Tuesday, December 29, 2009

The Sunny Side of Surrogacy

It seems that every time the topic of gestational surrogacy is in the news, something outrageous or tragic is happening. The media would have us believe that surrogacy is a sordid, exploitative, or money-making scheme, while in fact, the women who choose to become gestational surrogates are simply average women who have big hearts. While taking an English class during summer school (yes, there is a long story about why someone with a B.A. in English has to take ENG 1A), I had to conduct and interview and write an essay based on the information I gathered. I chose to interview my friend and gestational surrogate, Kelly, because I hadn't chatted with her in a while and she's freaking hilarious. Anyhow, in light of the recent bad press about surrogacy, I thought I'd post the content from my essay. I got an A, by the way...

She’s Just The Stork

            Kelly maneuvers her minivan into a parking space, the doors open and out pile three excited children. She looks like a perfectly average suburban mom, until her bumper sticker comes into view. Gracing the back of her minivan is a black rectangle with rainbow stripes and in white lettering the words, “My uterus is an ALLY!” In 2008, Kelly was a gestational surrogate for a gay couple, an experience she happily talks about as something she has always wanted to do and something she regards as one of the most positive experiences of her life.

            The decision to become a gestational surrogate was not an impulsive one for Kelly, who is a Human Sexuality instructor at a community college. Even as a high school student, she was drawn to the idea of helping someone else have a family. While attending California State University, San Francisco, one of Kelly’s closest friends was a gay man, and she told him if he ever wanted children, she would happily carry them. “Then I thought, ‘Why only for him?’” she said. With her husband’s full support, once her own family was complete, Kelly contacted Growing Generations, an assisted reproduction agency that caters mostly to same-sex couples.

            The decision to work specifically with a gay couple was based on a couple factors for Kelly. First, she wanted to help a population that she thought would have a harder time finding surrogates. Kelly explained that there are not many women who choose to be surrogates, and of those there are fewer who would choose to do it for a gay couple, and even fewer whose husbands or partners would support it. Kelly felt she fit that description. Second, from reading blogs and commentaries of other surrogates, she had some hesitation about the emotional difficulties of working with a straight couple. She noticed that personality issues arose far more often when the intended parents were a man and a woman than when they were two men. She seemed pained as she explained, “There is a sort of uterine envy that seems to come about in surrogacies with straight couples.” She went on, “The mother has gone through so much before resorting to surrogacy, and watching someone else grow your child can bring out so many insecurities. That’s never a consideration with gay men.”

            While Kelly stands by her reasoning for working with two men, she concedes that process did have its awkward moments. Medical forms are created with traditional families in mind. “When the form asks for age, is it mine or the egg donor’s they want? Which dad do I list first? When there’s a space for the spouse’s name, do they want my spouse or the baby’s father?” she asks. Although the paperwork sometimes presented issues, she found that by talking candidly with her obstetrician before the pregnancy she was able to make sure he would be supportive not just of her, but also the fathers. The doctor had experience working with surrogates, but never with two dads. Nonetheless, he was eager to meet them and be a part of the process. Growing Generations sent a letter to the delivery hospital, detailing the circumstances and making requests on behalf of Kelly and the parents, like separate post-partum rooms and instruction on baby care for the fathers. That preparation prevented surprises for the staff, who were very welcoming and spent a lot of time with Kelly and the new dads during their stay. “The nurses went out of their way to express their support,” she said. “They were very cool and happy and treated us like we were ambassadors.”

            While it was necessary to be very open with the doctor and medical staff, Kelly found that being fully honest was not always the best policy with everyone. The people close to her knew that the pregnancy was for two men, but the conservative nature of the town she lives in made it a little uncomfortable to be totally open with everyone. In addition to teaching, Kelly runs a children’s boutique in town, and losing business was a consideration for her. While she quickly corrected acquaintances and customers who assumed the she was expecting her fourth child, explaining that she was a surrogate, she did not always share more information than that. Some curious people would ask if the parents couldn’t have kids on their own and Kelly would simply tell them that they couldn’t, which was technically accurate. When she was asked if it was her egg or the mother’s, she’d say, “Everything is theirs. I’m just the stork.”  Exactly how much she revealed depended on the importance of the relationship to her.

            The impact on her own children was a topic people often brought up with Kelly. She was careful to explain her surrogacy for two men to her children, ages 8, 6 and 2 ½. Kelly and her husband talked about it with the children and answered all their questions. Her children met the dads and were excited to meet the twin girls she was carrying, and clearly understood that they were someone else’s babies. The children don’t miss the babies at all, nor has Kelly noted any changes in their behavior. She laughed that it was easier on the two older children than when they brought home her youngest by far. The surrogacy did make a lasting impression on her kids, though and what her children learned from it was especially important to her.  “Whether other people accept it or not, my children will grow up knowing Greg and Samir* and their girls are a family, just like ours,” she said. “They will never question what makes a family.”

