Miracle Momma: A Testament to God's Perfect Timing

By QuaShawnda Everett

God's timing is always perfect life has a tendency of throwing curve balls and sometimes the life we planned does not go as expected. Miracle Momma is a book that shares the painful journey of infertility. Although infertility and pregnancy struggles are common, most women tend to keep their experiences silent and suffer alone. QuaShawn

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tara Tucker
• Release date: Apr 29, 2021
• ISBN: 9781087965338

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INTRODUCTION

Infertility is a dark and painful world with plenty of uncertainty. The world of infertility is filled with anger, jealousy, heartbreak, and pain. The thought of expanding a family is usually exciting. However, when infertility is your medical diagnosis, the family expanding experience becomes a nightmare. Isolation, tears, fear, and disappointment becomes your new normal after each failed pregnancy test or loss. Every pregnancy announcement is a gut punch and a reminder of what you are desperately longing for. No one chooses to enter the world of infertility, but sometimes the world of infertility chooses us. Fertility treatments, doctor visits, and consultations were my reality for ten years. Although struggling to conceive was a painful time in my life, I stumbled across my purpose and strength. I realized that so many women are suffering silently. I questioned God plenty of times and asked him, Why me? I know you feel the same way. Why are unfair situations assigned to our life? Why is God allowing this to happen to me? Why is the journey taking so long? Am I not good enough to be a mom? Someone once told me that the trials of life are actually not for us but for others. Each trial builds up strength, perseverance, and tenacity. I wrote this book to share my journey to motherhood, bring awareness to infertility, and encourage women not to suffer in silence. Sister, you are not alone. Infertility is not your fault. You have done nothing to deserve this. You are not less than a woman. You are not worthless. You are strong, you are loved, and there is so much awesomeness inside of you. Even if infertility isn’t your struggle, I want to let you know that God’s timing is perfect. None of us enjoy waiting and anticipating, but your wait will be worth it. I once read a quote that stated, When it is finally your turn, I hope you understand why the wait was necessary-unknown. Nothing you have encountered will be wasted. One day, you will tell your story of how you’ve overcome what you’re going through, and it will become a part of someone else’s survival guide. -unknown -

Chapter 1

LOVE AND MARRIAGE

First came love and marriage, then came ten years of trying to conceive and an unexplained infertility diagnosis. The two-week wait had ended after our first in vitro fertilization procedure. My phone finally rang at 5 pm after waiting all day to receive a call from the fertility clinic. My fertility specialist was on the other end of the phone. QuaShawnda, I have your blood test results, and unfortunately, you’re not pregnant, she said. My heart started to beat really fast, and I almost lost my breath. I took a deep swallow and tried to control my breathing before I responded. Finally, I mustered up the strength to speak and replied, Oh no, I am so sad to hear that. She instructed me to call the clinic in the morning and make a follow-up appointment. While I was on the call, my husband stood in front of me, waiting to catch me just in case my shaking knees collapsed. He could see my body beginning to fold as I processed the information that I was hearing. I hung up the phone and couldn’t say a word, but the tears that rolled down my cheeks spoke for me. I ran upstairs, got in my bed, buried my head in a pillow, and cried.

It was my 10th-grade year of high school. The school bell rang; I left my math class and went to the cafeteria to enjoy lunch with my friends. My friends and I sat across the table from the school’s popular athletes. My friend brought to my attention this short, dark-skinned, bald guy who sat at the table across from us. She asked me if I thought he was cute, and I told her I thought he looked ok. He was a senior, and I was a sophomore; he was very popular and had plenty of girls running behind him. I didn’t waste my time entertaining the thought of him being cute because there was no way he would be interested in me. Every day my friends and I sat at the same table in the cafeteria. I noticed the guy my friend and I were speaking about began to stare at me every day. When I would look in his direction, he would grin at me and then look away. One day, at the end of our lunch hour, He finally approached me. I was leaving the cafeteria and felt someone tap me on the shoulder. I turned around, and it was him. He asked for my phone number, and I gave it to him without hesitation. When we began talking over the phone, he told me that I looked mean, so he didn’t know how to approach me, which is why it took him so long to talk to me. Little did he know, I was waiting for him to approach me. Not long after our first phone conversation, we started dating.

When he graduated from high school, we went our separate ways. Like, seriously, he was a freshman at a community college, and I was basically a rising junior in high school. During my senior year of high school, we reunited. We still had those butterflies in our stomachs when we saw one another. We started dating again. This time around, our dating became more serious. My strict mom finally allowed him to come over to my house, and I was allowed to go out on dates with him. We were getting to know each other on a whole different level this time around. He had an 11 pm curfew at my house and had to be out the door by 10:58 pm. Whenever he tried to stay past his curfew, mom would always come from the back of the house to remind us of the time. Once I graduated from high school in May of 2002, my high school sweetheart proposed to me in the living room of my home right before my 18th birthday in August of 2002. We immediately set a wedding date, planned our wedding with my cousin Buffy’s help, and had a nice wedding at my husband’s home church on December 14, 2002. I was 18, and my husband was 21 when we married. We were the craziest set of ‘youngins’ anybody had ever seen because we were very adamant about getting married. We did not care about anyone else’s thoughts or feelings about our decision.

Since my husband was a student at the local community college, I enrolled and became a studentat the same college. We had plans of going to a university after I graduated. Unfortunately, my SAT scoreswere not that great, so I could not get into the college we desired. We were accepted into another university but decided to stay at the community college and transfer to a university later. My parents were gracious enough to allow us to stay in one of their properties rent-free until we could get on our feet. We shared the house with my sister and her husband. We lived upstairs, and they lived downstairs, sharing the kitchen and bathroom area of the house. Life was great. Both my husband and I were focusing on college and enjoying our newlywed days. We periodically discussed what it would be like to expand our family. We wanted three children. We said we would name our first son Dre’Quan Quadre Everett. We would get so excited thinking about our future with children, but we were newly married, and having children was the last thing we were planning to do. Honestly, we didn’t think we had time to be parents. We were both working part-time and attending college full-time. In addition to that, my husband was a member of the college basketball team. The basketball team stayed busy with practice and games.

On top of that, we were extremely active members of our local church, and my husband was the church drummer. So, you get the picture; we were some busy campers. We prayed and asked God to bless us with children at the right time. We made the plan to finish college first, relocate, then think about starting a family.

I worked part-time as an infant/toddler teacher at my church’s childcare facility. Around my second year of being employed, my mind started to wonder how fun it would be to mother my own children. Hubby and I had been married for about three years at that time. Of course, everybody and their mother were asking us when we would start a family. Plus, most of my friends that I graduated high school with were becoming parents. I was always hosting a baby shower for somebody around me, so you could imagine that I started to get baby fever for real. I spoke with