Meeting my recipient.

I was 6 or 7 months pregnant in June/July 2011. We were at a huge pig roast with my fiancé and his father at one of their friends house. This was the first time I met the person whom I'm giving my organ too.  Mind you, at the time I didn't have any clue of this.  My fiancé pointed out a young child I hadn't met or even seen before.  "That kid over there has some type of kidney disease and needs a kidney transplant."
Stunned this young, adorable child wasn't graced with the typical innocence most children receive I replied, "Well could I donate?"  (I've always donated blood and was contemplating putting myself on the bone marrow transplant list after my pregnancy.  I think if you have something that your body can potentially survive without and another human needs it to survive, why not offer?)

Since neither of us were familiar with what a surgery like that consisted of my fiancé told me, "Well I doubt it, it's a kid and you're an adult and it wouldn't happen soon anyway, you can't do it since you're pregnant."  I wouldn't say that after that the subject was neglected or was wanted to be left questionable in either of our minds but how do you go up to a mother and start asking questions about her child's condition.  She didn't have a clue as to who I was and most people get overly protective of their children (understandable of course) and their personal issues.  At that time, my life changed.  I just met a child that would permanently impact my life from that day forward and neither of us had a clue..