Deep down, we knew we deserved a child to love and nurture as much as any couple. I was confident we would make great parents because of the way we love and care for each other. But I couldn’t prevent doubts from creeping into my mind—doubts that, after I became pregnant, led me to question every member of my team of specialists. I fired out every anxious thought and ridiculously improbable scenario to whoever would listen. I’m eternally grateful for their patience. Eventually, I found calm, reassured by the realization that mothers come in all abilities, not to mention colours, sizes, shapes, races, socioeconomic backgrounds, and nationalities. No one should be considered more worthy of motherhood than another, and if that’s what you’ve been led to believe, then you’re living in a sad world that’s making people feel broken.