Nothing creates a bitch fight, or storm in a tea cup quite like babies. As in making them, giving birth to them, raising them, feeding them, dressing them. Shall I go on?
This past week, in a flurry of satin, organza, lace, lip gloss, hair pieces and glory, Nicole Kidman and Keith Urban announced they had welcomed a second child into the world via a 'gestational carrier'. Weird term, it means surrogate, but whatever. At the end of the day, they wanted another child and went down the road of surrogacy in order to fulfill this dream.
The level of vitriol directed at this couple has left me somewhat shocked. Some of the comments posted on facebook were vile. I mean really people, you should be ashamed of yourselves.
Even the press got in on the action, with accusations of designer babies and other nonsense. Miranda Devine wrote this little article:
While she writes beautifully, I have to say I vehemently disagree with everything she's putting forth in her argument.
As a woman who has had issues with fertility, I can understand the lengths that some people go to fulfill their dreams of parenthood. Some are luckier than others and can afford the option of surrogacy, while those of us that can't go down that road exhaust every other option available to us.
No one has the right to pass judgement on anyone's journey to parenthood, unless of course you have first hand knowledge on the fertility issues of the parents in question. Which I suspect Ms Devine does not have, re; Nicole Kidman.
The term designer babies is used too easily these days. My idea of a designer baby is one that is custom made. That is, eye colour, hair colour and perfect genetics predetermined and chosen before conception. Not a couple's egg and sperm fertilised and then placed into a surrogate to carry. What's designer about that?
People whinge and moan and carry on about a loving family wanting to have another child when out there, there are 'natural' parents who don't understand the concept of being a parent. How many children are there in our society who live in fear and danger at the hands of parents? I'm betting a lot. Isn't it a better idea to focus on this issue?
Carrying a baby doesn't make you a parent. Raising one does.
Congratulations Nicole, Keith and Sunday. I hope your darling daughter and sister brings you all a lifetime of joy.
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