother someday. As a child, I was never one of those little girls who dream about having their perfect wedding. My thoughts have always drifted to the time I’ll have my own family, to the day I’ll have my own baby. For me, it was every girl’s destiny to become a mom once they enter adulthood.
Years passed. I was a rather late bloomer. I remember being the last girl in our school to have a period. I was already close to turning 18 when I had my first period. I did not feel back then that something was wrong with me, particularly with my reproductive system. But I had all the symptoms telling me that something was wrong with my body — I only get my periods once a year when it should have been 12 times a year, I have thinning hair, I have unsightly and excessive hair on my legs, belly, and armpit, I had an Adam’s apple, and other masculine features. It was not very obvious because I concealed them.
The signs that something was wrong with my hormones which could affect my ability to conceive were already showing then. But I was so focused on getting good grades in school that I ignored all of the red flags. I wanted to secure a good job after I graduate. This desire to have a financially rewarding job was still rooted in my dream to become a mom. I wanted to be able to make sure that I’ll be able to create a comfortable life for my future children.
A decade, two jobs, and several exclusive dates later, I had met the love of my life. He was 29, I was 26. We both were happy with our careers. We already had a stable job. We were ready to start a family and so we got married after a year of being in a relationship.
My husband was aware that I do not get my periods regularly, but he too did not seem to worry about it until it dawned on us that I was still not pregnant on our first wedding anniversary.
We both decided that I should get checked, something that I should have done 10 years ago. My husband accompanied me to an OB-Gyne. There was always a long line of patients waiting outside her clinic because she was one of the best in her field. But we patiently waited. I was asked a series of questions, had a blood test to check for my thyroid levels, and an ultrasound to check my ovaries. The doctor said I had polycystic ovaries and I was not ovulating. A woman can’t get pregnant naturally if she does not ovulate.
I was very fortunate to have a supportive husband who understands how I feel even without me telling him about it. We considered all the options we had and the last resort was undergoing artificial insemination. I never want us to go through that because I did not feel it was natural and we couldn’t afford it too. We tried to solve things with a semblance of normalcy.
My Ob-Gyne prescribed hormone pills to balance my hormones. I also had to take Clomid, a medicine to help me ovulate. I agreed to go through a process of follicle monitoring, where they perform vaginal ultrasound three times a week to check if I have already ovulated. It was uncomfortable, and sometimes a bit painful too. The doctor would advise us when to have intercourse. This cycle went on for 5 months and making love was starting to become mechanical. I still was not getting pregnant.
The doctor suggested that we try artificial insemination. But I remained adamant on keeping things as natural as possible. I told her we’ll try for another month. My husband and I did our best to stay stress-free. We only ate nutritious foods and even did our own research on foods that promote fertility. We prayed hard for the baby to come. We held on to our faith and to our love for each other.
On the sixth month, I got pregnant. Eleven days past ovulation, I felt a pinch on my lower right abdomen. It was probably my baby attaching to the walls of my uterus. Thirteen days past ovulation, I had a positive pregnancy test. We immediately went back to my Ob-Gyne. Our doctor and the nurses hugged me. They were all very happy for my miracle pregnancy.
My pregnancy was not easy as well. I was put on bed rest for 7 months. I had to put my career on hold. I labored for 24 hours. But the moment I heard the cry of my baby, it signalled triumph for me. It was a cry of victory. We won the battle with infertility. The first baby of my dreams is here. Nothing compares to the joy of finally being born into motherhood.
If you are battling with infertility, do not lose hope. Love your partner and nourish your relationship. You will need a strong relationship as a base to be able to withstand this life challenge. Face the problem head on and do not delay getting professional or medical help. And most important of all, hold on to your dream of having your own family and have faith.