The emotions of infertility, Creighton chart, and marriage

The joy of the resurrection isn't always noticeable during suffering.

“I have PCOS so I never will be able to have kids.” This statement, and statements similar to it, break my heart. Some women express their sorrow while in their teens or early 20’s, single, engaged, or years into marriage when they discover that they have been diagnosed with PCOS (polycystic ovarian syndrome). The look or the way they discuss their fertility goes the same: the sadness in their eyes or what you can hear in their voices coupled with the self-defeat that pregnan

Many women and couples come to the Creighton Model Fertility Care System to achieve a pregnancy, to find answers to why they haven't...

It was a typical Monday night bedtime routine. I was attempting to lead the kids through their bedtime prayers while my husband was retrieving our oldest from her Monday night activity. Per usual, I was wiped out from a day that became busier than it needed to be and was consequently short on patience, thinking of all the things I still needed to finish before the day was over. So while my other three littles were busy with their typical bedtime antics, I was hustling throu

This is an excerpt I wrote back in December 2022: “This comes to you after a lot of tears. And I mean a lot. Phone calls, frustration, losing my cool at times. Sometimes suffering and bearing the weight of difficulties is just a lot. Through tears, I’ve been given a lot. In the past few months I’ve made more emergency room visits than I have in my entire life with conditions that just aren’t appropriate to say in a blog. I’ve watched results come back with numbers deceasing,

Let’s take a trip down memory lane, to the time of my first follow-up after attending the Creighton Model Introductory Session. This is when Introductory Sessions and Follow-up Sessions were conducted strictly in-person, in that wild time of life known as “pre-Covid”. My husband and I showed up at our FertilityCare Practitioner’s home with our two weeks’ worth of hard-charting effort. He was as annoyingly calm and confident as he always is while I had butterflies in my sto

On Mother’s Day and Father’s Day, the priest will often ask the mothers or fathers in the congregation to stand for a special blessing. Blessings are, of course, great, but I want to speak to those who feel like they can’t stand up or who stand and feel a pang of grief as they do. The ones who long for biological motherhood or fatherhood. The ones whose children are already in Heaven. The ones whose families are split between earth and eternity. For many, hearing phrases like

Before starting this blog, I want to wish you a very happy Independence Day to you and your family. As I was reflecting on what a July 4th blog post would look like, it struck me that, as Americans, we understand and embrace a culture of independence. It's written in the core of our country and drives everything from bucking political systems to striving for individuality in our clothing, technology, and work. After further reflection, I really started to understand how Ferti

Difficult conversations are that: they are difficult. A conversation about infertility, in its reality, can be very difficult. The road...

Modern fertility treatment often uses medications designed to assist with ovulation. While these medications are helpful for many women,...

So you're finally ready to learn a method to learn more about your fertility. You're excited and also nervous. You finally receive all of...

We all know estrogen is a very important hormone when it comes to the female reproductive system. But, did you know you can have too much...

By the grace of God, we have made it through another Lenten season. We have journeyed forty days through the desert of fasting and...

When it comes to waiting, there are very few things that compare to what can be the agony and anxiety induced by waiting. Having some end...

I sat in the gathering room at the Ronald McDonald Apartment in Ann Arbor, Michigan looking out the window. It was cold outside, the air was crisp and the sun flickered off the autumn leaves in a magnificent display of red, orange, and yellow. It was beautiful. But I couldn't enjoy it. My 4 day old son was in the NICU on another floor of the building - dying. My 17 month old daughter was somewhere with my mom. I hadn't seen her in days, and I didn't really know where she was.

We're well into Lent now, and I don't know if anyone else feels this way, but it seems to me that life always feels a little extra "hard"...

In this new age of technology and DNA testing which allows us to find out where our ancestors came from and even medical history...

Have you ever had family members who simply could not keep their noses out of your sex life? Or worse, strangers? I've heard stupid...

We've discussed healing after a miscarriage, husbands' perspectives on infertility and loss, early miscarriages, and pregnancy after a...