Maggie and Shaun

We live in Knoxville, TN. My infertility journey began at a young age when I was living in Naples, FL. I went to a routine OB appointment, where she ran some routine tests and I was unfortunately diagnosed with endometriosis, PCOS, and had a low follicle count. Shaun and I had just started our journey together; so being young and in a new relationship it wasn’t the right time for us to try. That appointment was always in the back of our heads. We moved back to Tennessee and few more years went by and we started planning our wedding when I decided to go chat with my OB and discuss my next steps to planning for our sweet family. We knew having a family was a dream neither one of us wanted to give up on. I knew what I was up against after yearly discussions with my previous OB in Naples.

We started trying for our miracle baby and so the journey of infertility began. Months went by and nothing. Shaun was sent to get a sperm analysis and everything with him came back fine. They started me on letrozole and still nothing. Many more months went by, we tried clomid and still nothing. Every month was filled with countless doctors’ appointments, constantly making sure OPKs were in stock in my bathroom, changing my diet, blood work, multiple rounds of fertility drugs, and the dreaded pregnancy test that always seemed to come back negative. Tears, lots of tears were shed in my bathroom floor, countless cries out to God asking him why me, walking out of each doctor’s appointment to confirm BFN filling so discouraged, and each month I seemed to feel less like a woman. Each month the same cycle would begin; the tears, the disappointment, then the sense of hope it would hopefully be the month, the two-week wait would be filled with every emotion, just to find out yet again I am not pregnant. We began to give up.

Then in December of 2019 we finally scheduled a laparoscopic surgery where my doctor gave me hope. After being cleared after the surgery we tried again. I felt refreshed and a whole new sense of hope. 2 years in and we finally became pregnant with our miracle baby. I was blessed with the sweetest, kindest, soul to go through the battle with, my husband and I am beyond thankful for that. We walked through each day with hope sometimes it was sitting in my car crying out and sometimes it’s sitting on our back porch with nature enjoying ourselves. Infertility is no joke, it’s not easy, it’s actually a full time job mentally and physically. But overall we may be 1 in 8 but we are 1 in 8 together with the Lord on our side who helped us fight this battle til end. Every journey is different, every “plan” to get the sweet baby is different, but whats not different is the fact its hard, its exhausting, and its feeling alone. I see you, I hear you, and I know what its like to be in the darkness. 

So my prayer for you is to give you strength on the hardest days, and bless you with joy on the best days. Wherever you are in the journey just remember you are loved, you are prayed for, you aren’t alone but most importantly you are strong.