My journey was lengthy and filled with challenges: it involved three surgeries, three inseminations, and visits to three different clinics, as well as three rounds of in vitro fertilization (IVF).
Initially, the reasons for my infertility were a mystery, but it was eventually linked to hormonal imbalances and a myoma that hindered pregnancy. Residing in North Carolina with my husband, a US Army member, we had good access to medical facilities. Despite thorough examinations, including blood tests and checks of my uterus and fallopian tubes by specialists, they found nothing conclusive.
During this time, I faced the deep personal losses of my sister, nephews, and father, leading me into profound depression. We were financially strained, my heart was heavy, and I longed for a child.
Our local support suggested consulting with experts in the field and provided a list of recommended specialists. This led us to seek further advice through a video consultation, where we were met with empathy and confidence that we would eventually have our child.
In Mexico City, new tests revealed I had endometriosis and my body was rejecting implantation, facts I hadn’t known before. The emotional toll of my family’s loss, I believe, played a part in the failure of our first IVF cycle. Following this, I sought support, focused on self-care, and had detailed discussions about my situation.
The treatment approach was adjusted, including increased medication doses. By the second embryo transfer, I felt more emotionally stable and physically prepared. This time, we had more embryos than before. Receiving the positive pregnancy news was a moment of overwhelming joy for me. At five weeks, hearing Emiliano’s strong heartbeat was a confirmation of his presence and his perfection.
