✨ A Journey of Faith, Loss, and Hope for Motherhood ✨

My name is mary, I am 34 years old, and for the past six years my greatest prayer has been to become a mother.

In those six years, I have endured six miscarriages.

Six times I carried hope in my heart… and six times I experienced unimaginable loss.

My husband and I visited four different fertility clinics. We underwent countless tests, genetic screenings, medications, and procedures. Every doctor told us the same thing: “There is nothing medically wrong.” And yet, every pregnancy ended in heartbreak. We have spent thousands of dollars searching for answers that never came.

In 2024, after losing my father — one of my greatest supporters — I finally found a clinic that told me my insurance would cover 90% of IVF. I almost didn’t move forward because my grief was so heavy. But my family reminded me that being a mother has always been my biggest dream. I am a preschool teacher assistant, and I love my students deeply — but my heart longs to hold my own child.

When preparing for IVF, doctors discovered what they thought was scar tissue. During a hysteroscopy, they instead found growing cancerous cells. By the grace of God, it was caught early before spreading. I was grateful — but terrified. I was told I would need ongoing medication and monitoring until eventually removing my uterus. Every four months, if I am not pregnant, I must be checked.

After months of medication and healing, I was finally cleared to begin IVF… and then tragedy struck again. My brother died in a devastating car accident. His three daughters and my mother were hospitalized with serious injuries. My world felt shattered again.

I wanted to give up. But my mom reminded me that my brother was so excited for me to have a family. He believed in this dream for me. So I moved forward in faith.

Because of the unexplained miscarriages, I had to freeze and genetically test my embryos. At 34, I chose to go through two egg retrieval cycles to preserve as many embryos as possible before age worked against me.

I was told my insurance would cover four IVF cycles per year.

Instead, I was hit with:

$6,200 for embryo testing and freezing

$90 monthly storage fees

Over $2,000 in copays and diagnostic costs

A $2,200 mock transfer bill after being told it was covered

And then two shocking bills of $14,000 each for the egg retrievals

Almost $30,000 in unexpected charges.

When I contacted my insurance, I learned something devastating:

They were never contacted in January 2025 for verification, despite my clinic providing documentation with names and signatures stating otherwise.

My insurance requested records. The clinic has not sent them.

My appointments were canceled.

I was told I cannot continue until everything is paid.

My embryos — my future babies — are frozen and being held while this financial battle continues. I feel powerless, heartbroken, and overwhelmed. If I had known this would happen, I would have never put my body, my spirit, and my finances through this.

I am working two jobs to try to keep up. I am fighting insurance. I am searching for legal help. But the emotional and financial weight has become too much.

I am asking for help not out of entitlement, but out of hope.

Out of faith.

Out of the deep longing to finally become the mother I have prayed to be.

If you feel led to donate, share, or pray for us, we are beyond grateful. Every dollar helps move us closer to bringing our embryos home and continuing our journey. Funds will go towards paying off my ivf treatments.

I truly believe God did not bring me this far — through loss, cancer, grief, and heartbreak — to abandon this dream.

Thank you for reading our story.

Thank you for believing in miracles. ✨