Sophie writes about the birth of the baby girl she had through surrogacy. I've been reading her column as my interest in surrogacy has grown and whilst the paper gave space to Rebecca's story, the surrogate mother, I want to remember the women who went before her, both in terms of egg donors and pregnancy attempts. I hope they are all well and not suffering in any way, wherever they are.
I thought this an odd comment:
"I, for some mad reason, kick into vanity mode and set about styling my hair and worrying that I didn’t choose the right outfit. It was difficult because it had some strict requirements: it had to be comfortable, be openable at the front for skin-to-skin contact, be cheap in case it gets birth-goo on it, be amazing because I need to make a good very first impression. The best first impression there ever was. No pressure."
And this, from Rebecca:
"Sophie makes me sound like a perfect angel in the column, which I’m really not; I’m just normal. And I’m so happy I could give her story a happy ending. I’m not sure I’m ready to use the word proud out loud yet, but I’m working on it."
I wonder at Rebecca's motivation, underneath all the usual "I want to help" stuff.
At a time of a global pandemic and immense pressure on the NHS, including maternity services, a room was made available for Sophie to stay with the baby overnight, away from Rebecca.
Sophie clearly adores Rebecca so I wonder how much she paid her and whether, as the newborn cloud descends whether they will stay in touch and whether Sophie will be hiring Rebecca again for her reproductive services in the future.