I became a mother at 75 using my last frozen egg, three days after my daughter was born, a 42-year-old woman knocked on my door and said the clinic had called her too

I became a mother at 75 using my last frozen egg, three days after my daughter was born, a 42-year-old woman knocked on my door and said the clinic had called her too

I was thirty-three when I froze my eggs.

At the time, it didn’t feel like a desperate decision. It felt sensible.

I had a good job, a small apartment, and the kind of busy life that made thirty-three feel younger than it probably was. I dated. I traveled. I went to weddings and watched friends disappear into marriage, mortgages, and babies.