The doctor says, "Your chance is low."
The room goes dark. I'm all alone.

How can these be the cards I'm dealt?
I know I'm not perfect. I fill with regret.

For all the years wasted when the time was right,
But the one for me was still out of sight.

I keep turning the pages as I go,
My story already written, and in time I will know.

So I hold onto faith and trust in what I can't see,
And when I'm at my lowest, He comforts me.

I'm not a quitter. I won't give up.
I may not look it, but inside I am tough.

The path for most isn't meant for me,
And once I accepted this, I was finally free.

Statistics are just boundaries that I'll see myself through,
And when she's in my arms, I'll say, "This was all for you."

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Family means the world to me. Mine got bigger in 2012 when I married my husband Troy. At the beginning of 2014, after a year of trying to start a family of our own, we learned the heartbreaking news that it was not going to be so easy for us. I wrote this poem after we came home from the doctor's appointment. Almost a year later now, it's been quite an emotional journey to say the least. However, I believe the hard times will be forgotten the day God blesses us with our baby. Until then, I stay in faith.