She sighed as her eyes fell on the calendar. The new month had dumped a bag full of expectation on her laps. “Everything will be all right,” said the doctor. Now, as she recalled that visit to the hospital, she bled hot tears. The sign she desperately watched for had been flushed down infertility’s drainpipe. Meanwhile, bills, so hard to come by, had crawled up to her neck. “I have been searching for God’s gift of the fruit of the womb for more than a year,” said Mrs. Ovoke Charles-Udo. Her journey, punctuated by frustrating stops at “several things” and “several hospitals,” meant diapers, baby…