More tests, more medicines, and finally the same heartbreaking conclusion that my chances of ever becoming a mother were extremely low.
I would leave those hospitals feeling empty, as if the future I had always imagined was slowly disappearing. My husband tried to comfort me, but the pressure from society was too much. In our village, people talk.
Some relatives suggested my husband should find another wife who could give him children. Others said maybe I had done something wrong in my younger years. Those whispers hurt more than the hospital reports.
Still, we refused to give up. We visited different fertility specialists and hospitals hoping someone would finally give us a solution.
But every doctor gave us the same disappointing answer. After years of trying, I reached a point where I started accepting that maybe motherhood was not meant for me.Read more.......................
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