A surrogacy birth story


Sarah: Im betting its going to be 8lbs 4ozs!!

Nick: Based on intuition, experience, or something else?!

Sarah: Dont feel too big and Georgina was 8lbs 2ozs and i think it might be a little bigger!! the fact i can still walk means its not going to be nearly 11lbs like alfie!!!

Nick: I honestly know nothing. But I’ll stick my oar in, why not? I’m gonna go lower. Just under 8… How many ounces in a pound?

Sarah: 14?

Nick: Okay then. I’ll say 7 and 13!

Sarah: Ohhh bets are on!!! it will definately have a flash of dark hair too!!

Michael: I LOVE this. I’m gonna go light hair and 8lbs 1 oz. tee hee hee!
But am now definitely going BOY
Just a hunch

Sarah: It’ll never be blonde!! I’d put actual money on it!!!!! Oh and I’m still going for girl!!!

Michael: Fiver says fair/blonde!

Sarah: You’re on matey!!!

Michael: Deal. <Shakes>


So, little Elliot was born at 2.20pm on Thursday 7 March. He weighed 8 lbs 5 oz, has a beautiful head of dark hair (though Michael keeps suggesting he can see lighter hair in there).

His entry into the world was a very quick and easy one – the caesarean section proceeded without accident nor incident and was all over within under an hour. Sarah was comfortable and in great humour throughout, and has continued to be so ever since, going through all the right recovery motions – getting up and walking as soon as possible thereafter, and being as active as possible given the major operation.


The day started for us with an early wake up (after very little sleep from the anticipation of it all). We headed over to Sarah. Sarah was there and waiting, having not slept much herself because of all the excitement and spent a good part of the morning chatting away to the midwives – she’s part of the team now, having spent a couple of weeks on the ward and even acted as surro-birthing partner to some of the ladies!

We cannot say enough how BRILLIANT the hospital have been with us – they had already delivered a wonderful birth plan that breached policy by allowing both Michael and Nick into the operating theatre for the birth, and stated clearly that we were to be provided a room. That room was there for us straight away – a wonderful room with and en-suite full bathroom. Amazing! Word of our surrogacy and the ‘gay daddies’ has obviously made its way around the hospital as we have been questioned every time we’ve gone to the cafeteria by the staff there – before to find out whether anything had happened and after there was insistence on showing some photos from the phone.


So we got our stuff, moved into the room, and started waiting. In the end it took five hours till we were called – just before 2. By that point we were going up the walls a little – the first three hours had been fine, we’d sat and chatted through things lots, it was wonderful. By the third hour we were getting a little less patient… we’d had confirmation that not only were we not the first to go for a planned C-section (we’d found this out at 9am) but there was also a likely emergency C-section and another operation to stitch up a lady who’d had a tear. Sarah was in her operating togs, just in case, but we looked like we were in for a really long haul! Poor Sarah was super thirsty by this point, having had nil by mouth since midnight! You can imagine how guilty we felt at lunchtime when we had to go and get a bite to eat to make sure we could make it through the afternoon – but, as with everything else in the day, Sarah was wonderful, calm and generous, sending us on our ways to get a sandwich with barely a peep!


Finally, just before 2pm, our wonderful midwife Katy came to collect us all and take us up to the delivery suite. Until then, we’d been so busy in the waiting game that we hadn’t contemplated fully what lay ahead. But there was no denying it now.

For Michael and Nick, the moment reality hit was when we were ushered into a room to put our operating theatre gowns on. We had a good few minutes waiting in there while Sarah had the anesthetic administered, and they were fairly tense moments – lightened only by the knowledge of how silly we looked.

For Sarah, the moment of entry into the theatre was the moment of truth. With lots of people busy and working away, a lot of equipment beeping and doing things, it certainly was an intimidating site. As she went into the room, she stopped and had to be pushed in by the midwife Katy. There was also a brief moment of sickness.

By the time Nick and Michael entered the room, shortly after 2pm, the operation was starting and Sarah was 100% back to normal. In fact, her face was the picture of serenity itself. Nick can’t comment on the rest as he was firmly glued to her face, being really rather squeamish. Michael, however, allowed himself not only a peek over the curtain but every so often a good old stare!

While the doctors got on with things, we continued our chats of the morning. Sarah described how little she could feel, and every so often the bits she could feel. It was all quite surreal, as you’d imagine, but not in any way horrible or discomforting, everyone was doing a wonderful job, all was going to plan and the midwife was being amazing at updating and reassuring us all.


About ten minutes after Nick and Michael entered the room, Michael started looking much more intently. And then he saw it! Two feet being pulled out, followed shortly thereafter by some, er, meat and two veg .

