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Ukraine considers closing its borders to Foreign Baby Buyers

Ukraine is considering legislation that would dramatically reshape one of the world’s largest international surrogacy markets but – and this is where it gets interesting – there is not one but two Bills before parliament.

Neither Bill would see Ukraine’s baby market completely shut down as both Bills take a different path; one would see their markets ‘regulated’, embedding this harmful practice into social norms through state-sanctioned processes. This Bill would eliminate smaller enterprises through expensive licensing with annual renewals and effectively cement the industry as a large-corporation led enterprise.

The other would end access for foreign commissioning parents, who currently make up an estimated 95% of Ukraine’s surrogacy sector, by introducing the requirement for one of the commissioning parents to be a Ukrainian resident. This would, in effect, shut down international commercial surrogacy, replacing the current model with an ‘altruistic-only’ framework.

Now, we know ‘altruistic’ surrogacy is just a label – money still changes hands and harms are still felt under a ‘reasonable expenses’ only approach – but both Bills mark the most significant attempt yet, to restrict cross-border surrogacy in Ukraine since the Russian invasion. 

The Detail 

The Government backed Bill would shut down surrogacy to foreigners. ⁠Submitted by the Cabinet of Ministers through First Vice Prime Minister Yuliia Svyrydenko and prepared by the Ministry of Health, Deputy Health Minister Yevhenii Honchar is the main public spokesperson and defender of the bill. Under the proposals:

  • At least one commissioning parent would need to be a Ukrainian citizen
  • If only one spouse is Ukrainian, the couple must have been married for at least 3 years
  • Foreign couples with no Ukrainian citizenship would be excluded entirely
  • Advertising would be banned and the export of reproductive material would be prohibited during martial law (plus 3 years).

The ‘alternative’ Bill would sanction surrogacy as a legalised practice, to operate under ‘regulation’. Submitted by MP and former journalist Oleksandr Danutsa who founded Prime-Time TOV Media Group. He sits on the Committee on Law Enforcement Activities, (not the health committee).

This Bill would require clinics to obtain a licence with annual fees so smaller agencies would struggle. In some ways this reflects the UK’s own proposals as regulatory body for fertility clinics, the Human Fertilisation and Embryology Authority (HFEA) have been put forward as a national regulator to monitor agencies. The HFEA could feasibly be responsible for overseeing operations, granting licenses and managing regular inspections. Ukraine’s proposed Bill aims to weed out the smaller agencies and allow the large enterprises to continue to operate – an argument that has been applied in the UK, as small agencies cite possible licensing requirements in their decision to close.

Both bills impose limits, but one generates income whilst the other restricts the practice, limiting access to Ukraine’s own citizens. Neither goes far enough but both are a response to what is undeniable; the Ukrainian surrogacy market is out of control and something needs to be done

Language and the Law 

A more pressing concern is the new Civil Code currently being pushed through Parliament which contains a number of troubling provisions, among them are clauses which explicitly normalise and legalise surrogacy through assisted reproductive technologies. The proposed language does not merely regulate existing practices; it formally embeds surrogacy into the legal framework governing parenthood and family identity. The draft legislation ‘assigns parenthood’ regardless of which woman is pregnant with the child. Article 1524 states that when an embryo is created through assisted reproductive technologies and transferred into the body of another woman, the married couple who paid for the embryo to be created are recognised as the legal parents. 

Article 1527 states that single individuals have the right to motherhood or fatherhood through assisted reproductive technologies, including arrangements involving another woman carrying the child. Legal parenthood is granted based on who provided the gametes, or to who purchased that DNA in order to conceive. 

These provisions effectively separate biological gestation from legal motherhood and establish surrogacy as an accepted and protected institution under civil law. By doing so, the Code redefines parental relationships primarily through contractual and technological arrangements rather than through pregnancy and childbirth. Critics argue that these provisions normalise the outsourcing of pregnancy while reducing motherhood to a contractual or biological function. Supporters, meanwhile, frame the reforms as expanding reproductive rights and modernising family law.

This Debate is not new

Ukraine has wrestled with surrogacy before. In April 2023 an attempt was made, under martial law (plus 3 years), to ban foreign commissioning parents, with criminal penalties for violations. That Bill was withdrawn as parliament prioritised wartime legislation and emergency governance. But the issue never went away. 

