I have been awake since 5:30am, thinking about what happened last week. Nine days ago, you did one of the most unselfish and loving things I have ever seen anybody do for someone else. You gave birth to surro twins – a boy and a girl! They are so beautiful and you did such an outstanding job carrying those babies, but I know delivery was hard on you.
When I saw you the day you came home from the hospital, it scared me. I almost panicked. You were so pale and so swollen. I couldn’t believe how you looked. Your eyes were so puffy they were barely open. Nobody wants to see their baby like that – not at age nine or 90.
But as time went on, I saw you smile and even try to laugh (or not laugh). I thought to myself, “Stop worrying you foolish, old woman! She is strong and she can do this!” You have come so far, but I couldn’t help but worry, because that’s what Moms do.
I sat and watched you and wondered to myself, “How did she do this? Why did she do this?” I can’t help but get mushy over things, because that is who I am.
Then it hit me. I have been asking myself those questions about you for a long time. But I know who you are. When most people would have given up during struggles in their lives, you just pushed through it all. Time and time again when most of us would have quit, you never gave up. You don’t believe in the words, ‘I can’t’. You only see ‘I can’, and so many times YOU DID! That was the HOW answered.
So then I was only left with the question of why. Why would you go through all this for someone else? I struggled to understand why you would choose to hurt so much, body and soul. My heart was breaking for you. You looked so lost. It was like you weren’t sure what you were supposed to do now that the babies were born. I couldn’t stand to look in your eyes. I just kept asking myself why, over and over again.
Then you pulled out your laptop and started to look at the pictures of your new surrogate family. I saw a sparkle come back into your swollen, little eyes. You told me how their daddy hadn’t slept or shaved for three days. You weren’t even sure if he was eating. You get so lost in love when you talk about the twins and their dad, and the adventures you all had.
In that second, I knew why. Your dream was to fulfill his dream; the same dream so many have, to nurture and love a child. The love in his heart was now the same love you feel for your own babies. I saw how you looked at him with his beautiful new family. I knew why.
I have said this before, but I have to say it again. Britney, you amaze me! You are my hero and I have never been more proud of you. You deserve a medal of courage, of compassion, and of selflessness. And those babies make me one happy surro-Nanny!
I am never more than a call away if you need anything.
Love your Mother
The following is written by Britney:
Stefanos and I were matched for six months before we transferred. During that time we got to know each other. We transferred two perfect grade 5AA embryos and got our positive test four days later. We both had a feeling it was going to be twins. At our ultrasound, we found out we were right! Our friendship grew into something magical, much like our pregnancy. There were no concerns during the pregnancy, which we were thankful for, especially since we had twins on board.
We had so many great lunches, meetings, and the pregnancy was great. Stefanos came to all the appointments. He never missed one. We were thrilled when we found out it was a boy and a girl. I carried to 39 weeks and delivered Baby A vaginally and Baby B via C-section. It was a tough delivery, but well worth being apart of the exact moment someone’s life changes; the moment their dream comes true. It is truly rare to see such magic in one place!
We all went home three days later, happy and healthy. Stefanos and I have stayed in contact since the delivery of the twins through texts and weekly visits. We have truly become family and I could not imagine our journey going any different. The day they were leaving the hospital I remember crying, telling him goodbye. I felt like the journey was over and that was it. But he hugged me and said, “This is NOT goodbye! This is see you next week.” He stood by his word. The journey never ended for us. Every day is a journey and I am so thankful I get to be a part of it with him and the twins.