Donor Diaries: Sara
I was moved to egg donation based on the idea that, “what goes around comes around.” I know that someday I’ll use a sperm bank to have children of my own, so donating my eggs now seemed like good karma. I’m only sharing a few genes and something that would go to waste otherwise, so it seemed like an easy choice.
The process was pretty simple. I was so impressed with the amount of care and attention to detail that went into the prep leading up to my retrieval. All the screening and appointments were really in depth! The shots I had to give myself in the medical cycle weren’t hard at all, in fact they were kind of fun! After the procedure there was a bit of cramping and some bloating, but nothing that you can’t live with.
I have to admit that I think about the children who have come from my eggs often. I don’t call them my eggs anymore- now they’re little “chicks!” I don’t think about them in a regretful way, quite the opposite really. I will stop and wonder where they’re at now, how their life is and whether or not they’re boys or girls. Maybe I even wonder what their names are. In that moment I am so overwhelmed with happiness. But then the thought is gone, and I just go about my daily life.
At the end of the day, I’m just happy to know that because of my gift a family exists that otherwise may not. Even without ever knowing or meeting me, I know those families will be forever grateful to me. It’s worthwhile knowing that every time they look at those little “chicks” they’ll think of me and my gift.