When I shared the news on my LinkedIn and Insta profiles that I had become a Mum for the second time, I know it was unexpected for many, and perhaps even astonishing for those familiar with the trauma and complexity of my first fertility journey.

In the spirit of removing the stigma around discussing fertility issues, I wanted to share this very personal post about our secondary one.

I know I can count on you to treat this update – and my vulnerability – with the utmost respect and compassion.

Statistically, in general populations, secondary-infertility prevalence tends to be higher than primary infertility and it remains a topic that is rarely discussed openly. In other words, having successfully had one child does not guarantee or simplify the road to conceiving the next.

If you read my blog post (on my website annalozynski.com) about my first fertility journey, you’ll recall it was horrendous. From 2017 to 2022, it overtook my life physically, mentally, and spiritually. It involved diagnosis confusion, heartbreak time after time, and multiple miscarriages. We endured four rounds of IVF, a significant financial outlay, emotional depletion, and physical stress. There was even a period during the pandemic when our journey intersected with the war in Ukraine, navigating donor eggs and fertility logistics across borders. But then our miracle spontaneously came through in 2022; a true ray of son-shine.

Going into 2025 we consciously decided to open ourselves to the possibility of a second child, knowing it was three years on and alive to the reality that I was firmly of advanced maternal age. However, we felt a quiet and persistent yearning to give him a sibling and complete our family in the way our hearts had imagined it.

On the 8th of August 2024, during a Lionsgate Portal manifestation session online with “David The Medium”, I envisioned having a second healthy baby. We held the vision often, clearly, and with intention, and we even put baby number 2 front and centre of our vision board going into 2025.

It inspired my word for 2025 – trust. And I affirmed that trust regularly. Trusting that history doesn’t have to repeat itself. Trusting my body. Trusting my fertility. Trusting divine timing. Trusting something bigger than logic or medicine. Trusting what my heart wanted.

I approached the second time around with a different mindset entirely. There were tears at times, but I did not push or obsess or attempt to control every variable. Instead, I consciously released the pressure of expectation and handed the outcome over to the universe. Woo-woo, I know.

Further in the spirit of letting go, one of the most significant decisions we made was to let go of a path we had saved as a fallback. We chose to destroy the embryo we had frozen using a donor egg from Ukraine in 2022. It was a moment of emotional closure, a conscious release of Plan B, and a declaration of trust that if this next child was meant to come through me, it would.

On a physical level, I continued to biohack my fertility as a primary tool, upping the ante when it came to lifestyle choices, intentional nourishment, mitochondrial support, sleep discipline, light exposure, supplementation and stress regulation. As did my husband. I did everything within my control and released everything that wasn’t.

Since going out on my own, I’ve defined success not just by professional milestones or financial outcomes, but by the health of my cells, my hormones, my energy field, and my inner ecosystem. I knew my biological age could outperform my chronological age.

Do you want to know the cosmic humour of it all? The very week I conceived our second miracle baby, I was three chapters deep into a book called “One and Done” (and crying my way reading through it). The universe absolutely has jokes.

I had a healthy, calm (and busy!) second pregnancy (which was riddled with far less anxiety than the “high-risk” first). I earned a newfound respect from my obstetrician who jokingly called me a “freak of nature” and commented that the “longevity potions were clearly working”.

And as for my second birth, it was far less arduous than my first. My first birth (which I’ve blogged about on my website) went for 71+ hours. The second was less than 13 hours end to end, resulting in a vacuum again but thankfully no episiotomy.

For a birth, it was actually quite magical. Labour began on the evening of my husband’s birthday while I was tucking our first miracle into bed for the night.

The night itself felt profoundly symbolic. It rained gently my entire labour, from when I stayed at home through to delivery at the hospital. It felt like a cleansing rain washing away the fear of my first journey and softening the edges of old trauma. And then, bubs arrived after the sun rose over the Melbourne city skyline. It’s probably no coincidence that both our miracles were born on a “Son-day”, are both Sagittarians with angel numbers in their time and birth dates.

Our private midwife described me as calm, stoic, warrior like throughout. Inside, I did not always feel that. Given my long first labour, I was very daunted about the second birth, but I did a lot of mindset work around trusting my resilience.

So why did I keep my pregnant status so private for someone who lives her legal life out loud?

Two reasons.

(1) It intuitively felt right; and

(2) As a solopreneur, pregnancy can unintentionally trigger people to step back and disengage with you. They mean well. They assume you need rest or space. But I felt strong, energised, and very much still in the arena. And financially, I wanted to stay in motion rather than on pause. (Plus, we now have two sets of private school fees ahead of us!).

Speaking of looking ahead into 2026, I do not have definitive plans for “parental leave” other than I will not be “out of the office” like a traditional employee. I am still online supporting existing clients because I have learned that my brain actually craves mental stimulation even in the haze of night feeds. The micro-shifting continues in tiny pockets of time. This is also the beauty of remote work and having values aligned clients and colleagues.

Finally but importantly, to those reading who may be on their own fertility path, particularly those for whom the journey feels raw or unfinished, I hold your tenderness with deep respect. Not every story is linear, and not every ending is joyful. Some journeys take longer than others. I see you.

I share this story because fertility is not just clinical — it is emotional, spiritual, cellular, and deeply human. Mine turned from horrendous to healing.

It turns out miracles can happen twice.

I have not one but TWO “son-shines”.

We are a family of four.

I am officially a boy-mum.

X Anna