I was only 16 when a doctor sat across from me and said the words that would quietly shape the next thirteen years of my life.chfr
I had been born without a womb.chfr
At first, I didn’t fully understand what that meant.
I was still a teenager. Marriage, pregnancy, and motherhood felt like things that belonged to some distant future.
Then the doctor explained it more clearly.
I would never be able to carry a baby.
I remember staring at the floor while my mother squeezed my hand.
I tried not to cry.
But one thought kept repeating in my head.
I’ll never feel my baby move inside me. I’ll never carry my own child.
For years, I learned how to pretend those words didn’t hurt.
Whenever friends talked excitedly about becoming mothers someday, I smiled.
When relatives asked when I planned to have children, I changed the subject.