            The gestational surrogate experience was one in which Kelly was able to bring about many positive results. She helped two wonderful men become dads; she helped make an unusual situation more familiar for the medical staff she met; her children learned a lesson about equality that will stay with them for life. Instead looking at her experience as growing and handing over two babies, she feels like she has added the girls, plus their two dads, to her own family. She and her husband, and Greg and Samir became close friends through the process, and Kelly believes that connection they share is unlikely to ever be broken. Of their relationship, she shared, “It’s a lifelong bond. I will always care about the girls. One of the grandmas told me shortly after the girls were born, ‘You know you’ll be at their weddings some day.’ And I know I will.”


*Not their real names.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Told ya...

I told you that I've never been good with the journaling thing, and here I am proving it. Previously, I had been watching my blood pressure and waiting to see my primary care physician. In order to be medically cleared by the fertility doctor, I need to provide proof that my blood pressure is not high, but that itself is anxiety inducing! 

I feel like so much depends on that reading, and when I hear the velcro rip open and feel that cuff tighten around my arm, I can actually feel my tension increase. What to do when the measurement your taking is affected by the taking itself? 

Well, to make a long story short, I saw the doctor today, presented my recorded BP readings from home (which were all within the normal range), checked my cuff's reading against his, and determined that I am experiencing "white coat syndrome." After a few quiet minutes, during which time I took myself through a visualization* and breathed deeply,  my blood pressure was perfectly normal. My doc was delighted that I had made it drop so significantly in just a few minutes of self-hypnosis.

I faxed off the note from my doc and now I'm just waiting to hear what the fertility specialist wants next. My case manager at GG said they have a couple they'd like to match me with, and hopefully that will happen soon. That's the really fun part.



*I imagined putting the sphygmomanometer in a box, hopping into a hot air balloon and drifting out over a lake. Then I dropped the box over the edge and watched it fall then sink into the crystal-clear lake below.

Monday, September 28, 2009

Take 2

So, it's been a while and that's mainly because not much has been going on on the belly loaning front. After much deliberating, the parents of the first baby I carried have decided to wait before starting the process for a sibling, so I'm a free agent. As such, I decided to reenlist withGrowing Generations, the agency I went with last time.

Interestingly, as I sat here writing, my mom called, and after a few minutes on the phone, I can feel my pulse thumping in my ears, which brings me to my next roadblock: my blood pressure. As soon as the first parents told me they plan to wait, GG sprang into action and brought me in for the psych and medical screenings so I  can be rematched with another couple. I sailed through the 567 questions of the MMPI, which is always kind of a kick, and headed to Dr. S's office for the medical screening. All went well there, too, except my blood pressure was high, and watching the clock, knowing I had to ride back through LA traffic to catch my flight certainly didn't do anything to improve it. So, my next step is to go see my doctor and get a letter stating that my blood pressure is consistently normal (which it is outside of insanely stressful situations). For good measure, I stopped in at the local natural foods store for some supplements to support my cardiovascular health and at the recommendation of the very knowledgeable staff, I'm enjoying some lovely cod liver oil twice a day and a fizzy magnesium drink before bedtime. The magnesium drink is yummy, much like Emergen-C, but the cod liver oil, despite a "Refreshing Lemon Flavor," is not my favorite.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Not a blog virgin

Before I get into this, I have to tell you right upfront,  I'm not a blog virgin. No, I had my first sweet taste of opinion publishing way back before I even knew what I was doing. I was young, and inexperienced, and oh, was it ever clumsy, but I will not forget it. And I was in love. It was the spring of 2001, and like so many young Silicon Valley-ites, my head was spinning from the dizzying effect of my team making it into the playoffs. Yes, the San Jose Sharks, my Sharks, were embarking on that narrow, dangerous path toward the Stanley Cup. I loved the Sharks, and my favorite Shark of all was the team's captain, Owen Nolan. 

At that time, I was working at the now-defunct KnightRidder.com, which, among other functions, published the content of the San Jose Mercury News online. One of our editors knew of my obsession, and never failed to tease me on it. With my team heading into the playoffs, said editor and some other co-workers thought it would be brilliant if I wrote a little piece each day, chronicling the emotions of a fan. My piece was called, "Stacie's Owen Nolan Thought of the Day." It was fun, light, and silly at times. And unintentionally controversial. A well-known woman sports columnist, who shall remain nameless, did not like it one bit. I had quite a following of both Sharks fans and St. Louis Blues fans (the team the Sharks were facing). The columnist protested loudly, meetings were called, executives were involved, I proceeded with encouragement, and the Sharks lost, prematurely ending my professional blogging career. Now she blogs snarky little quips about sports news. I suppose she had to do something different and edgy considering the state of the newspaper industry. Whatever. I was way ahead of my time.

Anyhow, the subject matter of this blog will be quite a bit different from my fun little hockey bit. See, since leaving that job, I've been doing more creative things with my life. In fact, I have been creating life. I've spawned two children of my own, and liked doing that so much, I decided to do it for other people as a gestational surrogate, hence The Borrowed Belly.

I've never been good at keeping up with journaling, preferring to look at events with 20/20 hindsight instead. This is going to be a little of both: chronicles of the present as well as the past. The story of my first surrogacy and, I hope, my next surrogacy. And a little bit of today thrown in for fun.