09/29/2026
We spend most of our lives trying not to get pregnant, so when we declare to the universe we are ready, how it is possible that it might not just “happen”?
The journey to my baby is not one i would wish on my worst enemy. No woman should assume loss at the site of that happy blue line on a stick, but i did.
I was the 1 in 4 statistic over and over again. Every test, every doctor ruled out a reason other than just “bad luck”.
My doctor ruled out IVF for us because i was pregnant so frequently and it’s truly not a guarantee, so i was left to the darkness of my mind to figure it out.
I followed the breadcrumbs of the learnings i got along the way and as a last resort i received a womb healing, to shift my beliefs, my traumas, to mother myself before i became a mother.
Call it luck, call it woo, call it whatever you want but my next period never arrived.
I lay in the same room every night holding my baby girls hand, that i somehow brought her down from the stars and into my womb.
Forever grateful for the un-named magician that worked with me on this.
