Whew. We finally have a chance to breathe. Just in time to return to work. As many of you may know, we had our Weekend Intensive meetings this past weekend down in LA - again. This time, we wised up and avoided the Motel 6, despite its promises and lures of relaxation and spa-like environs. Instead, we opted for an air mattress in the living room of a friend who lives in Alhambra (a short 25 miles away from the IAC offices - more on that "short" jaunt later). I am not sure we really knew what to expect when we headed down to LA after work on Thursday. On Friday morning, we were bright-eyed and bushy tailed and ready to take on whatever they threw at us. We had our folder of pre-filled out forms that I was sure would amaze the staff because we were so on top of things. After all, we had sacrificed so much of our previous week - and by sacrifice, I mean peeling our eyes off of the Real Housewives and Hell's Kitchen long enough to make sure everything was done.
When we got there, there were three other couples, one of which we saw last weekend at the orientation - clearly our biggest competition. The secret agents who acted coy and unsure last week, but who decided ultimately to jump at this chance. Of course it isn't a competition, but how could it not be. A little. I mean, we are starting around the same time, so we are heading out the gate neck and neck - the finish line: a sterile hospital room with an amazingly selfless girl bringing fourth our baby. Now, I am not competitive, but I am not going to just sit back while there are things I can be doing needing to be done. Then there was the other gay couple. Hmmm. Similarities can be detrimental. But, one of them is an "actor". I dared Chad to ask what he had seen him in, but no bite. He left midway through the day for an audition. Can't help but think of the deductions the judges would give him for that (yes, the Olympics are currently on). Finally, a vanilla couple in the corner from Pacoima. Not much to say. He is in finance. I don't remember what she does. Eh. Not on the radar.
Friday was nothing short of incredibly overwhelming. We were given what Chad has deemed "the $20,000 binder" that will act as our user guide for everything we could possibly need to know about this process. Then the staff began their tag team approach to scaring the bejeebus out of us. The home study will not be adequate unless we are able to move all cleaning products from under the sink to somewhere out of the reach of children - like the attic, I think. We have to invest in a lock box for all of our medications and vitamins, also to be stored in the attic, or more preferably in an off-site storage. And our beautifully remodeled fireplace will need to be re-fabricated and covered so the child doesn't run into the glass and fire. Hey - the cats only did it once before realizing fire = hot. We learned about how to build the ever important Birthmother Letter and subsequent website. We were told it would take about 2 months of back and forth edits to finish the letter and get an approval for final proof. Apparently they didn't know that creative writing is a passion of mine. I will have to educate them. Break for lunch.
We returned to learn about who the birthmothers are.
Average age: 22-23
Relatively uneducated, but there are many in college
80% do not use drugs or alcohol (turns out the requirements to complete the program are too intensive for many drug abusers to complete. Ironic, as this weekend was leading me to really want a glass of wine.)
up to 20% of those who have used alcohol are "initial users" which means they may have had some social drinking experiences prior to realizing they were pregnant.
54% are Caucasian - next closest is Hispanic at 9%.
Twins occur in a similar proportion found in the general population: about 2%
only 4% end up changing their minds when they give birth.
Very few require financial assistance.
Nearly all are covered under some form of health insurance - whether it be her own, her parents, or medicaid.
By the end of the day, we had had so much information thrown at us, I honestly couldn't tell you what the last hour consisted of. I could tell you that I am fairly certain my ass had been numb for nearly 2 hours and I couldn't feel parts of my legs. Then came the homework. Yes, I did perk up at that. I could have sworn I had graduated and sworn off school forever. But, homework always stalks you apparently. We have to read two books. I am not sure if there is a quiz. I am going to read the books. I always do.
