Hi, I’m Marisol, and this is the story of how I learned that even after the most painful losses, hope can bloom again.

Ever since I was a little girl, I dreamed of becoming a mother. I remember spending hours playing with dolls and imagining they were my babies. To me, it felt natural, something I always believed would happen when the time was right. I never imagined that building a family would become the greatest challenge of my life.

When I became pregnant for the first time, I felt like I was finally living the dream I had waited for so many years to experience. But everything changed the day my doctor told me that my baby was going to die. They didn’t know when it would happen. They only knew that it would.

Hearing those words was devastating.

My daughter died inside me, and with her, a part of the woman I used to be died as well. My entire world changed. My relationship was affected, my emotions were shattered, and for a long time I kept asking myself over and over why it had happened.

With time, and by the grace of God, my son Tadeo arrived. His birth transformed my life and gave me back part of the happiness I had lost. However, during his delivery, I experienced a serious medical complication that left me deeply frightened. Even so, I continued dreaming of giving him a little brother or sister.

Two years later, we decided to try again.

And that’s when another painful chapter began.

One loss came.

Then another.

And then another.

Each one meant starting over, grieving all over again, and picking up the pieces of my heart. People often talk about pregnancy loss as if it were just a number, but behind every loss there is a baby who was deeply wanted, a dream, a family imagined, and a goodbye that no one sees.

The most difficult moment came when one of those losses put my own life at risk.

I remember clearly when the doctor explained that I had only two options. The first was emergency surgery to stop a severe hemorrhage. The second was facing consequences that could cost me my life.

There was also the possibility that they would have to remove my uterus.

I couldn’t understand how the simple desire to have another child had brought me to that point.

I entered the hospital terrified. When I woke up after surgery, the first thing I thought was that I would never be able to try again. My husband was the one who told me that they had been able to save my uterus.

Even so, everything I had lived through left a deep mark on me.

I made the decision not to try for a natural pregnancy again. The fear was simply too great. But deep inside me, there was still a small light, a voice telling me that my story wasn’t over yet.

That was when we decided to ask for help.

I remember perfectly the day I saw a post from Ingenes. I sent a message and was surprised to receive an immediate response. It may seem like something small, but to me it meant everything. After so many years of feeling lost, someone was finally listening.

That was the beginning of a new chapter.

During the pandemic, we had our first consultations through video calls. That’s when I met Dr. Héctor Carrillo, who from the very beginning gave me something I had almost completely lost: hope.

After eight years of losses, pain, and disappointment, I arrived emotionally exhausted. I had learned to protect myself from other people’s opinions, from comments that judge without understanding, and from those who believe they have answers to a pain they have never experienced.

That’s why I chose to remain silent.

Throughout the entire process, only my husband and I knew what was happening. It wasn’t shame.

It was protection.

I needed to live that journey away from opinions that could break the little strength I still had left.

As I moved forward, I discovered an unexpected tool: writing.

I started writing every day. What I felt, what I thought, my fears, my hopes, my frustrations. Little by little, that journal became my refuge.

There were so many emotions, so many moments, and so many stories within that journey that one day I realized it all deserved to become something bigger.

Over time, those pages became a book.

I didn’t write it only for myself. I wrote it for every woman who feels like she is going through this struggle alone. For those who believe no one understands their pain. For those who need to know that it is possible to keep moving forward, even when it seems impossible.

One of the most important parts of my experience was discovering that I wasn’t alone.

When I arrived at Ingenes, I thought I would only receive medical care.

Instead, I found something much greater.

I found emotional support.

I met Dr. Carmen and participated in therapy sessions, workshops, and activities that helped strengthen me mentally and emotionally. I learned that emotional health is just as important as any medical procedure.

I also met a community of extraordinary women.

Women from different states and even different countries who were living experiences similar to mine. Even though many of us had never met in person, we supported one another every day. We shared fears, victories, tears, and hope.

To this day, I still feel that many of them are part of my family.

Eventually, the pregnancy that would change my life finally arrived.

But even then, the fear never completely disappeared.

There were episodes of bleeding, concerning diagnoses, and moments when I thought history was about to repeat itself. Yet something inside me kept telling me that this time would be different.

When they confirmed that I was having a girl, I felt a happiness that is impossible to describe.

And then something happened that I will carry in my heart forever.

I had a dog named Güera whom I loved deeply. Once I knew I was expecting a daughter, I decided to do a photo session with Güera and my ultrasound pictures.

A few days later, Güera passed away.

It was incredibly painful, but deep inside, I felt something very personal. I felt that she had stayed by my side through the hardest moments and somehow said goodbye once she knew my daughter would be okay.

Maybe it won’t make sense to everyone.

But to me, it was one of those small signs life gives you when you need them most.

The months continued to pass.

And then, finally, the day arrived.

I remember it was raining when I arrived at the hospital. Despite my nerves, I felt a sense of peace I had never experienced before. I had worked so hard emotionally to get to that moment that, for the first time in a very long time, I was able to trust.

At 9:40 in the morning, Cielo was born.

When I held her in my arms, I felt like I was living a dream.

Newborn Cielo, wearing a flower headband, wrapped in a blanket

Cielo as a newborn.

After so many years, so many losses, so many tears, and so many moments when I thought I would never make it, I was finally holding my daughter.

She had finally arrived.

The first days after giving birth also brought new challenges. I experienced emotions I wasn’t expecting, a great deal of anxiety, and moments of sadness that I later understood were part of postpartum depression.

Thanks to the support of my family, other women who had gone through similar experiences, and everything I had learned throughout the process, I was able to navigate that stage and find myself again.

Today, Cielo is one year old.

And every time I look at her, I remember the entire journey we traveled to get here.

Sometimes I look at photographs from those years and I’m amazed by the strength I found when I thought I had nothing left. There were moments when I felt completely broken, but somehow there was always a reason to take one more step.

One more time.

And then again.

And again.

Until I finally made it.

If I could speak to any woman who is walking a similar path today, I would tell her something very simple:

Don’t lose faith.

Even when you’re afraid, keep going.

Even when it seems impossible, keep going.

Even when others tell you it can’t be done, listen to your heart too.

I was told many times that I should give up.

I was told I should settle.

I was told that maybe I simply wasn’t meant to have another child.

But I kept going.

And today I can say that every sacrifice, every tear, and every attempt was worth it.

Because when I look at Tadeo and Cielo, I understand that the greatest dream of my life is right here in front of me.

Thank you to Dr. Héctor Carrillo, Dr. Carmen, and the entire medical, emotional, and support team who accompanied me throughout this journey.

Thank you for reminding me that there was still hope when I could no longer see it.

And thank you to every woman who continues fighting.

Because I know how difficult it is.

But I also know that sometimes miracles arrive right after the moment when we think about giving up.

If you relate to Marisol’s story, schedule your First Consultation and take the first step toward your baby.