At 75, I Used My Last Frozen Egg to Have a Baby – Three Days After She Was Born, a 42-Year-Old Woman Knocked on My Door

It felt practical.

I had a career I cared about, friends who filled my weekends, and a small apartment that always seemed too cramped for the life I imagined having someday.

I kept telling myself there was time.

Back then, I was convinced I’d become a mother someday.

I could picture it so clearly that I rarely worried about when it would happen.

I imagined a little hand wrapped around my finger.

I imagined birthday cakes, school pictures, scraped knees, and someone calling me Mom from another room.