Fertility and fetishes in current New Yorker story

Story in current New Yorker, Who Will Greet You at Home?, by young Nigerian writer Lesley Nneka Arimah, didn't appeal to me especially but will appeal to others based on your appreciation of this kind of speculative fantasy: She conjures a world/culture/future state in which women bear or carry not actual babies but little baby replicas that they handcraft and nurture through some sort of gestation period until - what? - delivery? - I'm not sure that ever happens. The young woman a center of story, Adechi (?), seems to have a very estranged relationship w/ her own mother and a relationship of indentured servitude w/ her boss, a woman called "Mama," who runs a beauty salon and other outfits under the rubric "Mama Said" (I think, or something like that). So it's a story about the demise of motherhood. Adechi makes a baby out of yarn but the strand catches on a loose nail and unravels; she then crafts a sturdier model out of hair from the salon, and nourishes the baby secretly on other gobbets of hair. There seems to be a hierarchy of value regarding the babies - she looks enviously at one point at a woman with a high-quality porcelain model. At its best this story reminds me a little of some of the best work of George Saunders: let's imagine a world where something very odd and disturbing were the case, e.g., wealthy people bought strands of 3rd-world women to decorate their lawns - with all the implications about class and racial oppression, diminished meaning of life, cruelty, abasement of art and design. This story touches on those themes but I don't draw much from it beyond the given condition and proposition: we're in a very disturbing world/future in which fertility is replaced by fetish. There may be more to come from this writer on this topic - lots of potential for growth and further exploration of these touched-upon themes.