From Infertility to Miracles: My Faith-Filled Journey Through PCOS, Loss, and God's Redemption

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My name is Mika Louis-Pierre and this is my Testimony.

The Diagnosis That Changed Everything

I never imagined I would be married and hear words that would reshape my life.

“You will never be able to get pregnant.”

That’s what my OBGYN told me in 2015, after diagnosing me with Polycystic Ovary Syndrome (PCOS). Because I only had a menstrual cycle once or twice a year, she said pregnancy would be a miracle. I was devastated.

A Marriage Tested by Infertility

Why was this happening to me? My heart was broken, and I had to find the courage to tell my husband. We were only a year into our marriage, and I even suggested that maybe he should leave me—that perhaps it would be better for him.

But my husband never accepted that. He stood by me. Together, we began a journey I never expected to be part of our story.

Learning to Reject Limiting Words

As a new believer, I wasn’t yet familiar with rejecting negative or limiting words. Because I didn’t rebuke what the doctor said, I accepted it. I continued to believe that I would never have children.

Until one day.

The Miracle We Didn’t Expect

One day, I began experiencing strange symptoms and went to the ER. To our shock and joy, I was pregnant. It was a beautiful moment—God had done what the doctors said was impossible.

Needless to say, we quickly found a new OBGYN. We had a healthy pregnancy and began planning our baby shower to celebrate our miracle child. We were so excited—until an unforgettable day.

Heartbreak at 8 Months Pregnant

I was eight months pregnant when I experienced excruciating pain and had to leave work early. I went home to lie down, but the pain only worsened. We rushed to the ER, where I met my husband. As they examined me, I noticed something was wrong. The ultrasound technician grew silent, avoiding telling us anything.

Then the doctor came in.

“There’s no heartbeat,” he said. “You’ve lost the baby.”

We prayed fervently, asking God to reverse the situation. But the hard reality set in—I was about to give birth, but our son was already gone.

On that day, in May 2016, we lost our beautiful son, Bryson Louis-Pierre. Instead of planning a baby shower, we planned a funeral. I went into labor, knowing he had already left us—along with every dream we had for him. The only sound in that hospital room was the sound of our tears as we held him one last time.

It was the most painful experience I’ve ever endured. I wanted this so badly, and now it was gone. In the days that followed, I struggled to even get out of bed. I felt like I was losing my mind. My heart was broken. I was broken.

Grieving And Rebuilding Faith

But God picked me up and began putting the pieces back together. My husband and I leaned on each other. We fasted, prayed, and bought baby clothes by faith. We hung them up as reminders that God was still able.

Hope After A Loss

In 2017, we found a new OBGYN—a man of faith who supported us in our journey. My hCG levels began rising, confirming a new pregnancy.

But after four weeks, I began bleeding and cramping. At the ER, they told me I was experiencing a threatened miscarriage, and the fetal pole wasn’t present.

It was another painful blow—but instead of despair, that night as we drove home, we praised God. We had now been pregnant twice after being told it would never happen.

When Will It Be Our Turn, God

Waiting wasn’t easy. Seeing friends and family get pregnant, walking through baby aisles, and experiencing Mother’s Day without a child—it all hurt deeply.

I remember praying in the shower:

“God, I’m Your daughter. We’ve been faithful, fasting and praying—when will it be our turn?”

And God heard us.

Finally, Our Miracle Baby Maddie

In mid-2018, after more prayer and fasting, I had the joy of telling my husband we were pregnant again. He was ecstatic.

This time, we had multiple specialists involved. I followed every precaution to ensure a successful pregnancy. I monitored every kick, every movement, hyper-aware and deeply anxious.

It wasn't easy, but by God’s grace, our beautiful daughter Madison Grace was born. Oh, the joy of hearing her first cry and holding her in our arms. She was our miracle. After so long, what we believed for was finally real. We were parents and God had not forgotten us.

Another Blessing—and Another Battle:

COVID, Emergency Surgery, and God's Protection

Shortly after Maddie’s birth, I became pregnant again. Before this, we suffered another miscarriage—but we remained faithful.

This time, I was pregnant during the COVID-19 pandemic. I contracted the virus, and at just 32 weeks, I had to undergo an emergency C-section.

While on the operating table, doctors discovered my appendix was about to rupture. I had an emergency appendectomy while delivering my baby.

God saved both me and my son.

We went home with another miracle—and now I was a mother of two.

God walked me through a stillbirth, two miscarriages, a C-section, an appendectomy, and postpartum depression. This was more than I ever imagined bearing. But through it all, God held me—even in the storm.

God Was Faithful—Even in Spiritual Warfare:

How We Discovered Spiritual Attacks Were Blocking Our Blessings

Later, it was revealed to us that some of what we faced was the result of spiritual witchcraft. That was confirmed. While many women face fertility challenges, a portion of those battles are spiritual warfare. The Bible says to "be fruitful and multiply," and something was clearly fighting against our multiplication.

But God. It was counter-acted and broken by the Blood of Jesus.

From Stillbirth to Double Blessings Despite What The Doctor Said

Looking back, I want to encourage anyone reading this: have faith. There is nothing too big or too small for God. He can do all things.

It doesn’t matter what the doctor says. God proved to us—more than once—that He is the ultimate authority. Doctors are not God. I didn’t have to accept what they said—and you don’t have to either.

Today, I have two beautiful children because of God’s faithfulness—not man’s opinion.

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