Richard (39) and Ute (33)

We were the happy parents of a sweet 5-year old daughter. We were doing fine, we had just built a house, we were doing well professionally, and we didn’t have anything to worry about.

Every time we watched our little one, Lara, playing, we dreamt of how nice it would be to have another child. I stopped taking the pill. The last time I got pregnant, it happened within 2 cycles after quitting the pill, so we were calculating that our second bundle of joy would probably be born around Christmas. We did not doubt that everything would go as planned.

Unfortunately, everything turned out completely different. It took nearly two years for me to finally get pregnant... but this time it felt different. There was a constant tugging in my lower abdomen, I was bleeding. My breasts felt tight as if they were growing, but I had the feeling that something was wrong.

I had an upcoming appointment with the gynecologist. The night before, I woke up to unbearable pain. My stomach was tense, I kept vomiting, and I could hardly walk. I had never felt so miserable in my entire life. My husband was quick to bring me to the hospital, and upon arrival, I collapsed.

I awoke to my husband sitting on my bed. He sadly told me that I had suffered an ectopic pregnancy and my fallopian tube had been removed. Thank God, at least I have a second one, I thought. I did, in fact, still have my second fallopian tube, but it was blocked. An insidious Chlamydia infection was to blame. No more children for me! Weeks of the deepest sadness followed. I completely isolated myself. Neither my husband nor my daughter could rouse my interest. Whenever I saw a pregnant woman walking down the sidewalk, I’d switch to the other side of the street. Finally, I told my husband to leave me, since I couldn’t have any more children.

Our marriage would have probably ended, had my sister-in-law not scheduled us an appointment at the Wunschbaby Institute with Prof. Feichtinger. We were treated with compassion, they listened to our story sympathetically and then made suggestions for potential assisted reproductive therapy. Suddenly, our life had found meaning again.

Mathias, born on April 12th.