I Became a Surrogate Mother for My Sister & Her Husband – But Days After the Birth, They Left the Baby on My Doorstep

I carried my sister Claire’s baby as her surrogate, believing I was giving her the greatest gift. At 34, with two kids, Liam and Sophie, I saw Claire’s pain after years of failed IVFs and miscarriages. She was 38, graceful, and desperate for a child with her husband, Ethan. When she asked me to carry their baby, I agreed instantly, moved by her tears and hope.

The pregnancy was smooth. Claire attended every appointment, glowing with excitement as she planned a perfect nursery. When Nora was born, their joy filled the delivery room. I felt fulfilled watching them hold their daughter.

Six days later, I found Nora abandoned on my porch with a note in Claire’s handwriting: “We didn’t want a baby like this. She’s your problem now.” Claire revealed Nora had a heart defect, and they couldn’t handle it, calling her “damaged goods.” Heartbroken, I took Nora in, navigating hospital visits and adoption. Her heart surgery succeeded, and now, at five, she’s a vibrant girl who calls me Mom, her laughter a testament to unconditional love.

Claire and Ethan faced bankruptcy and isolation, but Nora’s strong heartbeat is my justice. I gave her life; she gave mine meaning.