Scenes From My Surrogacies: A Memoir in the Making

Doug was splitting his time that day between work and visiting me, so my mom brought my two oldest kids to the hospital to visit me and to see the twins. Once they’d arrived, Grace brought the babies, tightly swaddled and bundled together in one rolling plastic bassinette, up to my hospital room, located one floor above the nursery.  Although the babies were a good size when they were born – 6lbs and 6 lbs, 9 oz, - they could easily have passed for a little girl’s toy dolls laid lovingly in a plastic shoebox.

The kids peeked into the bassinette and their eyes grew wide as I grew nervous. Would Grace let them hold the babies? Would she even let them touch them? I had never felt so much like I was in uncharted territory as I did now that we were both finally mothers.