I applied to the surrogacy agency. Doctors made several attempts to plant an embryo, but nothing worked. And the last time the pregnancy was interrupted. After that, I decided I wouldn’t do it anymore. I returned home and decided to forget about my idea. But six months later I saw an advertisement on the Internet: the Moscow representative office of the Chinese agency offered favorable conditions. I called the number, not really counting on anything: an attempt is not torture. It will work out-well. If it doesn’t work out, then it’s not destined.
My first daughter was born when I was still an 18-year-old girl. After such an easy birth that I had, I realized that giving birth is absolutely not scary. Even then surrogacy was widespread and I seriously thought about it …My family lived poorly. It was difficult for my parents to support me and three other sisters. I got married at the age of 17. With my husband and little daughter, we literally barely survived. There was no money and no home of their own, they got out as best they could. And then I thought about surrogacy again. My husband did not support my idea, no matter how I tried to persuade him, because this option seemed to me the most optimal for solving our financial problems.After a while, our second child was born. It became even more difficult and the husband, unable to withstand the difficulties, left the family. Fortunately, my mother and sisters helped: while I was at work, they nursed my girls. But financially I still couldn’t cope.
Therefore, this time I decided to implement an idea that has been firmly in my head for all these years.I decided to go to St. Petersburg. There I applied to the surrogacy agency. Doctors made several attempts to plant an embryo, but nothing worked. And the last time the pregnancy was interrupted. After that, I decided I wouldn’t do it anymore.
I returned home and decided to forget about my idea. But six months later I saw an advertisement on the Internet: the Moscow representative office of the Chinese agency offered favorable conditions. I called the number, not really counting on anything: an attempt is not torture. It will work out-well. If it doesn’t work out, then it’s not destined.
And this time it worked out. For twelve months, the girls and I lived in a beautiful apartment in a new house.The future parents of the baby I was carrying for them were not stingy: they pampered us with expensive products, gave their daughters toys, paid for our trips to the cinema, the zoo. And nine months later I gave birth to a beautiful, healthy baby.Then we returned to our hometown, the fee for surrogacy was enough to buy a two-room apartment in our city. And there is still a year of life left when we did not deny ourselves anything.
Two years later, I became a surrogate mother again. And again I gave birth to a child for one family from China. Now my daughters and I live in a large private house. The girls have everything they need. Perhaps someone will condemn me, but I don’t see anything wrong with the fact that, even in this way, I have provided excellent conditions for the life of my family.
