x @suta_bombay “For someone who crafted a world of intention and certainity, I was unprepared for how fragile the journey to motherhood would feel” shares @vaishali_vasikaran ❤️ “Infertility was something I had only heard of in passing—like a storm that hits faraway lands. You never think it’ll find its way to your doorstep. Motherhood was always part of the plan, but never urgent. As an architect, I spent my years designing spaces and building a future I could be proud of. I had dreams to chase - building a design firm, a home to call my own, flights to board and cities to fall in love with. Getting pregnant, I assumed would be the easiest thing to do. Infertility stole things from me that I thought were solid—My sense of self. My faith in my body. My joy. My voice. I carried guilt like a second skin. Days I hated my body for failing me. Nights I cried myself to sleep wondering if I’d ever feel whole again. No one warns you about the wait—The cycle of hope and heartbreak that arrives month after month like clockwork. No one prepares you for the tests, the needles, the scans, the questions that feel like accusations. No one talks about the fear that creeps in at 3 AM, the tears you hide in the bathroom sink. Those four years became a journey that marked me in ways I never anticipated. But slowly, with time and the support of communities who understood the struggle of becoming parents and through love, I began to heal. I slowly stitched myself back together and found solace in simple joys - painting, baking, exercising - finding moments of peace that helped me navigate the heaviness of this journey. Slowly, I began to hope again—gently, cautiously. And today… I hold my baby in my arms. It still feels surreal. Like magic, almost. This journey has shaped me in the deepest way. I am a stronger mother, a more patient mother, and I love more deeply than I ever thought possible.” (Contd. in caption)