I was 20 years old. I had the world at my feet... and the one thing I wanted more than anything, was to have a baby.
It’s not your usual scenario at that age, right? But for me, the craving to have a child was all-consuming.
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When I told my now husband what I wanted, he resisted. Being nine years older than me he knew what I’d be sacrificing to dive straight into parenthood. He encouraged me to travel, start my career, to experience the world.
But my mind was made up. I’d done some travel, I had a decent job under my belt. Most of my friends had packed their bags and headed straight to uni – a path I knew just wasn’t for me.
Yes, I craved having a child. But I also craved a higher sense of purpose.
And look, I get that there’s a certain naivety that comes with being 20 and making that kind of decision. Cards on the table? I don’t think I ever fully understood what it meant, or how it would impact my life overall.