Sometimes things don't work out straight away, the attempts take a long time and the goal gets further away. However, you have to believe that just as the sun comes out after a storm, after many years of trying, the desired motherhood will finally come. Read the touching story of Marta*, who, despite setbacks, continues to fight for her happiness. It is a story of pain, but also of hope that does not allow you to give up. We are keeping our fingers firmly crossed for Marta and all the couples who are still fighting. We wish them perseverance and faith that one day the dream will come true.

"We are a couple of thirty-five years old trying to have a baby. This is our biggest dream, which is currently unattainable for us. Three miscarriages, two IVF attempts, countless inseminations and nothing....

Let me start from the beginning. I got married being two months pregnant. I was 21 years old. I was terrified wondering how we would manage. Once I got used to the idea of becoming a mum fate took that away from me. I had a miscarriage. No one knew the cause. I just heard from the doctors that these things happen and that's it. I was devastated, but I didn't give up and quickly decided to have a second pregnancy. Unfortunately, I couldn't. We tried for two years and nothing. I didn't want to go to the doctor, I thought it was nothing, that it would definitely work out. Eventually it did and I was pregnant again. This time the planned, expected, longed-for one. The first visit to the doctor went perfectly. He assured me that everything was fine and there was nothing to worry about, even though my previous pregnancy had ended in miscarriage. My joy lasted three months. I felt bad, went to the toilet. I was haemorrhaging. I knelt down and begged God not to do this to me, not to take my baby away from me. He did not listen to my prayer. It took me a long time to recover, I couldn't accept it, but I had to start living. The rest of my life was hell. I associated every rapprochement with getting pregnant. I wanted it so much, even though I feared another miscarriage. I promised myself that I would immediately lie down the whole pregnancy, be careful, take care of myself. For eight years nothing came of it, no one could help me. Everyone blamed it on my psyche. They said I should leave, not think about it. But I wasn't able to think about anything else.

After so long, I was beginning to lose the remnants of hope. One day I decided to take a pregnancy test. To my surprise it showed two lines. I immediately went to the doctor and he confirmed the result. i couldn't believe my luck. Unfortunately it took 5 months. The doctor said everything was fine, I took my medication, but I didn't lie down because he said there was no need. I relieved myself, I believed it would be fine, unfortunately it wasn't. Bleeding started again, I ended up in hospital on pregnancy support. It was unclear why I was losing fetal water. The doctors tried their best, but we lost our Igunia. It was a blow below the belt. I thought I wouldn't pull myself together, it was the end of the world for me and my husband.

It's been two years since then and today I'm at the infertility clinic after two attempts already. Admittedly unsuccessful so far, but I am not losing hope. I am going to be a mum. I believe it with all my heart."

*Name has been changed