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When It Takes a Village: Our First Surrogacy Story

Our surrogacy journey began back in 2016, during a time when our hearts were full and our home felt complete. We had four wonderful children and didn’t plan to grow our family any further—but something within me kept stirring. I’ve always loved being pregnant, and after some reflection, I realized that maybe I could use that love to help another family experience the joy of parenthood.

So I began researching surrogacy agencies, looking for the right fit—somewhere supportive, ethical, and clear about the process. I found IARC in Minneapolis, and from our very first conversation, I knew they were the right agency to walk alongside us on this journey. They were kind, honest, and aligned with the values we held closely.

Finding the Right Match

The process didn’t happen overnight. In fact, it took nearly a year to match with our first intended family. We were incredibly intentional about who we would work with. After completing the extensive screening and medical testing, we were clear on one thing: we needed a family whose beliefs aligned with ours—especially when it came to the topic of termination.

It’s something not everyone realizes about surrogacy. If a medical complication arises during the pregnancy, the decision to terminate belongs to the intended parents. For us, there were certain lines we couldn’t cross. We weren’t comfortable with terminations based on gender or minor complications. We wanted to ensure that any family we carried for respected those boundaries and shared our values.

When we finally matched with the right family, it felt meant to be. Not only were they completely aligned with our perspective on termination and birth planning—they also lived just outside Minneapolis, which was incredibly convenient since that’s where our reproductive endocrinologist was located.

From Match to Miracle

We were honored to carry their last two frozen embryos, and when we went to our first screening appointment, the parents were able to meet us in person. The medical consultation went beautifully. We agreed on a medication protocol that worked for everyone, and before long, we were scheduled for the embryo transfer.

To everyone’s joy and amazement, both embryos took. I was officially pregnant with twins!

The pregnancy went smoothly, and we carried those two little lives all the way to 37 weeks, which is considered full-term for twins. When it was time, we were induced—and I was so grateful to deliver them naturally, without a c-section. My OB was fully on board, and everything looked perfect.

A little fun fact: when you deliver twins in the hospital, you don’t give birth in your labor room. Instead, you deliver in the operating room, just in case there’s an emergency. It’s also kind of a party—everyone and their brother seems to show up! The room was packed, buzzing with energy, and filled with joy.

The Power of Community

After the delivery, we were able to spend time with the babies and their parents. We stayed in the hospital together for a day, soaking in the moment, taking photos, and just being together. It was emotional, peaceful, and incredibly fulfilling.

Throughout the process, people often asked me, “What do your kids think?” or “How does your husband feel about all of this?” I always loved answering those questions, because honestly, our entire family was incredibly supportive.

My husband was on board from day one. Our children were younger at the time—still in elementary school—and they were fascinated by the idea that we were helping another family grow. We were open with them at every step, explaining in age-appropriate ways that these babies weren’t ours, how the medical procedures worked, and what surrogacy meant.

When I had appointments or during the delivery, our extended family stepped in to care for the kids so that my husband could be by my side. It really did take a village—and we had one behind us every step of the way.

A Bond That Lasts

To this day, we still maintain a positive relationship with the parents of those sweet twins. We exchange updates and Christmas cards, and even though life is busy on both ends, we still find time to connect now and then.

It’s such a joy to see how the twins are growing up—and to notice how much they resemble their siblings, since all of the children are biologically related. Watching their family blossom is one of the most rewarding parts of the entire experience.

Being a surrogate isn’t just about carrying a baby.

It’s about faith, trust, community, and love.

It’s about building families and creating lifelong bonds.

And for us, it was the beginning of something truly beautiful.

Source: When It Takes a Village: Our First Surrogacy Story

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