The child in the picture is my son. He's been there for about nine years, I think. “Lonely” he is not, he has a rich social life, but he is alone. That is, he is the only child of my husband and me. He doesn't have siblings, but he does have a very big family. In May, he will be 24 years. 

The day he was born was the most beautiful day of my life.

It took me five years to get pregnant. I have undergone all the examinations, from simple to very extensive and radical. Studies where they vacuum your uterus and administer contrast fluid to take a picture, anaesthetic viewing operations and much more. And if they can't find anything after a year, you're eligible for the treatments. 

First, I received six IUI treatments and then three IVF treatments. What all that entails is too much to describe here right now. I could write multiple blogs about that. In total, the treatments lasted four years. In some periods, I visited the hospital three times a week. The amount of hormones I had to take to me, orally and through intramuscular injections, and the number of internal ultrasounds I had to undergo were enormous. 

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