meant to be

More than anything in this world, I wanted to have a baby. God had another plan

ZZZ. I STEPPED into the hallway of the hospital where I worked to answer the call on my phone. Children were the focus of my job at the hospital, but this call was about having a child of my own. I’d been waiting to hear back from the office of the fertility specialist who’d been guiding me through in vitro fertilization procedures for eight months. So far the treatments hadn’t resulted in pregnancy, but maybe this call would be the first step toward realizing my dream