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How to become a surrogate with ConceiveAbilities

The pandemic gave a Denver area mom the opportunity to go on a life-changing journey. There can be a lot of questions and even misconceptions surrounding surrogacy and Mile High Mamas has teamed up with ConceiveAbilities to give you a glimpse at what it takes to become a Denver surrogate. After all, this surrogate agency has helped thousands of families for nearly 25 years! In Part 1 of 3, we talked about how much money a surrogate makes and Denver surrogate, Kristi, shared why someone would become a surrogate. In today’s article, Kristi shares how she was matched to an intended family through ConceiveAbilities, if she felt her needs were taken care of and how her delivery went. How much control did you have during the matching process of who your intended family would be? I was involved i...

How to Become A Surrogate in Colorado: A Denver Mom shares why she became a surrogate

Have you ever wondered how to become a surrogate in Denver?  ConceiveAbilities is a Denver egg donor and surrogate agency that has helped thousands of families for nearly 25 years. Despite all the challenges of 2020, they are happy to report that their doors have been open continuously and over 100 babies have been born to “their” families in this most unusual year. How do they do it? In large part, because they have deep relationships with IVF clinics, fertility experts, and scores of surrogates and families who built their families with surrogates.  Mile High Mamas recently sat down with Kristi, a Denver mom who chose to become a surrogate with ConceiveAbilities, to ask her how she made the decision.  Note: This is Part 1 of 3 of Kristi’s journey as ...

Becoming Mothers: A Surrogate Mom’s Journey

On “Black Friday,” I went in to my OB to be checked and to see if the twins had decided to turn head down yet. Of course, they hadn’t; it would be a c-section for me. The doctor told me to go home, get bags packed, gather my party and come back at 5:30 p.m. to get prepped. I did as he instructed, my mom drove me back to the hospital that evening and my husband and our friends met us there. They wheeled me into the surgical room and three familiar faces met me there, people whom I love and adore, friends I considered family at this point. Smiling, reassuring me, holding my hand and making sure I was comfortable. Sounds pretty standard, right? It was anything but. You see, my husband was there, but alongside of him were the parents of the twin girls who were about to enter the world. I am a ...