I previously had worked as a retail sales associate and I was talking to a fellow associate who had been researching becoming a surrogate and she has suggested maybe I become a donor or a surrogate. I thought maybe egg donation at first and surrogate later. But at the time I was pregnant with my middle child so I had just kept the idea in the back of my mind. Then a few months after I had delivered my middle child I had found out that I was pregnant again so my thoughts on egg donation would still have to be a distant thought. Then after I had delivered my third child I wasn’t sure if I was done having children so I thought egg donation would be the best option.
When I moved back to southern California I had applied at a few places….then when I applied at Tiny Sprouts Surrogacy I spoke with someone about being an egg donor and we talked for a little bit about my pregnancy history and everything. She had suggested maybe I become a surrogate instead of an egg donor. First I talked it over with my husband, and he said “whatever you decide I will support you”. So I applied and I was accepted. I was seriously the best decision I have ever made.
When I met my intended parent for the first time I was very nervous but I’m sure they were too. I went thru all of my medical screening and all the ultrasounds and labs. Then came my transfer, the doctors office was so calm and mellow. I definitely thought it was going to hurt and I was nervous. But I had 3 pregnancies with no epidural so I figured it cant hurt that bad, right?! Well transfer day came and went, everything went so smoothly (except for the car accident on the way to transfer but that’s another story). It also helped that intended parent were so nice and very caring making sure I had everything I needed. About 7-10 days later (I don’t remember the exact amount of days) I had a positive blood test its was the best feeling in the world knowing that I was about to give my intended parents everything they had hoped for. But then, the ultrasound came, nothing compared to seeing the looks on their faces when they were able to actually see their little one on the screen.
It was smooth sailing thru the whole pregnancy, we had a planned induction date for a Monday morning to make sure they didn’t miss any of the delivery, but everyone knows you cant tell children what to do. “Surro baby” comes when “surro baby” wants, so Saturday night I went into labor between 9-10. I got to the hospital by 12 and “surro baby” came by 12:30. Watching my intended mother and my intended father hold their child was the most exciting feeling in the world.
Hopefully journey #2 coming soon…..