I always wanted to be a young mom. I had my first son when I was just 19, and before he turned 1, I again. But when I went to my initial doctor's appointment and saw the ultrasound at eight weeks, the baby was only measuring four or five weeks, and I knew something was wrong.
Two weeks later, I started bleeding and I . It was so hard, emotionally and physically. I never knew a .
I went through a bad depression and lost a crazy amount of weight. Even though my pregnancy wasn't planned, I still wanted the baby. But soon after my miscarriage, I was lucky to get pregnant again with my youngest son.
I felt so blessed because I know for most women that is not the case. My miscarriage opened my eyes to the , and I wanted to help another family. I missed the feeling of pregnancy, which is a beautiful time in a woman's life, and I know I'm corny for this, but I also enjoyed all the doctor's appointments, ultrasounds, and hearing the heartbeat.
My pregnancies before were fairly easy — I didn't throw up much or gain a lot of weight. I was also around 21, 22, and I was a stay-at-home mom, in college, and an eyelash technician. I was always hustling, trying to help out my family.
At first, I became an egg donor because I wasn't sure if my husband would be OK with me being a surrogate. I signed up and was chosen within two weeks, and then within four months I completed my egg donation. I had no complaints.
I didn't go through a lot of pain. But I still felt the need to try surrogacy. At .
