Becoming a mother was never part of my plan—at least, not in the beginning. It wasn’t something I longed for in my twenties or even early thirties. Only in my mid-thirties did the idea begin to stir in my heart, and even then, it felt more like a fleeting goal than a true desire.

Career Came First
Back then, I was focused on my career. I was determined to climb the ladder, secure a more prominent position, and prove myself. Starting a family seemed like something I’d consider “later.”

Still, deep in my heart, there lived a quiet vision—a home filled with four children, echoing with laughter and joy. I imagined them racing through the hallways, playing and chasing one another.

But the reality was different. My demanding schedule often meant working seven days a week, traveling constantly, and living in a small apartment without a backyard. Four children? It felt impossible. Even one child seemed like a stretch.

A Change of Heart
Things shifted after I got married. By then, I was closer to 40 than 30. A few years in, something changed inside me. Suddenly, I wanted to have a baby—desperately.