My sister Rachel struggled to conceive for years. She and her husband spent a little fortune trying to become parents, but eventually, all those IFV’s ended up with heartbreaking miscarriages that broke my sister’s heart over and over again. It felt like her world collapsed little by little as she could no longer try. And that’s when I came into the picture and agreed to be their surrogate.
The decision wasn’t made lightly, but on the day they asked me to carry their baby, Rachel has already lost her bubbly personality. She withdrew more and more and stopped being around people who had children. She even missed some of my sons’ birthdays and I could no witness her dying inside.
Looking at my boys through the kitchen window as she slipped her fingers around the glass of water, I could feel the love she had for them and I knew she would be the perfect mother if she’ had the chance.