At the time, Ukraine was one of world’s leading destinations for international commercial surrogacy, often described as second only to the United States. CNN’s report in March 2022, less than three weeks after Russia invaded, showed newborns being cared for in ‘baby dens’. Footage from a basement flat saw women caring for the children in desperate conditions but what it revealed was perhaps even more shocking. The babies were not all ‘brand new’, some were shown holding their heads up and had been letting to languish due to a post-Covid travel ban. These were not newborns.

Similarly, BioTexCom proudly showed the basement floor of a Kyiv Hotel, with row upon row of newborn babies. The numbers of children quickly grew from 50 to approx 1,000 as surrogate mothers gave birth and commissioning parents who could not (or would not) collect their ‘orders’. 

Former Children’s Commissioner Mykola Kuleba described the country’s surrogacy industry as “an international online store for babies”, arguing that commercial surrogacy had turned children into commodities and exploited economically vulnerable women. 

“Commercialisation and permission to receive such a ‘service’ in Ukraine promotes the uncontrolled sale of Ukrainian children abroad” he said in May 2020. He reiterated his position in October 2025:

“Ukraine is in the abyss of becoming the country in which to buy babies at a discount price and in which women have to sell themselves so as not to go hungry.” ~ Catalunyaplural

And Mykola Kuleba is not alone. Former Minister of Culture and Tourism Oksana Bilozir, when interviewed by ABC News said “We can’t be shown as an incubator for foreigners.” 

Reproductive Exploitation: Relocated 

Ukraine’s agencies and fertility clinics argue that the proposed legislation goes far beyond regulation. Ihor Pechenoha, medical director of BioTexCom, dismisses proposals as “nonsense” and appears unperturbed – this may because despite the war, the industry has proven to be remarkably resilient. Denis Herman from BioTexCom explains that this is because surrogate mothers are poor. (War will not be making women richer or safer.) 

Sofia Bettiza BBC Health Correspondent shared her experience discussing the proposals with agencies, in a recent documentary, agencies spoke on the proposals:

“Interestingly they weren’t too worried. They say the demand for surrogacy is huge and growing so they feel as long as there is demand they will find a way to operate and survive…they will just relocate to a different country.”

And this is a fair assumption. Russia’s invasion disrupted international surrogacy markets almost immediately but recovery was swift and barely left a dent, the numbers of babies being born through surrogacy are now at pre-war levels. 

What Happens Next

Ukraine’s parliament has postponed a vote on new legislation, but the Ministry of Health has already introduced tighter regulation. Age limits for surrogate mothers and lifestyle requirements were introduced in 2024 along with additional maternity hospital procedures but restrictions did not impinge upon foreign purchasing power. 

Whether Ukraine will close the door to international surrogacy entirely remains uncertain. But after years of functioning as one of the world’s largest commercial hubs, the country now appears to be moving towards a decision; will they protect women and children to some degree or will politicians vote to sacrifice them for profit and growth?

Regulating the international trade in babies

In just a few short weeks we have noted surrogacy scandals in China, Greece, Vietnam and Georgia. These illegal operations are investigated by the police, often for long periods of time, arrests are made and those involved are punished.

You would think that this would be a deterrent, given the likely prison sentences, but still it continues and appears to be happening more and more frequently. I know this as I have been monitoring the media exposure of such crimes since 2019 when I came to the subject of surrogacy reform.

In the 4 years since then I have heard all the arguments for regulation. Many argue that banning surrogacy completely sends the process underground; they say it cannot be stopped as people want to have a baby and this is their only option. They argue that the best way is to build a legal framework so surrogacy can happen safely, even ethically.

Following the return of the the Irish Dail from summer recess, it is likely that the Assisted Human Reproduction Bill will be heard this Autumn. Currently at Stage 3 for amendments, the Bill looks at regulating “the provision of any treatment or procedure, including such treatment or procedure for the purposes of surrogacy within the State, that involves the handling of gametes or embryos, or both, for the purposes of establishing a pregnancy”.

The recommendations of the Special Joint Committee on International Surrogacy will probably be included and the Bill has a lot of support from both Senators who have personally benefited from surrogacy and from the general public who have been fed the media line that for infertile couples in Ireland, there are no other options.

The recommendations include that surrogate mothers overseas will be required to sign an affadavit and that surrogacy arrangements are “fairly and ethically compensated”. Whilst politicians in Ireland may be confident of this there is no way they can be certain. What surrogacy agencies and lawyers advise in say, Ukraine,  is outside of their jurisdiction. What they can be sure of is that upon landing back on home soil, Irish citizens can secure parental rights through a legal framework: this is the goal, this is what this law will secure.