This was wonderful news, but not quite happening in the order of the agreed birth plan, which was that we would be presented with the new arrival all as one and look for ourselves! So Michael ‘had to self administer botox’ (his words) to keep his face completely schtum until the right moment!

The doctors rotated the legs and the baby a little and then gave a massive tug – Michael looking all the time and trying his best not to show his shock at how much of a pull they needed. And with a plop, Elliot emerged!
His (purple) body was taken over to a table nearby by the midwife and he was given a rub down. She then presented the new arrival to us. Michael’s botox at that point could wear off, and the joy came over us all. There were tears from Nick, smiles from Sarah and incredulity from Michael.

Babies born by a c-section are understandably a little unprepared and though a little less of an ordeal for them than a natural birth can sometimes be, it is a massive shock to the system so they need to be kept as warm as possible and calmed down immediately. This made possible the most wonderful moment of the whole time – a good ten minutes or so when Nick and Michael took turns to hold their beautiful son, all right next to Sarah’s face so she had a perfect view of those first moments of parenthood.

Elliot was beautiful, perfectly formed and slowly taking on a nice reddish pallor as he warmed up and got used to his new environment – and the hold of his doting parents. He made a few coos here and there, but was generally really quiet and contented. With some strategic placement of hands to cover the lights of the theatre, the stunning brightness of the room was reduced enough to entice him to open his little eyes and look up at the world he had just entered. And look into the eyes of two people who were falling in love with him there and then.


As this post is being written by Nick and Michael, albeit after a good chat over things with Sarah, we get to monopolise it for a while to talk about Sarah. Words cannot express our feelings for her, throughout the whole pregnancy and then the birth, she has been the most amazing person. She is so calm, so collected, so laid-back, so friendly and caring. She has put herself through a long and sometimes grueling process, all for two other people who she knew so relatively little at the beginning. In the process, she has made us two of the happiest people in the world, and made friendships for life.

She also has the most amazing family – who have taken us into their hearts and allowed us to take them into ours. Each of her kids is wonderful, each in their own brilliant way – even though we would rather have avoided a two week hospital stay for Sarah, without this we would never have had the pleasure and privilege of looking after her two youngest kids for a few days – an experience we will treasure, and certainly never forget – especially the lessons we learned about how to look after four and six year olds!

And Nick, her husband. The most noticeable aspect to his character is that he is a talker. Because of this, you soon discover he is also one of the most caring and sensitive men we’ve ever met. He is full of giving and love. We loved that we got a night in with him and a selection of continental beers to chat over things and set the world to rights. We can’t wait to do it again!

Truly, that is the gift of surrogacy, families being made, families coming together as friends, people providing evidence that the world is a kinder, gentler and more giving world than the sometime selfish, cruel and violent world that it can be portrayed as in newspapers or other parts of society. We are so proud to be part of something so good. We know Elliot will be too.


Dear IPs – advice from UK surrogates

Dear IPs,

Being an IP is hard and the wait to find a surrogate can prove to be the one of the hardest parts.

Its not something that is taken lightly by surrogates, we know that the wait to meet the right surrogate can be long, and frustrating, and downright soul destroying.  I have heard surrogates say “I wish I could help more than one person at a time” so many times over the years, and its a sentiment I have certainly felt myself.

I am regularly asked by IPs if there is anything they can do to speed up the process of meeting a surrogate and my advice remains the same – Be yourself, its not about meeting any surrogate, but meeting the right surrogate for you.

I often wonder if I could be giving more advice , so I asked other surrogates what advice they would give.

“Remember surros are just ‘normal’ people too! Get involved with the community, get to socials and try and have fun. If you’re going to be waiting, may as well try and enjoy it”
Vicky – Surrogate
“Keep the faith it will happen when it’s right”
Caroline – Surrogate
“Get to as many socials as you can, keep active on on the boards and just get out there and enjoy making friends. Those who put themselves out there are more likely to get noticed”
Rebecca – Surrogate
“Put yourself out there, no matter how shy you are or awkward you feel, be honest with how you are feeling. Surrogates can feel exactly the same”
Kristin – Surrogate
“Never lose HOPE.  Be yourself & have fun along the way!”
Jemma – Surrogate
“Be yourself. We all know the desired end goal but it’s important to have a friendship first”
Gemma – Surrogate
“Don’t give up… even if you have been waiting for a long time. Someone will fall in love with you and want to help you make a family! Every surro looks for different things in IPs… it will be worth the wait!”
Gemma – Surrogate

It seemed that every surrogate gave similar advice – don’t give up, be yourself, meet people.  There’s certainly no trick to finding a surrogate, no fast track, no IP more deserving.  Surrogates too are on a journey to find the right IPs for them and by taking their advice it should help you to find each other.

