My Egg Donation experience

When telling friends and family about your intentions to be an egg donor for a couple you don’t know, you receive all sorts of feedback. It makes you realise how different people are, but as I don’t understand how they think, I don’t expect them to understand my reasons for doing things I do.

I am an adopted child with a perfect childhood, and wonderful parents who are now wonderful grandparents and still part of my everyday life. The love I experienced and the care I received for as long as I remembered, was never compromised because I wasn’t raised by my biological parents.

Thus my belief that your parents are the people who are there when you cry at night, and who battle through the first athletics race with you.

Never did I give the fact that my mother could not experience the joys of carrying a child much thought, until my children were born and I had the privilege of experiencing that wonderful feeling of a life growing inside of you and then give you so much joy. Only then did it cross my mind that it would have been an amazing experience for her. This is why, when I heard about egg donation, I thought it was a great way of returning the favour of my joys to people in need of such a small thing as an egg donation.

Strangely enough I had a very strong feeling of the success of my first egg donation as well as it being a girl – which proved to be true. When hearing about the birth I was so excited and happy for the parents, and I would love to share the joys they experience with their precious baby as far as they will allow me. I don’t know how people can think you could feel any sense of attachment – this baby grew inside her mother and is SO part of her parents.

On one of my visits to the clinic I saw a lady sitting in the waiting room, and immediately felt some kind of bond. My first reaction was to try and see whether she looked familiar, or to try and figure out whether it could possibly be the person I was there for, but I dismissed the idea and forgot about it. Later I discovered that I had been right – is it not strange how a person’s instincts are for these things. If only we always trusted our first impressions and reactions to situations.

Although this last donation was a bit of a rollercoaster ride with hormones, and feeling extremely bloated. At times I thought that I was being silly to go through all of this, but when receiving the mail on a positive result I was so excited and happy that all the discomfort was immediately forgotten.

I know what joy a child can give. They are so precious – something which cannot be expressed in words. It is such a privilege to be able to give such a joy to people who I know will cherish it forever. My greatest wish is for them to laugh to their children every day, to read them stories every night, to bury them in the sand when they go to the beach, to get dirty with them, to cry with them, to discipline them with all the love they have – just because that is what us parents do.

If you have time – take time!