My husband and I got married in 2013 but we didn’t have our son until 2017. For all the years in between it was hell, we had tried and tried but we just weren’t getting pregnant.
At some point we had both decided to go and do IVF, and we saw our GP who referred us for the consultation. We hadn’t mentioned a word of this to a soul and were about to start the process in 2015 when I randomly received a call from my older sister who lives in Nigeria. She said to me a pastor and friend to our family gave her a message for me. The message was, God wants me to wait, my child is on the way and I don’t need to do IVF.
I was in awe because like I said earlier, we hadn’t told a soul. I agreed with it straight away, held on to that promise and told my husband, but he, being the more logical one in our marriage was not having any of it. As time went by and still with no pregnancy, my decision not to do IVF began to shake our marriage. We hit rock bottom, argued and fought all the time, we both wanted to call it quits. But for some reason, I’m the midst of all the chaos, the blaming, the shame, the fights and the tears, my Faith was unwavering because I believed in Gods promise to me.