As frustrating as it is, the wait for a surrogate might be long, it might be bumpy and at times it might feel hopeless but when you find the right surrogate for you, we hope that it will all be worth it.

With love

A surrogate x


No Wait is in Vain

In celebration of National Surrogacy week we’ve been asked to share our experiences on what it’s like waiting to find a match with Surrogacy UK.

Whilst we’re unsure if our experiences are typical, we’re certain they’ll bring some fresh hope. We may have waited a long & agonising 18 months before plucking up the courage to join Surrogacy UK, but the good news is that we were successfully matched within a fortnight. So it was well worth that wait!

There is no denying the fact that waiting to find a surrogate is a particularly ‘weighty’ kind of wait. Why? It’s because deep down you can’t help shake the feeling that you’re waiting for something that is simply never going to happen. Not in a million years. EVER! And only a fool would wait for this. Well that’s what you tell yourselves anyway…

We also found that during this time our confidence really started to take a hit, as you constantly have to put on a brave face & get yourselves out there, at a time when really you just feel like crawling into a ball to hibernate. The mind starts to play cruel tricks on you & we found ourselves questioning why a surrogate would choose to work with a couple like us, when there are so many other lovely & deserving couples to chose from.

Time literally stood still. We started to feel every hour of every day that passes, whilst constantly comparing ourselves to those around us who seem to be living very happy & fulfilling lives. It’s exhausting. The pain of this wait was exacerbated by our desperate longing to become the parents you always thought you would be.

The sad truth of the matter is that David & I had become so numb from the constant IVF failures that we convinced ourselves we just need to get through this one last failure & the agony would finally be over.

Thankfully it was at this crucial point that we met Kirsty who had a very different perspective on things. We learnt so much for her exuberant positivity & quiet determination.

So how did we survive the wait? Here a few things that really helped us recontextualise things & to channel this dreadful wait into positive, excited anticipation.

Inevitably this process is going to involve a lot of waiting, however we took great comfort from knowing that during this time we were not alone. After all everyone is waiting for something. People are waiting for a train to go, the phone to ring, or snow to snow. Some people wait for their hair to grow, others kill time for a simple yes or a no. We’ve spent our fair share of time waiting patiently mind. We’ve waited for the kettle to boil, hung around for a Friday night & prayed for release from this very sticky bind. So never forget the fact that inside this strange waiting place, you’re in good company.

Secondly know that if you wait long enough, even this wait will end. Whilst it may feel like an eternity, change is the only constant in life.

We often wondered if we pretended that the wait was already over, would it come sooner? The truth is no of course it wouldn’t but we did discover that if you approach it with this attitude then you stop dwelling on the things you cant change & start working on the things you can influence.

So we waited constructively; we tackled all the jobs we’d never have time to do once we were parents. Instead of sitting at home waiting for the phone to ring, we thought to ourselves let’s get out & live lives that our completely incompatible with parenthood whilst we still could. (Now she’s here thank god we did as we’re reliving these memories whilst watching Bing!)

We waited gracefully; we had no energy left for bitterness or resentment.

We waited steadfastly; we didn’t loose heart & kept faith that our patience would one day, somehow be rewarded.

We waited thankfully; we made time to take stock & appreciate all the good things in our lives.

Finally we realised if you’re feeling helpless & useless then make yourself useful sharpish by helping someone else, anyone else with anything. This way you’re making at least two people feel a whole lot better. We took better care of one another, we became Surrogacy UK support workers, we volunteered for local charitable organisations & we reconnected with relatives who live all over the country. As a result, in testing times of adversity these relationships have all blossomed & we feel all the better for it.

Dr Seuss in his infamous book “Oh the places you’ll go” implies that The Waiting Place is “a most useless place” but on reflection we’d have to strongly disagree. If you can accept that you’re in it, realize that it won’t last forever & use the time benevolently then you’ll never be waiting in vain.

As we contemplate embarking on a sibling project, we may be lucky enough to know what we’re waiting for, but that doesn’t mean that we’re not revisited by some very familiar ghosts. So if you’re in a similar situation, then please be patient & kind to yourselves.

Try to remember every sunset that you’ve ever witnessed as the perfect metaphor to remind yourselves that the longer you wait for something, the more you’ll appreciate it when it comes.

If you’re committed & flexible in your approach to becoming parents no matter what, then all that stands between you & this dream is a matter of time.

Good luck & if you have any questions or would like to speak to us further about our experiences then you’ll find us on the Surrogacy UK message boards aka ‘Peter Pan’.

Fee Eastwood – Surrogacy UK member and IP in waiting



My Surrogacy Story

It was 15 years ago that I first suggested being a surrogate.

