A Journey of Loss and Learning

There were so many things I considered in deciding if I could be a surrogate. I thought through what I would have to sacrifice and if I could really do it.  I knew a woman who had done it and asked her tons of questions. I liked the idea of it and I wanted to be able to do it, I just didn’t know if it was something I could really do. 

The idea of helping a family have a baby always excited me. I have worked with and served families my entire adult life. First as a preschool teacher. Then I became a childbirth educator and doula and I started my business coaching families. Surrogacy was an extension of this, but it was much more than just doing a job. It involved dedicating more than a year of my life and my family’s lives to being pregnant.

About 5 years ago some clients of mine were in need of a surrogate. They had extreme complications in the delivery of their first baby and it would be much too dangerous for her to carry a baby herself again. At that moment I offered to carry a baby for her. This amazing couple I had worked with decided it would be too complicated to have someone so close to them be their surrogate. I completely understood and was not hurt by their decision at all. 

Yet I now knew I was ready. Being a surrogate was something I could do and wanted to do. I found an agency and began the process. 

I was matched with an amazing couple in California. 

It was so exciting to be helping a family make their dream come true. Even with all the medications and appointments, we all were so excited. Transfer day was really cool. I tend to geek out on the technology stuff, so I thought the process was amazing on so many levels.

After the long 10 day wait to get blood work done we found out I was pregnant! We had an ultrasound that showed a sac, but it was too early to get a heartbeat. Then two days later I started bleeding. It was so scary. I called and talked with the doctor to see what I should do. He said if the bleeding was light and slowing down to not worry but if it pickup to go to the emergency room. By early morning I was heading to the emergency room. 

I was having a miscarriage and I was so devastated. It had never occurred to me that if I got pregnant there would be a loss. I felt like a huge failure. Like I had failed the Intended parents. I felt I must have done something wrong with my medications or activity. I felt my body had failed.

None of those thoughts were actually true. I was able to process and work through emotions to move on. We started again.

We did two more cycles. The second cycle I didn’t get pregnant. The third time I did and once again had a miscarriage. 

The couple decided to stop the process and move forward in another direction. I was left feeling like my ability to be a surrogate was stolen from me. The agency I was working with said they wouldn’t be able to match me again because of the history I had now. Here was something I had spent so much time on and put my body through so much.  Now I wasn’t going to be able to actually be a surrogate. 

As time has passed, I have come to realize that I did get to be a surrogate. I didn’t carry and birth a baby, but I still had my own journey. I am so grateful for the experience. I learned so much about what a person who struggles with infertility experiences, which has helped me so much in my work with families. 

I have no regrets about my journey and I’m still friends with the couple I was a surrogate for. I learned about my values and myself during this process that I could not have learned any other way.

My journey can be seen as a sad one. But I hope it encourages anyone thinking about being a surrogate to take the leap. Even if it turns out differently than you expect it will still be worth it. 

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