A couple of weeks ago I wrote about deciding to apply to become an egg donor through Nurture.
I’ve had all sorts of reactions to my decision, ranging from “Are you MAD?” to “That’s incredible!”, from “Aren’t you petrified of the needles?” to “Aren’t you worried that one day your recipient’s baby [from your egg] might meet and develop a relationship with one of your own children?”
To answer briefly – I don’t think I’m mad at all. I have two BEAUTIFUL children who are happy and healthy. Needles schmeedles. The inconvenience of a handful of jabs is far less to me than the years of desperation and sadness that a woman struggling with infertility would experience. The whole ‘my-child-meets-recipient’s-child’ scenario is practically impossible. Something that never would have crossed my mind, had it not been one of the questions I was asked.
I have friends, special and close friends, who have suffered the cruel trials of infertiliy. I don’t know anyone (I don’t think) who has had an actual egg donation, but I do have many friends who required IVF treatments in order for their eggs to be successfully fertilised. I know their pain. I saw the twinges of pain and depression in their faces when someone announced a pregnancy. I felt their pain when they shared how useless they felt, that their bodies couldn’t perform something that is meant to happen so naturally.
So, this is why I have signed up to be a donor. In the coming weeks, I will document my experiences, to prove to the disbelievers, the naysayers and the (for lack of a better word) scaredy-cats, that egg donation is NOT a horror story of 5 inch needles, raging hormones and resulting infertility. It is the most considerate, amazing and life-changing gift that one woman can give to another.
I hope you’ll join me on my journey, along with the lovely ladies at the Nurture egg donation programme. Visit the “The Donor Diaries” tab drop-down, which I will update at each step.