Eight tries, one miracle

I joined the program in 2022, in Georgia 🇬🇪. My parents were against it, of course, but I held my ground — I had a goal: to pay off my loans and change my life. 💰

The first two transfers failed. After that I went back to Kazakhstan, gave my body a few months to rest from the medication, and decided to try again — this time in Cyprus 🇨🇾. I believed that maybe this would be the place it finally worked… but sadly, that attempt failed too.

Back to Kazakhstan. A month to recover, then preparation for a Kazakh program. The first transfer — nothing. The second — an ectopic pregnancy, and I lost one of my fallopian tubes because of it. 🙏🏻

That was the moment I gave up. I told myself: “That's it, I'm not doing this program anymore.” It was so hard, both emotionally and physically. 🥹🥹🥹

But a woman I knew — the one who had first introduced me to Maria and the other girls at ConnectSurrogate — said to me: “Let's try one more time. Come to Albania.” 🇦🇱

I didn't think long. I answered: “Alright. Whatever happens, happens.”

On May 7th there was an attempt — another failure. I cried, but I didn't give up, and I waited for the eighth try. And that was exactly when the miracle happened. ✨

The eighth transfer worked. Thank God, the pregnancy went well, and today I look back on the road I travelled with gratitude and peace.

Now I'm preparing for the next chapter this summer, and I know one thing for certain: nothing is ever wasted. Even the hardest roads lead you exactly where you were meant to be. 🤍