Brewster’s inability to bear her sons led to many other anxieties. She said she did not know any other women who required gestational similacy, and then I learned later that others in my circle had done it, although they didn’t want to talk about it.
So as she chatted with other moms in Texas, where she was filming TNT’s Dallas remake, and then in her L.A. moms’ group, she felt like the “weirdo,” certain that everyone else was judging her between talk of sleep training and tummy time.
“Because everyone would be like,” she recalled putting on an affected, high voice, “‘Oh my god! It was your baby weight that you lost So fast!’ Then I thought, “Oh, no, that’s not possible, because I couldn’t carry.” So I had to exaggerate. “I’m not like those women that say, “I don’t need to explain it to anybody because it’s nobody’s business.”
Eventually she forced herself to shift out of that apologetic mindset. It was then that she realized the most important thing in life is having these boys. “I am fortunate that they are mine and I do my best. That is what matters most.”