Historically the treatment of women and children in Ireland shows that motherhood and the rights of women have not always been respected. From the scandals of the Magdalen Laundries and the obstetric violence of Symphysiotomies, Ireland has a shameful history and the leigitimisation of buying babies from women in other countries fails to demonstrate a departure from these outdated ideas of women serving a purpose.

It is right that people committing crimes should be punished. It is not right to legalise the importation and trade in children by exploiting vulnerable women for their ‘reproductive services’.

If you are a resident in Ireland, please write to your TD, you can use our suggested points and resources here to help.

“Birthday Girl” – Guest Post from L.K Agnes

Surrogacy in the Ukraine is not the focus of our campaign but the commodification of women, the buying and selling of babies and the tragic loss of life in Ukraine is impossible to ignore.

This is a short story piece intended to explore the desperately sad realities of surrogacy in Ukraine which has been in the news again since Russia invaded on 22nd February 2022. This is a fictional piece, based on what we understand to be the real-life situations women are facing.

We thank L K Agnes for sharing her creative skills with us.

Birthday Girl

The blanket Nataliya is lying on does nothing to mitigate the unforgiving marble floor, and the soft, sweeping curves of the metro station belie the cold, hard reality of her situation. She can’t get comfortable, she is sore, tender, ripped and stitched. There is no position that helps. She swallows another two painkillers, the one thing she made sure she had with her as she made her way underground, swept along on a dark tide of fear and determination. A woman touches her hand.

           ‘You’re bleeding, let me help.’

            Nataliya sits up, wincing in pain as she does so, and sees her blanket soaked in blood. She doesn’t care she just wants to sleep. She tries to dismiss the woman with a weak wave of her hand as she lies down again. The woman calls out,

            ‘We need a doctor here, quickly!’

            Another woman comes running over, puts a hand on her head, says she has a slight fever. They tell her she needs to sit up and stay awake as they prop her back against the wall. The second older woman points at her front.

            ‘Where is your baby?’

            What can she say? Only a few days ago she was in the clinic, her baby still inside her. She wasn’t paying much attention to the news, just looking forward to getting all this over with. They would both have a good life, she would be able to afford to buy her own place, and baby would be sleeping in the beautiful nursery Mhairi had shown her in the photos on her phone.

            ‘We wanted to get away from all the pink and girly clichés, so we chose a soft dove grey. What do you think?’

            Nataliya thinks grey a strange choice for a baby’s room but knows better than to say so. The wallpaper is an intricate design of flowers and birds, so she admires that and coos over the pretty white crib. This baby is one day over the due date but her contractions haven’t started so she is sitting up in bed, reading glossy magazines, waiting for her new life to begin. Mhairi and Donal are staying nearby, visiting three times a day. Mhairi keeps wanting photos of her, her hand on Nataliya’s bump, the two of them leaning in, a hand on each shoulder, Donal with his arm around Mhairi as she clasps Nataliya’s hands. Mhairi keeps saying how these will be precious memories to show her baby as she grows up. Nataliya wishes they would leave her alone. She pretends to sleep hoping they will take the hint and leave. She hears Mhairi whispering to the doctor as she dozes.

            ‘Can’t you induce her or do a membrane sweep or something? We need to get her out of here and we don’t know how much time we’ve got left.’

            The doctor says he wants to give it one more day, give baby a chance to come of her own accord.

            ‘We might not have one more day,’ says Mhairi. Donal shushes her, says she’s over reacting, no-one seriously thinks they are in danger. For the first time Nataliya begins to feel uneasy, she checks the news on her phone when they’ve gone. It’s fine, nothing has changed.

            That night she hears the explosions, far away in the distance but near enough for her to understand everything has changed and that the unthinkable has happened. Mhari and Donal arrive ashen  faced, just after six o’clock in the morning. They have a smart looking Asian woman in tow, who they they introduce as their lawyer. She hears the lawyer woman arguing with the doctor outside her room, just before they come in to tell her she is going through for a caesarean. Her waters break as she is being prepped for theatre.

            ‘Tell them baby is making her own way here, after all,’ says the doctor.

