The full realization that I want to become a mother came to me as early as 17 years old. Of course, at that time not a single friend appreciated my zeal, but my mother supported it on the contrary, perhaps because she herself realized the beauty of motherhood at the age of 19.
Having married at the age of 20, my husband and I began to actively plan the baby. Did I know then that my dream would come true only closer to 23 years! And ahead there were many difficulties and experiences.
For the first time I went to the doctor after unsuccessful 6-month attempts. I was a little reassured and said that this was not the time. They offered to return in another six months. So I lost in vain a whole year!
All this time we have not ceased to hope and believe that soon we will have a baby. A year later, I went to the doctor again.
This time she was more attentive to my problem. Many tests and examinations were prescribed. But what I heard later from her just shocked me. The only option to get pregnant, in her words – was to have surgery, laparoscopy.
Under the knife did not want to go, so we started looking for other options. I changed about 7 gynecologists, the most interesting thing is that everyone had a different point of view on my problem and, accordingly, treatment.
An alternative suggested one acquaintance-gynecologist. Wait until the operation and try hormonal pills. The first time course was 6 months, after which there was a break and new attempts.
Unfortunately, they did not bring positive results. It was decided to repeat the course, but already for a year. During this time, my husband and I traveled all the healers in our city, regularly went to church and asked God for a baby. So it took some time …
At this time, my mother found me, as she was told, a healer from God. When I arrived at his reception, I immediately heard only one phrase from him: Help is no longer needed here. I did not immediately understand the meaning of his words, but on the way home I bought a pregnancy test.
The next morning I just could not believe my eyes, he showed 2 bars. That’s how my happy 9-month pregnancy began!