I Promised to Share My Story: I Thanked Hashem Even When I Had No Children—And Then Everything Changed

My name is Nurit, and I want to tell you something personal—because I promised Hashem that if He helped me, I would.

I’ve been happily married for four years. From the very beginning, we wanted children. But things didn’t go smoothly. At just 26, I was already being told by doctors that it might not happen for me.
"Your hormones aren’t normal,” they said. “You have a fibroid, and your eggs aren’t looking great. It’s not likely.”
It was crushing.

But I didn’t let go of my faith.

Yes, I cried—many times. But I never gave up. My husband and I grew up religious, and we always believed Hashem could do anything. After every difficult appointment, I would talk to Him. I’d cry, I’d pour out my heart, and then I’d tell myself:
“It’s going to happen.”
“Hashem is in charge.”
“Nothing is too hard for Him.”

I was always nervous before seeing new doctors. I’d pray, “Hashem, please don’t let them say anything cruel or hopeless. Please send someone kind.” Because the wrong words could break me. And some women I knew had been told terrible things.

After each appointment, I’d take a day off work just to be alone and talk to Hashem. That was my comfort. Then one day, I heard a class about the power of gratitude—even when life is painful. Something inside me clicked.

So I started thanking Him.

I thanked Him for the doctors.

I thanked Him for the hard treatments.

I thanked Him for all the sadness.

I even thanked Him for the fact that I didn’t have children yet.

It wasn’t easy. But little by little, I stopped fighting reality. I told Hashem, “If this is what You want, then I accept it. Please help me want what You want.” And at the same time, I kept praying for one thing—to be a mother.

It was my biggest dream. I wanted to raise good, kind children. I wanted to give them love. I wanted to build something beautiful in this world—with Hashem as our partner.

And then, it happened.

After three long years, I took another pregnancy test. I didn’t expect much—it had always been one lonely line. But this time… there were two lines. I couldn’t believe it. After everything we’d been through, I was pregnant—naturally. No big treatments. No doctor thought it could happen. But Hashem had other plans.

I’ve never been someone who likes attention. But I know this story could give hope to someone else—and that’s why I’m sharing it now.

If you’re still waiting, please don’t give up. It doesn’t matter how old you are or what the doctors have said. Hashem is bigger than all of it.

At one point, they even suggested egg donation. But we wanted to try our way first. And now, baruch Hashem, we are holding our beautiful baby boy.

We named him Yosef Chaim—to remind us of life and blessing. And we pray he’s just the beginning.

If I can ask one thing from you, it’s this: say thank you. Say it even when it’s hard. Say it even when you’re waiting. Gratitude brings us closer to Hashem, and it brings light into the darkness. It gave me strength—and it opened the door for a miracle.

With love and hope,
Nurit