Deciding to use donor eggs is a personal decision, and happens differently for everyone. I can tell you how I made the decision - I wanted a baby. I was tired of losing. I was tired of grieving. I wanted to be a mom.
The decision didn’t happen overnight. Right before our last IVF cycle with my own eggs, I started thinking about what I would do if it didn’t work. My egg quality and quantity were low, and so I knew it was our last go. Endometriosis had destroyed my eggs - diminished ovarian reserve was my diagnosis.
Donor eggs had a high probability of working and also allowed me a chance to be pregnant, breastfeed, and have a biological connection to my child. I desperately wanted these things.
I wanted to be pregnant. I wanted to be a mom.
When I think of our egg donor, I have so much gratitude in my heart. Thanks to her donated eggs, I get to be a mom to the most incredible human being ever created.
I took the time I needed to grieve my eggs and to accept that my DNA wasn't going to live on. To accept that deciding to use donor eggs was my best chance at my dreams coming true. And to accept that we would both love each other like mother and child and we'd work through any challenges along the way. It’s a journey, and you have to go through it, for everyone’s sake. Especially for the child(ren).
Do I regret using donor eggs? Absolutely not. I only wish I had made this decision sooner. I can't predict how you will feel, but I can share my experience and assure you that every mother via egg donation I've spoken to feels the same way.
I now have an even more beautiful life than I ever imagined and an even stronger bond with my child than I thought was possible. This path to motherhood changed me, it made me stronger, more resilient, and more empathetic. I gained life lessons I couldn’t have possibly learned any other way.
It all makes sense to me now, why I was chosen to take this path.
Love for a child doesn’t come through DNA; it comes from a connection and a promise. It comes from deep within your soul. Loving my daughter is the most effortless thing I have ever done. If I knew the magic that was waiting for me at the end of this journey, I would have made this decision long before I did. I would do it all over again: the needles, the poking, the prodding, the infertility grief, and the sadness, without any regrets of using donor eggs.
The pain and struggle I experienced came with teachings and purpose, I will always hold onto that. My kitchen cabinet once filled with needles and pills was later replaced with baby bottles and bibs. My bathroom filled with ovulation tests, pregnancy tests, and progesterone was overtaken by rubber duckies and hooded bath towels. That empty room I used to go sit and cry in, is now filled with dinosaurs and endless laughter.
Our children always find their way to us, they find the souls they need. They make their way to the ones they belong to. You can’t screw up what’s meant for you, that I know.
Becoming a mother is not about what you give up, it’s about all that you gain. Becoming a mother the hard way, just means you gain that much more. If you can open your heart to a love so unexpectedly beautiful, it will change you, it will make you, and it will be magical.