I wanted to become a mother more than anything. My husband and I tried for years. Doctors. Tests. Treatments. Thousands of dollars. Hundreds of pills. And still—only miscarriages.
My husband was kind and patient, but I could see the quiet fear in his eyes every time I said, “Maybe next time.” One night, after my fifth miscarriage, I …
I wanted to become a mother more than anything. My husband and I tried for years. Doctors. Tests. Treatments. Thousands of dollars. Hundreds of pills. And still—only miscarriages. Read More