Hi, I’m Brittney, and my surrogacy journey began about two and a half years ago, in the most ordinary place: standing with my family at the Nevada Day Parade. For months before that day, I had quietly been researching surrogacy. Something about it kept pulling at my heart, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe I was meant to help bring a baby into the world for a family who couldn’t do it on their own.

As the parade went by, I finally turned to my husband and said what had been on my mind for months. “I think I want to become a surrogate”. I told him that I wanted to do something bigger than myself, something that truly gave back. I was adopted when I was two years old, and I’ve always felt deeply grateful for the life I was given. Part of me wondered if this could be my way of giving that same gift to another family. My husband looked a little surprised at first, then smiled and said, “Wow, babe… I think that’s a great idea. I’m here for you. Tell me what you need from me!” And just like that, the journey began.

I submitted my application and started the long process of interviews, screenings, medical clearances, and waiting to be accepted by an agency. Eventually, I was approved and moved into the matching stage, where I would be introduced to intended parents. My first match was a wonderful couple from Paris. We connected quickly and were excited to move forward together, but a few weeks later, we learned their clinic had very strict qualifications, and unfortunately, I didn’t meet their criteria. It was disappointing, but I reminded myself that this journey was bigger than one moment.

I was matched again, this time with a couple from Germany. We spent months getting to know each other and building a relationship. But after more medical questionnaires and complications, the journey came to a halt. That was when I made the difficult decision to step away and ask to be rematched. By the third attempt, I was starting to feel discouraged. I remember wondering if maybe this just wasn’t meant to happen. I spent weeks looking through intended parent profiles, but none of them felt right. It began to feel like I was trying to force something just to complete the journey, and that didn’t feel fair to anyone.

Then one day, my coordinator Corinne reached out and told me that one of their previous families had contacted the agency. They were hoping for their third surrogacy baby, and, in her words, they were incredible people. She encouraged me to take a look at their profile. When I opened it, something immediately felt different. It felt right! My husband and I scheduled a meeting with them, and from the moment we started talking, the connection felt natural and easy. It didn’t feel forced or awkward. It felt warm and genuine, and we both knew this was the family we were meant to walk this journey with.

Once we were officially matched, we moved into contracts and prepared for embryo transfer. In November 2024, we transferred a beautiful little girl embryo. Everything seemed to be going perfectly. I carried her and watched her grow for about 13 weeks until the unimaginable happened, and we lost her. It was one of the most painful experiences I’ve ever been through. The heartbreak was overwhelming, but through it all, the intended parents stayed right beside me. We grieved together, supported each other, and slowly began to heal.

By February, we decided to try again. What followed were months of waiting, additional screenings, canceled cycles, and frustrating delays due to fluid buildup and timing issues. It felt like every time we got close to transferring again, something pushed the date back. Eventually, we were given another transfer date, this time with a boy embryo. On June 16, 2025, we transferred again with a different fertility doctor. From the beginning, something about this transfer felt calm and peaceful, like everything was finally lining up the way it was meant to.

The pregnancy had its challenges. Carrying at 38 isn’t always easy, but I stayed focused on why I started this journey in the first place. On February 19, 2026, we welcomed a beautiful, healthy baby boy into the world! Watching his parents meet him, hold him, and finally become the family they had dreamed of being is a moment I will carry in my heart forever.

Surrogacy is about so much more than pregnancy. It’s about faith, patience, heartbreak, healing, and love. It’s about strangers becoming family and finding hope again after loss. Becoming a surrogate is one of the most meaningful things I have ever done in my life, second only to having my own two children. This journey changed me, and it reminded me that miracles really do happen!