            Five hours later, after a rushed and brutal delivery, she produces a beautiful baby girl. Nineteen stitches, one for every year she has been alive. Aisling is not the name Nataliya would have chosen but it’s pretty nonetheless. As they wheel her back to the ward, she feels an unexpected surge of love for the child, overwhelming her with it’s force, and she starts to weep. She didn’t expect this. She’d felt nothing but relief after giving up her first baby for adoption two years ago. She was so ashamed, she just tried to ignore it and by the time Bushka finally saw what was going on, it was too late for her to have an abortion. She didn’t regret it, she knew she could never have loved a baby planted in her with such violence, it would have been a constant reminder of her defilement. She naively thought this would be the same, except this time she would be in control. She realised now what a terrible misconception that was.

            Donal and Mhairi are sitting by the bedside, whispering about some Irish senator who has assured them she will get them all out. Nataliya feels lucky she has people to help her escape this, and no family to leave behind. She was brought up by her beloved Bushka, after her mother abandoned her, but Bushka died nearly a year ago now and Nataliya has been fending for herself as best she can since then. She’s not stupid, she knows what will happen., Bushka has been preparing her for this all her life. All her dreams are shattered and she’ll have to flee from this city and the only home she’s ever known but at least she’ll be safe and the money will help her make a new start. The lawyer woman asks her to sign some documents, a birth certificate stating Mhairi and Donal are Aisling’s parents. Nataliya shakes her head,

            ‘I can’t do it, not today. I need a little more time…’

            ‘There is no time and we need to get everyone out as soon as possible. Once you sign, you will be paid the final instalment. You don’t want to be left here with a baby to look after.’

            She reluctantly signs, her tears dropping onto the document and making the ink run. At least they will be safe and together for a while. When the baby starts to cry, the nurse passes her to Nataliya without thinking, sensing that’s what the infant needs. When Aisling starts to nuzzle, she instinctively tries to put to her baby to her breast.

            ‘No!’ shouts Mhairi, grabbing the baby. ‘No! No, you must express, that was the agreement. You mustn’t bond with her.’ She runs to fetch the nurse who quickly attaches a pump to her left breast.

            ‘Can you do both together, ‘ asks Mhairi. ‘We need to get out as soon as possible.’  The nurse comes back and attaches another pump to her right breast. The machines continue their aggressive suction as Nataliya cries for her baby and her baby cries for her. Donal checks his phone as the nurse removes the pumps and hands the bottles over to him.

            ‘The transport will be here in a few minutes,’ he says. ‘Take this so we can feed her in the car and then we should have enough formula to last until we reach the border. We need to head downstairs to meet them now. There’s no time to spare.’      

            ‘There is no worry. I can express milk on the journey,’ says Nataliya as she throws back the cover to try and stand. The nurse comes over and tells her to stay in bed.

‘But we are leaving, I must to get dressed.’

             Mhairi looks at Donal, neither of them say anything. Nataliya feels her spine turn to ice when she finally understands  the meaning of their silence. The lawyer rolls her eyes and places an envelope down on the hospital table, saying in a clipped tone,

            ‘Only Aisling will be leaving with us. That was the contract you signed. Here is the final payment. It’s in cash because there are problems with the banking system.’

            ‘But you said everyone need to get out?’

            ‘I meant Aisling and her parents.’

She hurls the envelope across the room. ‘She’s my baby, you can’t take her without me!’

            ‘Aisling is Mr and Mrs Donovan’s baby now. They have fulfilled their side of the contract We have people working 24/7 to get the babies out safely but there is no authorisation to take anyone else. You don’t have a visa and we need to go now. They’re expecting further shelling tonight.’

            ‘Then just take me with you to the border. Please, you can’t leave me here!’

            The lawyer shakes her head. ‘I’m afraid that won’t be possible.’

            Mhairi passes Aisling back to Nataliya as she picks up the baby bag, stuffed with the nappies, bottles, wipes and blankets and a cuddly koala bear with a joey in its pouch. Mhairi told her the bear is called Natty and will help Aisling understand what a surrogate is.

            ‘Here, you can kiss her goodbye – we’ll never be able to thank you enough for this, Nataliya. You’ve made all our dreams come true.’

            She buries her face into her baby’s scalp, hugs her close and breathes her in for the last time. Donal reaches over to take her. Nataliya refuses to let her go but the nurses hold her arms as Donal prises Aisling from her grip and tucks her into the baby carrier.  The three of them practically run out of the room without a backward glance, taking her beautiful daughter with them.

            ‘It’s for the best,’ says the nurse, injecting her with a sedative. ‘She’ll have a good life over there.’

