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Single, 42 and Infertile But I Still Gave Birth To My Baby

As a child, I was obsessed with babies. If anyone asked me if I wanted kids when I grew up, I would exuberantly respond that I wanted eleven babies (I know, right? Eleven??). I distinctly remember stalking a pregnant mother in my neighborhood, asking if I could care for her child once it was born. She obliged and I spent every day after school at her house. You could basically say that loving babies and kids was my hobby.

But somewhere along the way, I lost my conviction and clarity. I went to college and law school, graduated at the top of my class, and got a job at a prestigious law firm during the dot-com boom in Silicon Valley. I was focused  on my career and worked insane hours.  Dating, however, was not my best skill, and I wasn’t taking any intentional steps to find “the one.” When people asked me if I wanted kids, I would always say, “I don’t know. It’s a decision I want to make together with my partner once I find him.” But I just never found him.

In contrast, most of my friends who wanted babies were deliberate and intentional about their dating efforts. They spent time on dating sites, went out specifically to meet men, even hired matchmakers. Soon, they moved on to marriage and began having kids

However, I was fast approaching 40 and there was still no partner in sight.

As I faced the closing of my fertility window, I realized I needed to think about whether or not I truly wanted children … with or without someone to co-parent with. I wasn’t panicked though. Friends all around me were having babies in their late 30s and 40s. My own mother had me when she was 39. I thought that, if anything, my generation had proven that having a baby later in life is possible and, in some ways, more desirable.

It took me over a year of contemplation to decide to take the leap into solo motherhood. As much as I loved children, I wasn’t certain that I was ready to give up my freedom and life of spontaneity. Who would I be if I couldn’t travel the world, go see various spiritual teachers on a whim, stay out late dancing, and sample all the best restaurants and music festivals?

The flip side started to seep in too though: Would life get boring for me if I only had to focus on myself? At some point would I get bored of travel, retreats and dancing?  Already, the last few times I had traveled somewhere exotic, it didn’t have the same allure. The intense drive of my spontaneous life was fading. Something else was calling me. I was looking for something … more.

And then one day, my teacher said to me, “Have you noticed that you cry every time you talk about not having a baby?”

It was true! And that was a startling realization. But, as I considered the idea of solo mothering, I just kept thinking: This isn’t the way I thought my life would unfold! I had to mourn the life I thought I was meant to have and re-imagine the remainder of my life unfolding an entirely new way.

My greatest fear was — Would I be alone forever if I have a baby by myself? Who would want to date a single mom?

I was also deeply concerned about financial stability.

How would I manage alone — financially, emotionally, logistically? What if I lost my job? Or couldn’t work again due to physical pain?

My teacher reminded me that nothing in life is ever certain.

People who find the love of their life end up divorced, cheated on, and even widowed. Happy couples remain childless due to infertility. No one’s “dream life” is promised to them. And, everyone’s job safety is impossible to predict.

I could freak out about having a baby alone and miss my chance at becoming a mother, or I could lean into the uncertainty and let the rest of my life unfold as it was meant to. Having a child alone did not necessarily mean I’d never meet a life partner. It might mean delaying the partner for several years, or it might mean that being pregnant would make me feel amazing and sexy and call in the partner I’d always dreamed about. It was truly impossible to predict.

Then, one day in meditation, I had a vision of a little girl in a frilly, pink dress riding on a swing on a glorious spring day. In that moment, I knew — I wanted to become a mother more than anything. All of my indecision vanished in an instant! I was ready.

I wanted to be of service in some way, and I realized I wanted to be of service to a child. (Of course, at the time, I had NO idea just how much surrender and sacrifice motherhood would entail!)

I researched the logistics and started trying to conceive a child alone with the use of an Identity-Release donor (which is an amazing process, by the way, but that’s a story for another day).

But then, my OB/GYN informed me that if I wanted to have a baby, I’d likely have to use an egg donor. WHAT?  This was definitely not part of the plan!

I refused to listen and instead spent a year trying to get pregnant with my own eggs (I won’t even start trying to explain the lengths I went to on that front) I finally accepted that I’d need to use both a sperm and an egg donor.

I finally came to terms with having a baby via egg donation and I have no regrets.

On April 3, 2014 my son was born. Happily. Gloriously. A beautiful, healthy, amazing son. And, I can’t imagine a more perfect union.  I have no doubt I got the child I was meant to have.

Motherhood is about love, plain and simple … no matter how complicated the journey is getting there

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