There are many moments they do not remember, especially the most difficult ones, when decisions had to be made. The news that they could only succeed with IVF shocked them. Did they try? What path did they go through and was it worth it? You will find out by reading their story.

In the beginning we tried to have a baby without pressurising ourselves. We didn't have a baby for 4 years and then we realised something was wrong. We started research. Quite quickly it became clear that IVF was the chance for us. We experienced a shock. We didn't talk about it for a long time. Finally, we tried it. It didn't work the first time. It was a big disappointment, a big regret, because we thought we would get lucky the first time. We were very hopeful, even though of course we reckoned it might not work out straight away.

The first thing we asked the doctor about after the failure was the date for the second attempt. When the date was set for our next attempt, we felt worse than the first time because we already knew what it was like. We knew that our lives would be subordinated to the treatment. Our rhythm of the week was determined by injections, clinic visits... On the forums they write that it works...so we believed. The second attempt also failed. I was angry, embittered, didn't want to hear about another attempt when my husband asked if he should make us an appointment at the clinic.

The third approach was with a donor. That's why I rejected it for a long time. Tom came to terms with it more quickly. Again, we lived our lives subordinated to the injections. It became part of our lives. After the transfer we were again afraid of the "beta" result, so we did not come for the confirmation of the pregnancy on the appointed day. We turned up two days later. Then we stared at the phone to see if the result information had already arrived. It turned out that I was pregnant! I sat down and cried. At the second ultrasound the doctor said he would let us listen to the heartbeat. Then he added that he would now let us listen to the second heartbeat. I made big eyes.

We did not tell the family about this third, fortunately successful attempt. Nor about the pregnancy for the first few months. We agreed that we would tell them at Christmas. It turned out differently, because it took a long time before I learned to talk about myself being pregnant....

Now the boys are with us. It doesn't matter where they came from. The important thing is that they are.

If we had to make the decision again, it would be the same. You have to believe, because if you stop, there is nothing left.

Today, Kamila is very emotional and tells us that it is thanks to "the doctor" (that's what Kamila and Tomek have called Dr. Rogoza from the beginning) that they can enjoy every smile of their little ones.