Those around me were horrified – what was I thinking? How could I give my baby away? What if I wanted to keep the baby? Who were these awful people who would pay to have a baby? How could I sell my own baby? That’s when I realised that actually the hardest part of being a surrogate was educating people whose experience of surrogacy was limited to a tabloid headline, or a TV soap storyline. Although the knowledge of surrogacy has increased over the last 15 years, there are still so many misconceptions about how it works, and what type of person turns to surrogacy, either as surrogate or as an intended parent.

I came to surrogacy because as a parent I couldn’t imagine what my life would be like if I hadn’t have been able to call myself a mother. It was the absolute love I felt for my daughter every night when she would wrap herself up in my arms to fall to sleep, and I would think about how others felt who couldn’t experience this. My heart would break, and I would cry for all those who were sat empty armed, longing for something that I had been given so easily.

I didn’t know where to go or who to speak to about this desire to carry a baby for someone else, but a google search led me to Surrogacy UK. I found kindred spirits in the women I met – other surrogates who felt the same as me. It was a revelation – I wasn’t a weird person for wanting to do this after all! These ladies became my sisters, my surro-sisters, who could understand my every thought without question. I was home.

Through Surrogacy UK I met lots of couples, all with equally heart-breaking stories – miscarriages, still births, numerous rounds of IVF, but yet here they were, starting a journey to find a special friend with whom they could build a lifelong relationship, hopefully resulting in a baby.

It was at one of the organised social events that I met a wonderful woman called Andria. Immediately we fell into chatting, and spent hours talking about everything, everything except surrogacy. We just clicked – that gut feeling that the other surrogates said I would get, was there. I was so excited! Was this the woman who I would make a mother? I asked Surrogacy UK to put in the official call, to tell her I was interested, and to see if she was interested in me. Luckily enough her and her husband felt the same. We spent months getting to know each other, and each other’s families – we very quickly became family to each other.

I was a straight surrogate, so we would be using my eggs to conceive a child. We started artificial inseminations in my house, and within two months, we were pregnant. Making the call to my lovely couple to tell them they were going to be parents was the best feeling. I was changing their lives. How many times can you say you’ve changed someone’s life forever? I was on cloud nine, as were they – we were all achieving our dreams – theirs of being mummy and daddy, and mine of being a surrogate.

Throughout the pregnancy I received my expenses from the couple, so that I was never out of pocket. My loss of earnings, childcare, and maternity clothes were all paid for. As my intended mother said, they would have had to pay out for that if they were pregnant, so to give the expenses to me was no hardship. It helped me to cope with the guilt I felt for having to take expenses.

The day Georgina was born was one of the best of my life. Having both parents supporting me as my birth partners was amazing – my best friends holding my hands as I gave birth to their daughter will always hold a special place in my heart. Watching them as Andria breastfed, and her husband gazed adoringly at them both, ensured that this wouldn’t be my last surrogacy journey.

Within 18 months I was giving birth to my second surrogate child, Miranda, for my second set of best friends. I felt so blessed. My surrogacy family was extending. The two surrogate children are now 14 and 13, and I still have a relationship with them and their parents. The girls know who I am, and know about their special birth story and they are proud. Proud that it took three people who loved them, to make them – Mum, Dad and Sarah.

After getting married and having two more children of my own, I returned to surrogacy. Knowing that I wouldn’t have any more children myself, it seemed such a waste of my fertility not to gift it on to someone else. So, coming back to Surrogacy UK was the easiest decision I made.

Within six months, I was in a Getting to Know session with a lovely same sex couple, Michael and Nick. They became my third set of best friends. We laughed, chatted and they loved my children so much that I knew they would be perfect fathers. I was proven right when Elliot was born four years ago, via c-section. Watching their faces, and seeing their tears as they saw their much wanted son, made me forget that I was on an operating table. I knew immediately that I wanted to give that beautiful little boy a sibling.

Unfortunately, I had developed blocked fallopian tubes, so having another proved to be a little more difficult. With the help of the London Women’s Clinic we conceived Erica through one round of IVF. She was born nine months later via the most fun c-section any of the staff had ever experienced. We all laughed our way through it, the staff joining in with the sheer joy of a surrogacy birth.

I knew at nearly 40, and seven babies later, that it was time for me to retire as surrogate, or else I would never have stopped. It hurts to know that I won’t be able to help those friends of mine still waiting for a surrogate, but I continue to volunteer for Surrogacy UK, so that I feel that in some small way I might be able to help them.

It took 15 years, and four surrogate babies, but I feel so happy that I managed to achieve my dream of being a surrogate. Little did I know that I would end up with a whole surrogacy family. It exceeded every expectation I had – I’m truly very lucky.


Sarah Jones

(Originally posted on Huffpost)