The Price of Putting off Baby

Eyes Wide Shut on Infertility Street

by Philip Wyeth — (henrymakow.com) July 12, 2014

The price of putting off baby. Click to enlarge

The price of putting off baby. Click to enlarge

While having an afternoon beer at a neighborhood coffee shop I randomly picked up the July 2014 issue of Money magazine and read an article entitled “Waiting for Baby” which dramatically chronicles a 40-something couple’s long journey to get pregnant. Not reacting as I’m sure 99.8% of other readers did, I found myself shaking my head and chuckling with the occasional exasperated snort–was I the only person who saw this whole scene as the epitaph for the last 45 years of American society?
You see, Carrie Zampich was 36 years old when she got married to her husband Dan and they began trying to have a baby in 2009. No doubt as a child of the 1970s, she was raised within the feminist paradigm that eschewed young motherhood for a college degree and a career.
But then as always happens the old biological clock chimed in with a little FYI: “Hey, these eggs won’t last forever.” And thus began a five-year, $82,000 journey into the world of infertility treatment which transformed a most natural part of the human experience into a grotesque series of in-vitro injections for her, a trip to a clinic in the Czech Republic to save a few bucks, jumping through hoops and prostrating before the health insurance altar, a first-trimester miscarriage, and even a small surgery to clear some sperm blockage for him. Wait, is this the script synopsis for “Prometheus 2″?
And at the end of it all, after first trying to unite his sperm with her egg, then donor sperm with her egg, we soon come to the final laughable-if-it-weren’t-so-heartbreaking-and-cruel act: merging his sperm with a donor egg to grow in Carrie’s body. She rationalizes this grim last stop by saying, “I get to carry the baby. That’s enough for me.” I’d call this form of self-surrogacy SIM-Pregnancy, a going through of the motions for the ego, for the photo album, for the “memories.”
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