Help Us Bring Our Baby Home

Five transfers. Two miscarriages. One dream that refuses to let go.

Hi, we’re Scott and Christin. If you’re reading this, you’re already part of our village.

We went back and forth for a long time before sharing this. We’re private people, and asking for help doesn’t come easily. But after four years, five embryo transfers, two losses, one surgery, and more heartbreak than we ever imagined, we’ve learned something important. Sometimes love means letting people in.

So here we are.

Where it started

In 2021, we began what we thought would be a simple journey to have a baby together.

Scott already loves my two boys as his own. He is their dad in every way that matters. But he’s always carried a quiet dream to hold his child from the very first moment, to hear that first cry, to watch a little one grow carrying his name forward.

I want to give him that more than anything.

We started with surgery to reverse a tubal ligation. It worked medically, and we were hopeful. But month after month, nothing happened. We tried medications. Then three rounds of IUI. Each time we waited, hoped, and prayed. Each time it was negative.

Later we learned one of my tubes was blocked, but we kept going anyway.

By 2023, after trying everything we could, we made the emotional and financial leap to IVF.

What IVF really looks like

People hear IVF and think it’s simple. It isn’t.

It looks like injections early in the morning before work. Rearranging your entire life for appointments. Driving hours because no local provider will help. Spending hours on the phone trying to coordinate medications, paying over a thousand dollars out of pocket for just a few days’ supply.

At one point, we flew to Barbados because treatment there was half the cost. We stayed for two weeks, preparing our bodies and our hearts. We transferred our only two viable embryos.

Then we flew home and waited.

That transfer failed.

We sat together and I cried until I couldn’t anymore.

We didn’t stop

In October 2024, we started over with a clinic in Sarasota. Multiple trips every week. More costs. More delays. Another failed transfer.

Then something we had been waiting years for finally happened. A positive test.

For two weeks, we were going to be parents.

We told everyone. We felt so much joy and happiness.

Then we lost it. A chemical pregnancy.

We kept going. Another attempt had to be canceled due to complications. More testing revealed a septate uterus, something that may have been causing our losses all along.

In January 2026, I had surgery to correct it.

We healed. We hoped again. We tried again.

April 20, 2026. Transfer number five.

It failed.

Where we are now

Five transfers. Two miscarriages. Tens of thousands of dollars. Savings gone. Loans taken. More tears than we can count.

And still, we have four embryos waiting.

Four chances. Four reasons we haven’t given up.

We truly believe one of them is our baby. The one Scott will carry into our home for the first time. The one our boys will argue over holding. The one who will complete something in our family that we can all feel is missing.

But continuing comes with a cost we can’t carry alone anymore.

What your support means

We’re not asking for this to be easy. We stopped expecting easy a long time ago.

We’re asking for a chance.

Every donation helps us move forward with another transfer. Every share brings our story to someone who might be able to help. Even reading this and sending love means more than you know.

Our goal: $10,000

This will cover one full cycle including medications, monitoring, and travel. Anything beyond that helps us continue trying if needed.

We cried writing this. We almost didn’t post it.

But then we think about Scott, after every setback, still choosing hope, still choosing us, still saying, “we’ll keep going.”

So we are.

Thank you for being here. Thank you for reading. Thank you for caring.

With all our hearts,

Scott and Christin

“Hope is the thing with feathers that never stops at all.”