            They send her home before dark, the shelling is getting nearer and they don’t have a bomb shelter at the clinic. As she lets herself into the tiny apartment, she’s bombarded by a barrage of emotions, grief, anger, fear, shock, shame and numbness. Numb she can cope with. She needs to focus on staying alive and so decides to move her bed into the windowless bathroom, no glass to shatter in the blast and a bath full of water to put out any fires. Advice from her Bushka who had always feared this day might come. Nataliya is glad her grandmother is dead now, that she doesn’t have to endure the terror of this for a second time in her life. She feels a pull on her stitches as she drags the small single mattress from her bedroom. She sits on an ice pack, glued to her phone, weeping as she scrolls through footage of a town less than an hour away being shelled. Blocks like hers, shattered and derelict in the space of a few seconds. She checks her bag. Pads, painkillers, blanket, bottled water, cereal bars and a polaroid of Aisling. They wouldn’t let her have a picture of Aisling on her own, so it is Aisling and Mhairi, Mhairi holding the baby like a trophy. She told her many times that Aisling would be told from the beginning about her ‘tummy mummy.’

            ‘She’ll always know what a gift you gave us. We’ll make a book with photos of you and pictures of Kharkiv. She’ll see what a beautiful city she came from. We will always be grateful to you.’

            Not grateful enough to take me with you, she thinks, as she takes the nail scissors from the bathroom cabinet and snips Mhairi out the picture. She wonders if Aisling will hate them when she finds out they left her birth mother in a war zone and tries not to hope she does. She doubles over as she recalls the gut punch of pure love she felt when she first saw her, the savage cruelty of her attachment to a child she’d already sold. In that moment she knew she could never let her go and knew she had no choice. Aisling’s screams combined with her own, as they tore her from her arms, are echoing inside her skull as the air raid siren sounds. She didn’t believe this level of pain was possible. The tear she suffered has left her in agony but the emotional pain of having her baby snatched away from her is worse, and she has only herself to blame. Now her country is being ripped apart too, the world she knew is ended. She considers taking all the painkillers washed down with vodka but she can’t bring herself to do it, what if they get turned back and her baby needs her. She grabs her things and stumbles out into the street, heading for the subway.

            Now she is bleeding and terrified in an underground station, no longer knowing whether she has a home to go back to. The second older woman shakes her again.

            ‘Where is your baby?’

            She looks down and sees the milk leaking through her clothes. She forgot to pack the tablets to dry it up. Her breasts are hard and agonising to touch, she wishes she had the pump with her it would be such a relief to be rid of the pain in at least one part of her body.

            The old woman speaks again. ‘My name is Olga, what’s your name?’

            ‘Nataliya,’ she whispers.

            ‘OK Nataliya. I used to be a midwife. We’re going to help you but please tell us where is your baby?’

            A week ago she was proud of what she was doing. She was told it was an empowering choice and the most lovely gift she could give to Donal and Mhairi. Now she feels a shame deeper than the tunnels they are sheltering in. She sold her baby and she doesn’t want this kind woman to think badly of her.

            ‘My baby is dead.’

            ‘Oh my darling, I’m so sorry.’ She moves to hug her but Nataliya flinches from her touch. ‘I do need to examine you.’  She calls for help and people gather round, holding up blankets to create a screen. ‘OK, we need a doctor, as soon as possible. She needs blood and maybe antibiotics. Does anyone have any they can spare until we can get her to hospital?’

            As people rush off to see if they can get hold of drugs, Olga undoes Nataliya’s top and gently helps her to start expressing her milk, the pain starts to ease. The first woman rushes over.

            ‘There is a hungry baby here, his parents left this morning to try to get their family out of Moskovskyi district. They should have been back hours ago but no news, no contact. His Bushka is frantic. Can we?’

            Nataliya nods as they pass her a baby, bigger than Aisling maybe a few months old. The baby resists latching on, he doesn’t recognise her, the unfamiliar smell of her skin, but then he finds her nipple and suckles hungrily. Nataliya feels nothing at first but then she sees the little boys face, his big blue eyes, how greedy and determined he is to feed and to live. It soothes them both. His Bushka is sobbing, a mix of grief and gratitude. Olga rubs Nataliya’s back and gives her a sip of water.

            ‘Well done, good girl.’

            He settles after his feed and his grandmother rocks him to sleep as Nataliya bleeds out onto the cold, hard marble. Olga wipes away her own tears as she gently closes Nataliya’s eyes and covers her face with the blanket.