02/05/2025
NO WOMB, NO CHILD: I AM ENOUGH
Nigerian actress Nse Ikpe-Etim's Journey Through Marriage, Infertility, and Finding Wholeness
There are things you never plan for.
You grow up with dreams — you dream of a career, a family, children... the laughter of little ones running through the house.
You think it’s natural. That it will happen. Until life — in its unpredictable way — rewrites your story.
I met my husband, Clifford, years ago. We were just kids when we first crossed paths. Life separated us for a while, but fate has a way of bringing the right people back into your orbit.
We reconnected, fell in love — real love — the kind that holds you together when everything else falls apart.
We got married on Valentine's Day in 2013.
It was simple, beautiful, and filled with genuine hope for a future we would build side by side.
I remember standing there, looking at him, thinking, _“This is home.”_
After our wedding, we tried to merge two very different worlds — my life in Nigeria as an actress and his career as a lecturer in the United Kingdom. It wasn’t easy, but love makes things possible. We found our rhythm.
And then, life decided to test me.
I was diagnosed with **adenomyosis**.
It’s a condition where the tissue that normally lines the uterus grows into the muscle wall.
It explained the years of unbearable pain I had often dismissed. The swelling. The bleeding. The discomfort I had normalized.
When the doctors said,
_"We will need to take out your womb,"_
the world around me collapsed.
I sat there, frozen.
_"What do you mean... no children?"_
I broke.
I went home, called Clifford, and through tears I said:
_"I’m so sorry. I can’t have children."_
There was a long silence.
You know how in movies they make it dramatic with music? In real life, it’s just quiet. Deafening.
And then, he said something that pieced me back together:
_"Nse, you are enough. You are all that I need."_
It’s hard to explain the kind of healing that comes from being seen. From being loved without conditions.
It didn’t erase the pain immediately. I still grieved.
I grieved the children I would never carry. The tiny faces I would never kiss.
There were days I didn’t even want to get out of bed. Days I avoided baby showers, children’s birthday parties, anything that would remind me of what I had lost.
But slowly, slowly, I began to understand:
I had lost a womb, but I had not lost my essence.
I was still Nse.
I was still whole.
The world often measures womanhood by motherhood.
It’s unfair. It’s heavy.
And it’s wrong.
There are women whose hearts are bigger than nations, whose arms have cradled friends, siblings, nieces, nephews, entire communities.
Motherhood is beautiful — but it is not the only measure of a woman’s worth.
Today, I speak out because I know there are many women who suffer in silence.
Women who feel broken.
Women who feel like their bodies have betrayed them.
I want you to hear me: **You are not broken. You are not less. You are enough.**
I still have moments of sadness, of course. Healing is not a straight line.
But I live fully now — acting, traveling, loving my husband, laughing with friends, savoring every breath.
And maybe — just maybe — I was meant to mother differently.
Not with my body, but with my art, my voice, my spirit.
I am Nse Ikpe-Etim.
I am a woman.
I am enough.
And so are you.
May God minister to you if you are facing such challenges 🙏🙏
