Donor eggs, in vitro, adoption, surrogacy—there’s a whole lot of babies goin’ on. Families are forming in all sorts of ways, and my son is growing up right in the middle of all of it.
By Nelson Handel
The bulb first lit up in my head two years ago, while I was painting the window trim in what would be the baby’s room. Our son, Charlie, was due in a month, and though his birth mother in Tacoma, Washington, had made a firm adoption plan and chosen us to be his parents, we were still unsure. In domestic adoption, it ain’t over till the fat baby sings. We’d begun decorating the nursery in the blind act of faith that, after years of infertility, our prayers would be answered. If we built it, we hoped, he would come.
I glanced out the window and saw our neighbor, Barbara, talking to a very pregnant lady…