A soul-baring story of the emotional aspects of being an intended parent in a surrogate pregnancy.
Fibroids, and the surgery to remove them, left Rapley infertile, with a scarred uterus and fallopian tubes. Things looked grim, writes Rapley in unadorned prose that gives her circumstance a particularly vulnerable quality, until her brother’s wife, Victoria, volunteers to be the â€œoven” for Rapley’s fertilized eggs. While Rapley acknowledges that a surrogate pregnancy is difficult for everyone involved, she discovers that while there are plenty of stories told from the surrogate’s perspective, there is little information on what it is like to spend nine months as an intended parent. Understandably, Rapley is flooded with concern: Since she can’t actually feel the growth of her boys within her, she experiences an overwhelming desire to be by Victoria’s side each day. To her abiding credit, she gives Victoria room to breathe (and to vomit for weeks on end as she suffers pre-term labor). Despite the distance that separates the two women–Rapley lives in New Jersey and Victoria lives in California–Rapley flies back and forth for doctor’s visits and tests that seem designed to scare her to death. Each week she details the whirlwind of emotions she feels and the difficulty of not being with the fetuses. Rapley might well have been pregnant herself; her roller coaster emotions are not unlike those triggered by the hormonal imbalance of pregnancy. What a pleasure it is, then, when she is presented with her twin boys. Now she can really start worrying.
A valuable frontline story of interest to anyone considering intended parenthood.