Losing  pregnancies is a pain I wouldn’t wish on anyone. But imagine losing five, one after the other, without an explanation that could satisfy your aching heart. That was my reality for years. Every time I found out I was pregnant, I would get excited.

Dream about holding my baby, and plan for a future where I was finally a mother. But just when I thought I was close, the cruel fate of miscarriage would strike again. It didn’t matter how careful I was or how closely I followed the doctor’s advice—I never made it to full term.

The first miscarriage was brushed off as an unfortunate event. The second one raised concerns, but doctors still reassured me that I could conceive again. By the time I lost the third, I had sunk into despair.

My husband, Juma, tried to stay strong for me. Each time we lost a child, he held me, comforted me, and assured me that Allah had a plan. He took me to specialists, we changed diets, and I even tried different forms of treatment, hoping for a miracle.

By the time I lost my fifth pregnancy, I felt completely defeated. I stopped celebrating whenever I found out I was pregnant because, in my heart, I feared the outcome would be the same. I isolated myself from family and friends who kept asking when we would have children.

A Muslim woman sits across from her female doctor as she talks with her about her miscarriages

Despite his strong faith, I could see the pain in Juma’s eyes. He wanted a child as much as I did, but he never pressured me. Instead, he started asking around about adoption.

At first, I pretended to agree with the idea. I nodded when he talked about it and even agreed to start the process. But deep down, I knew my heart wasn’t ready. I wanted my own child. I wanted to experience pregnancy and the joy of giving birth.

One evening, as I scrolled through my phone aimlessly, I came across something that stopped me. It was a story about a woman who had struggled with infertility for years until she sought help from Kiwanga Doctors. The woman was now a mother.

I hesitated for a moment. Could this be the solution I had been searching for all these years? I had always been skeptical about traditional healing, but desperation has a way of making you rethink everything.

That night, I barely slept. I kept thinking about the woman’s story. The next morning, I made a decision that changed my life. Without telling my husband, I contacted Kiwanga Doctors.

mother and her baby trying to sleeping.

The response was quick, and after explaining my situation, I was reassured that I could carry a pregnancy to full term. I was given herbal remedies and spiritual guidance to restore my womb’s strength. I followed their instructions strictly, and for the first time, I felt a strange kind of peace.

Weeks later, I missed my period. A pregnancy test confirmed what I had been praying for—I was expecting again. But this time, something was different. I didn’t experience the usual complications that had always signaled trouble in my previous pregnancies.

With each passing month, my belly grew, and my hope strengthened. My husband, unaware of my secret visit to Kiwanga Doctors, was cautiously optimistic. He kept reminding me to take it easy, to rest, and to follow the doctor’s instructions.

There were moments when fear would creep in, especially when I remembered my past losses. But deep inside, I felt different this time. My body felt strong, and my baby was active. The doctors kept assuring me that everything was progressing well.

Then, nine months later, it happened. I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. The moment I held her in my arms, tears streamed down my face. I had finally become a mother. The void in my heart was filled.

The irony? We were still in the process of adoption. But the moment my husband saw our daughter, he knew—our prayers had been answered. The adoption process was immediately halted because we finally had what we had been longing for.

My in-laws, who had once started whispering about my “bad luck,” were now rejoicing. Everyone wanted to see the miracle baby, and for the first time in years, I felt whole.

To this day, Juma doesn’t know what I did, and I have never told him. All that matters is that our home is now filled with laughter, baby cries, and a love I thought I would never experience.

If you are struggling with pregnancy losses or infertility, don’t give up hope. There is always a way. Contact Kiwanga Doctors today:

Phone: +254116469840

For more information, visit www.kiwangadoctors.co.ke.