I thought long and hard about whether to share this story at all. But then I realised: if my path can support someone, calm them, or give them the courage to take a step — then all of it was worth it.
My journey in reproductive medicine began in May 2024, when I became an egg donor. I didn't yet understand that this was the moment my life would begin to change. Quietly, gradually, but very deeply.
A few months later, a woman I knew — aware that I'd been a donor and had children of my own — suggested I become a surrogate mother. I didn't say “yes” right away. But I didn't say “no” either. I went away to think.
I read, I watched, I searched for surrogates' stories, real reviews, blogs. I tried to answer myself honestly: could I do it? Was my body ready? And most of all — was my heart ready?
Of course, I told my husband everything straight away. We talked a lot, weighed the pros and cons, discussed our fears and the possible difficulties. This wasn't my decision alone — it was ours, a family decision.
In October 2024 the preparation began: tests, exams, ultrasounds. Every time, I exhaled with relief when I heard: “Everything's fine.” In November came the hormonal preparation, and by the end of the month I was already flying to Tbilisi for the embryo transfer.
Mine was a partial-relocation program. I flew in for the transfer with my elder daughter, and the two of us lived in Tbilisi through December and January. A city dressed up for the New Year, walks, lights, that atmosphere… beautiful. But behind the beauty there was a lot of worry too.
It was a great deal of stress. It was the first time we'd left the country for so long. My husband and younger child stayed behind in Kazakhstan. There were moments when it all came crashing down, when I wanted to cry, when I doubted. And that's normal. If you're afraid — know that everyone feels fear.
It worked on the very first transfer. They transferred two embryos — a boy and a girl. The girl took. A little Chinese girl. I simply closed my eyes and told myself: “Then this is how it's meant to be.”
On February 1st we came home. I stayed in Kazakhstan until May, and all that time I tried to be the warmest home I could for this little one. I talked to her, stroked my belly, shared my calm with her. I believe children feel everything. And even though she wasn't mine — while she was with me, I wanted to give her all the love I could.
In May our whole family flew to Tbilisi again — this time for the birth. That summer was incredible. We walked a lot, discovered the city, savoured the moments. Tbilisi stayed in my heart forever — for its beauty, its people, its atmosphere.
August 18th. Exactly on the due date. I gave birth to a little girl weighing 2,980 grams. I felt calm and clear-headed. In my heart I wished her a happy life, full of love and care.
I didn't meet the biological parents in person — they didn't reach out, and for me that felt right. I wasn't looking for attachment. I came into this program with a clear understanding of my role. I completed my path and handed them a healthy, full-term baby. There our roads parted.
With my fee I bought the first car of my life — a fully-loaded black Hyundai Elantra. My dream. But it isn't really about the car.
Surrogacy changed my life. I became more confident. Calmer. I understood clearly what I want from life and where I'm going. My finances improved, my sense of self shifted, even my reflection in the mirror changed. I grew — as a woman, as a person, as a human being.
I entered 2026 a completely different person. And I know for certain — in large part thanks to this path.
In 2026 I want to become a surrogate mother again. Because for me this isn't “frightening,” and it isn't done by force. It's my calling. A path from the heart. A path with meaning.
If you're reading this now and you're in doubt — know this: you are not alone. Fear and worry are normal. 🤍
With love, a ConnectSurrogate surrogate mother
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