Mum pens heartbreaking letter to her fertility

She opens up about her love-hate relationship with her fertility.

May 01 2017

Sharing her story on the Love What Matters Facebook page, Desiree Fortin, the mum behind The Fortin Trio blog, opens up about her love-hate relationship with her fertility.

“Dear Infertility, I hated you,” the letter begins. “You steal dreams. You break hearts. You bring grief. You consume lives. You are the reason I couldn’t get pregnant on my own.

“You drowned my heart in deep misery from the inability to become a Mother how most women do. You told me that my body wasn’t good enough. You may have been a huge part of my story, but you never defined me.”





Despite all the pain, both physical and mental, that comes with fertility treatments, Desiree says there are things she is ‘thankful’ for.

“As much as I hated you, Infertility, I am also so thankful that you were my story,” she said. “You made me strong. Even before I got pregnant, my strength was rising.

“Not only did I feel like Superwoman after all of those injections, meds, blood draws, doctor visits, etc. but I found strength emotionally, as well. I learned how to be brave and walk our story with faith trusting that God knew every single detail better than I did.”

Most importantly, Desiree says it’s because of her infertility that she gets to be a mum to triplets!

“This love that I get to experience with them is absolutely undeniable. It is the greatest feeling in the world and if you weren’t part of my story, I would be missing out on a truly honorable role as their Mummy.”

The mum finished her letter with a realisation that she doesn’t hate infertility - anymore.

“God makes beauty out of ashes. You were my ashes, but God made you beautiful. If it wasn’t for you-for the extreme heartache you caused me, the lies you told me, the grief you brought my heart over and over again,” she said. “Hope does not disappoint. Hope is having faith for what seems impossible. It is trusting God when it feels hopeless. My journey to parenthood was nothing short of hope.

“Infertility, today, when I really reflect on those years when you were apart of my life, I can only say, Thank you.”

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