I Carried a Baby for My Twin Sister—But the Moment She Saw the Newborn, She Stepped Back and Said, “This Is Not the Child We Wanted”
Changing diapers at two in the morning when nobody was watching.
Parenthood became less cinematic every day.
Better.
Today, when people learn I carried my adopted daughter, they often say:
“Wow.
She really was yours from the beginning.”
I understand what they mean.
I usually answer: