When I was a teenager, I had a cousin who couldn’t have children. Her body didn’t allow her to get pregnant, for a reason that is still unknown to me. A few months later, another cousin told me she couldn’t have children either. She had what is referred to as an “incompetent cervix.” I didn’t know what that meant back then but I do now. Little did I know, infertility is a growing epidemic around the world.
When I started having children of my own, I kept thinking about my cousins who couldn’t have children and wondering how I could help them or others like them. Was there anything I could do? How would I go about helping someone in their situation? What would people think about me? Yes, ...view middle of the document...
No more than a week passed before I received another phone call about second couple wanting to meet me, this time in the office. I was given very little information about the couple, except that they were international. I may not have known anything more about them but I secretly hoped they wouldn’t cancel our meeting. It was two weeks away, anything could happen in that time.
The day finally came, and I was extremely nervous. I dressed as nicely as I could, as if I were going on a job interview, and drove to the office. I arrived at the office before the couple, which made me more nervous than I already was. I sat in the waiting room for what seemed like forever. Then, in walked a very beautiful, tall, blonde haired, blue eyed woman, a salt and pepper haired, taller, handsome man with green eyes, and a little blonde haired girl who was a replica of the woman. “Is this the couple?” I thought to myself. It was!
As we walked into a conference room, I wondered if there would be a language barrier or if they spoke English. It caught me by surprise; all three of them spoke fluent English. It was nice to speak to one another directly, instead of through someone else. The interview lasted over an hour, with many questions and concerns being addressed by both sides. We had a lot in common, which I believe made the conversation easier. As I left, I felt sure I would be carrying a baby for this couple from Italy.
It was almost a month, before I heard anything from the agency about what would happen next. During this time, I began to think the couple didn’t like me, even though I felt we connected. However, I was wrong; they loved me! I was informed the couple had decided before I walked out the door that I would be their surrogate. I wasn’t the only one who felt the connection and sense of familiarity during the interview. Could it have been my Italian roots or my brutal honesty? Maybe it was both, all I knew was they loved me.
That’s when the craziness began. Within three months I had several appointments with their specialist, my ob/gyn, a psychologist, and a phlebotomist. Before I knew it, I was carrying twins! I...