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Candy's POV
I woke up early. My appointment for the procedure is at 10:00 in the morning. I have to be ready for it. Based on my menstrual cycle, I am fertile at this time and it will be the best opportunity to do the insemination. It has to be successful or else, I will have to stay in Russia longer. I want to get on with my life.
I heard a soft knock on the door.
"Miss Candy, shall we go? Tatiana asked.
"Yes, I will be out in a minute.
I grabbed my bag and phone then headed out. We both walked to the lobby. We saw Alexei waiting for us. He was talking to someone over the phone. He ended the call when he saw us.
We rode toward the hospital. I read about this many times in blogs and magazines. It is one of the famous and world-class facility for surrogacy. Many prominent people go here to have the procedure done and all were successful. As I see the hospital, I feel nervous. If I can only back out, I would. But I know that I can't.
Alexei called somebody and they spoke in Russian. I could not understand a thing but it seems that the conversation was serious. He was shaking his head and sounded pissed. Then we stopped at the hospital. He dropped Tatiana and me. We headed towards the clinic. Tatiana was guiding me and she must have gone there before.
The hospital was big. It's interior is different from the hospitals in Manila but it's facilities look impressive. It's been awhile since I last smelled the scent and I felt a sudden sadness. I miss being a doctor. I see the Russian doctors walk past me and they seem to be pretty busy. I was just like them sometime ago. Who would have thought that I will be in this situation now.
Then we reached the doctor's clinic.
"Good morning, Candy." A female doctor came to me.
"I am Doctor Mariya Ivanov, I will be your attending physician and are you ready for the procedure?"
"It's nice to meet you doctor. Yes, I am ready. I did all the psychological tests and took the necessary medications before coming here."
"Okay, that's nice. Based on the records that were sent to us, this is the right time to proceed. We already prepared the facility for you. Can we go now?"
"Yes, that would be fine."
"By the way, the client insists that you be admitted to the hospital for two weeks so that we can be sure that the procedure is successful. I know that you are aware of this, since you were a doctor. You are not supposed to do too much activities so we can be sure that...Oh, yes...you know what I am saying." She smiled reassuringly.
I smiled back although I am nervous deep inside. This procedure is a traditional surrogacy where I will be carrying my own child because it is my egg that will be fertilized. However, I signed a contract that waives my right as the mother. I will literally give away my own flesh and blood. This is why I had to undergo some psychiatric tests before I came here.
Tatiana helped me change to a hospital gown. After some standard check up procedures, I was brought to the Operating Room. There were several doctors waiting for me. It seems like the client is in dire need to get a baby. It looks like this situation is a big deal and it could have been done by just one doctor and some nurses.
I layed on the operating table and then I saw the catheter. After awhile it was inserted in me. I heard the doctors spoke in Russian and I could not really understand what they are talking about. I tried to relax and wait for further instructions. During this time, I feel like backing out. Am I doing the right thing? But it's too late. I prayed to God to grant me forgiveness. I thought that I am doing this to wash away my guilt but it seemed like I am more guilty now for selling my own child. I felt tears roll down my eyes. Why is this happening to me? I feel so helpless and alone.
"Candy, are you alright? I heard doctor Ivanov talk to me. I slowly opened my eyes and looked at her.
"It's done now. The nurses will take you to your room and we will monitor your progress within 15 days. I hope that you will conceive within that period." She said.
I wish that I will not conceive or for a miracle to happen. I thought to myself.
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