My Thoughts

Three weeks to memorize her face, her scent, the sound of her breath. Three weeks to live the motherhood I had spent my entire life preparing for. And then it was gone. No one talks about what comes after — how your body aches for something it can never get back, or how your mind becomes a battlefield where hope and reality collide over and over again. I might never become a mother again. And somehow... I'm still standing."

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"This isn’t the kind of favour you can casually slip into conversation. There’s no easy way to ask a woman to carry your child for nine months—to share her body, risk her health, and tie her life to yours forever. Two years into our search for a surrogate, we’ve learned how profoundly uncomfortable it is to need something this extraordinary from someone else. We’ve had one ‘almost.’ A friend who said yes, then realized she couldn’t. We didn’t blame her—how could we?

"I don’t remember the exact dates, but I remember her face, her strength, her presence. Three weeks of love that changed me forever. 💜