In 2007, at the age of 17, my life was set on a route that I could never have imagined. It stunned me, but looking back, all the pieces were perfect for my magic to work out. At my first gynecologist appointment, the doctors found a growing tumor inside my uterus. I believed it was cancer and without any normal uterine tissue left, my uterus was removed. I can vividly remember waking up from the surgery and being told I would never be able to get pregnant. My ovaries were saved, so I knew surrogacy or adoption would be the only way I could have children. But both will be very expensive.
I recall my first encounter with Patty, the mother of Cody, who is now my spouse. pre-precession re-strats in Within minutes, Patty had me giggling and at ease. When you first meet Patty, you sense God’s benevolent presence there. I formally joined this lovely family in 2012 when Cody and I were married. Cody and his family understood from away how challenging having a child would be. Patty frequently makes light of the surrogacy process by joking that she enjoys being pregnant and has experienced no issues in any of her three pregnancies. We were prepared to have kids after finishing college and getting married for five years. But how are we going to pay someone else to carry the baby and fund IVF?
Patty made it obvious that she would carry the child for us after several unsuccessful surrogates. I contacted and scheduled an appointment with an IVF clinic in Dallas, Texas, with the financial assistance of my family. After a thorough examination in October 2016, Patty was declared clear, and I began injecting the eggs to obtain the eggs. My eggs and Cody’s sperm were used to make six lovely embryos, which were then stored. Our first embryo was defrosted and put into Patty’s womb in March 2017. However, this time it didn’t work out, but it wasn’t because of that that our family gave up. The following month, the second embryo was completed, and happiness befell them.
This time, the embryo was successful, and Patty became pregnant in the months that followed. I’m a bit jealous watching her belly grow with my son inside, but it’s a miracle she’s growing. Patty makes sure to include me in every moment, from doctor appointments to sending me videos of Kross moving.
In a flash, I’m holding my beloved Kross Allen. On December 30, 2017, a planned cesarean section was performed on him. I was able to see my own son’s birth, which is a rare opportunity for mothers. Beyond nervous breakdown, that day. I’m concerned not only for my son’s safety but also for my mother-in-law. If my mother-in-law had no more during childbirth, which is a genuine possibility, I wouldn’t know how to find forgiveness in myself. My pulse began to race as I entered the room and saw Patty lying on the operating table with her arms outstretched as if hanging from a cross. This is the lady who put her life in danger to give me the greatest gift of my life.
Kross then met his grandmother, who made his life possible. Patty fell asleep from the medicine and closed her eyes, but a tear rolled down her cheek. I was relieved at that moment, Kross and Patty both made it through the C part with no problem. Patty did a great job in recovery. She makes it seem like giving birth at 50 is easy. Being a mother is the best thing ever. He made my heart complete. I still looked at Kross in amazement. From thinking I’ll never have children to having this miracle baby. Kross was created, frozen in time, thawed and then raised in her mother’s womb, how great is our God?
