Former CNN correspondent Isha Sesay …..

I never thought I’d be 46 and having a baby on my own, but here I am.
Here’s how it all happened:
By Isha Sesay
Former CNN correspondent Isha Sesay recently gave birth to a baby girl.
Being a mother has been her greatest desire.
At 46, single and without a partner, she opted for IVF from a sperm donor, regardless of what society thinks about her decision.
Let’s read from her as she shares with the world what influenced her to travel the road less traveled.
If you’d told the 16 year old me that at 46, I’d be divorced, single, and having a baby on my ownby choice! I’d have shuddered and firmly said, “No!” Back then, I had very definite ideas about the future course my personal life would take, and it didn’t look like this.
I imagined something way more straightforward and, dare I say it, conventional.
I’ve been blessed to build the career of my dreams over decades as a journalist 13 years on air for CNN International, traveling the world to cover global events and interviewing presidents, movie stars, and world leaders. I published a book, became a UN Goodwill Ambassador, and started a nonprofit to help empower African girls, but in my quiet moments, the one thing I wanted the most to become a mother remained out of reach.
When I got cancer, no one told me how to tell my kids. Here’s how I did it:
A brief marriage to a kind man didn’t result in children, and then the year I turned 40, my mom had a catastrophic stroke, leaving me no emotional space to contemplate anything other than caring for her. Six years went by, and a few months ago I found myself in a subpar relationship with a man who took about 12 hours to reply to all my texts, among other red flags. It was then, in the aftermath of our inevitable breakup, that it hit me: Not having a child would be the greatest regret of my life.
And with my biological clock ticking down, if I were waiting for the right man to come along before I did it, well, I might just find myself out of time.
In the aftermath of our breakup, it hit me: Not having a child would be the greatest regret of my life. If I was waiting for the right man to come along before I did it, well, I might just find myself out of time.

So, I decided to take control of my life and settle on the bravest and scariest decision I have ever made: to have a baby on my own. I had many long conversations with myself and tried to get to grips with questions about what it would mean to not have the support of a partner, both emotionally and financially.
How would I handle society’s questions?
What would being a single parent mean for my child?
I still don’t have all the answers, but I decided to take the leap because I refuse to let fear, social conventions, or judgment hold me back from seeking this joy.
The process hasn’t been easy. The endless array of meetings with various doctors has also required a battery of blood tests, pelvic exams, bruising injections, nausea-inducing medication, and an unexpected fibroid surgery.
But perhaps most challenging of all has been the emotional dimension of this journey, especially surrounding my choice of a sperm donor. The decision was asked of me to confront questions surrounding the importance of the race, ethnicity, religion, and educational background of my child’s father.
Essentially, it forced me to re-examine my own upbringing, values, and worldview. But harder still was the task of trying to tease clues from the questionnaires that would tell me whether a donor was a good man.
Did he have a moral compass? Was he truly kind, empathetic, and open-minded?
Ultimately, I made a decision entirely on my own, and I have no regrets.
Getting pregnant forced me to ask tough questions about myself, my values, and my Upbringing.
My first IVF attempt was unsuccessful, and I cried for days afterward before I could find the strength to start the process all over again a few months later. But with each passing day, I grew more fearful and anxious about my chances of being able to successfully carry a child. Those feelings only intensified when my doctor decided to halt my second attempt mid-cycle because my body was responding negatively to the medication.

With two failed attempts to my name, I approached my third embryo transfer with relatively low expectations.
In the two weeks that followed the procedure, my mind raced uncontrollably, and I battled the urge to take an early pregnancy test. The day before I was scheduled to return to the clinic, I finally caved in and bought a home test because I couldn’t bear a repeat of the hours-long wait before the clinic called with the results.
The next morning I got up long before the sun was up, anxiously headed to my bathroom, and opened the box.
The minutes ticked by, and I cycled through a myriad of emotions.
When the word “pregnant” flashed up on the tiny screen, I screamed and fell to my knees before bursting into tears.
Even though many weeks have gone by since then and my belly is growing larger by the day,whenever I say the words “I am pregnant,” it is with no small measure of amazement.

I am elated, emotional, terrified, but above all, thankful.
My pregnancy journey is just beginning, but so far I can tell you that in addition to great joy, it has also brought unenviable amounts of nausea, fatigue, food aversions, sound sensitivity, and an ongoing battle with my hormones. In the weeks ahead, I plan to share more of my life-changing experience in the hope that if there is anyone out there being held back from chasing their heart’s desire no matter what it is maybe my story will spark something in them and provide the little nudge they need to go for it. end.
After delivering hsr baby yesterday
She shared the message with the world
My pathway to motherhood has been a long
and at times difficult journey. But through it al, 1 have
taken every step girded by faith and prayer, as well as the
loving support from so many of you  both near and far.
And now that I am finally a mother, my heart feels like a truly foreign organ in my is so full.completely
transformed by this brand new wondrous being.
My daughter, Naimah Yasmine Kadi Sesay was born on February 17th at 9.24pm in NYC. Her arrival was
preceded by the sudden onset of preeclampsia which
unleashed skyrocketing blood pressure and in the hours
that followed hemorrhaging, toxemia and fluid overload
In the darkest moments all I could think about was my
daughter and she provided the strength that I needed
There are no words to capture my gratitude for the round the clock medical care led by my outstanding OB/GYN Dr
Clarel Antoine and supported by so many others at.
@nyulangone and just as critically the mind-body-spirit care provided by my doula @mslemonhoney who was by my side in the delivery room and throughout everything
that followed. “Thank you” seems inadequate for all the people who literally saved my life!
Those difficult days are behind us and Naimah and I are thankfully back home. In the blink of an eye, my child has removed all traces of who I once was and what considered to be important. 
In keeping with the meaning of her first name, “Naimah,” she is indeed my peace. She
is my blessing.
Thank you to all of you who have followed my pregnancy journey, checked on us, prayed for us, and sent constant well wishes.
We love you!
And I can’t wait to share the triumphs and travails of
motherhood in the days ahead.

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