I don't aim to defend this person in the least, but I'll tell you that there is a moment in which, for me, I perceived a choice.
My little two month old daughter was in our bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror, and she reached out her hand. Until that time, I had gone through 7 years of infertility regimen, and felt I had accomplished something in just seeing it through to my wife's dream - kids.
Kids weren't my dream in the least.
My daughter reached out her hand to the mirror, and it was like something hit me like a shovel in the back of the head, and I remember hearing in my head, distinctly, a voice saying:
"You have no idea what this experience through this child has to offer you. Pass this up means you know better than I what happiness is, or might be."
At that moment I got on my hands and knees with her on the floor and helped her stand so she could reach out and touch the mirror standing.
All of this to say that closing yourself off to your children takes effort, not a lack thereof.
Children are worth it, but the value proposition of children has essentially been washed down the drain by, in my opinion, popular media and lack of a faith life.
What a beautiful moment, thanks.