Then came the drive home. Remember how I kind of boasted about only having to drive 25 miles to our upgraded accommodations? Well, it was Friday. At 5 pm. In LA. I was near delusional. Thankfully the GPS offered traffic guidance and route recalculations. What the GPS doesn't take into consideration. Driver safety and an algorithm to factor socioeconomic dynamics and crime statistics into these routes. We unknowingly avoided the freeway traffic - thank the good Lord - by taking the first exit directly into the heart of South Central LA. Yeah Inglewood. Terrifying. However, we learned where McDonalds and myriad of fried chicken joints make their money. Nearly two hours later and narrowly avoiding multiple drive by shootings (maybe. Probably not), we made it back to the house. I needed to stare at a wall. And not think. The best compromise we could derive: the Opening Ceremony for the 2012 Olympics. Dulled the brain perfectly. However, it was an impromptu geography lesson. Now, I pride myself in my knowledge of geography (please reference the fact that I have had to educate many people about the fact that Alaska is not, in fact, an island. And Egypt, most definitely is part of Africa), but I had no idea many of these countries existed.
We returned the the offices on Saturday relatively refreshed. We enjoyed a nice breakfast at Denny's by the airport, because, if we can't sleep by the airport, we should at least rub shoulders at some of the finest dining W. Century Blvd has to offer. The morning was quick. We met a birthmother. I was astounded by her ability to withstand a tremendous uphill battle at such a young age and still remain totally selfless and give the gift of life to another couple. It takes courage. It takes strength. I can only hope that we find such a strong girl. Rounding out the experience was a talk with another adoptive family. I wasn't impressed with the man's ability to speak, which makes it hard to empathize with his story. But nonetheless, it is encouraging to know that people do in fact end up with kids :)
We rounded out our trip to LA with a trip to IKEA. Who wouldn't go to decompress at a Swedish DIY furniture store. We found a few little do-dads to bring home, but nothing like a full kitchen or a bed. I think the only reason was that we couldn't fit a king sized bed frame in the Prius, even if it is uassembled at time of transport.
One of the things we were told to do to prepare for the birthmother letter and website is to get some pictures for the letter. We had some friends over (Hilary and Jerod are simply amazing!) and had a mini photo shoot. Lesson of the day: you women are quite impressive at blending your make up. I had to put some cover up on my face as a form of air brushing, and apparently my blending techniques are not up to professional standards. We got some awesome pictures and we are very excited to get them up and going on our marketing products.
As usual, thank you all so much for supporting us with encouraging words, volunteerism, and willingness to find random children that we can nab for action-based photo ops. You are all amazing.
Thank you for taking this journey with us!
Travis
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Monday, July 23, 2012
Orientation
So we went to the orientation at the Independent Adoption Center this weekend. It is the first weekend of two back-to-back sessions. We go for what is called the Weekend Intensive next weekend where we will meet our adoption coordinator, learn more about the adoption process, sign our official contract and get useful tips on how to set up our Dear Birthmother letter and website. The agency is in Los Angeles near the airport, and by near the airport, I mean like in the landing pattern of the major airlines. It is in a nice office building, though. We will get back to that in a minute.
Because the agency is so far away from Bakersfield, we decided to stay the night in a hotel so we could be fresh and ready for the orientation, since it started early Saturday morning. Because we are trying to keep the costs low in the early stages of this process, we decided to book a room at the Motel 6. Now, we will occasionally frequent a Motel 6 because they allow pets. We always find decent ones by the beach. So naturally, we assumed this would be no different - plus it was a highrise building, you know, like a real hotel. We should have known by the front desk workers. They were less than thrilled to accept any guests because it means they have to actually work. Neither of the employees could manage a "hello" or a "welcome to Motel 6". Instead they barked orders at us. Previously, I had made an online reservation requesting a nonsmoking room with a king sized bed. When we arrived at our room, it was adorned with a less than appealing haze of smoke, dingy carpets, and two full beds. Chad immediately called the front desk to establish a plan to rectify the situation. Apparently the lady on the other end had other plans and stated that our reservation came in that day requesting a smoking room with two beds. Thankfully the world has developed in such a manner that we have the internet on smart phones, and I had my email with the original reservation readily available. We returned to the front desk where the lady was easily spotted by Chad as the one who had copped the attitude on the phone. She continued to insist that they had gotten our reservation correct until I was able to produce the email on the aforementioned cell phone. In true customer service form, she refused to apologize and, instead, hastily made a room change and directed us to a new room. When we arrived, it was finally up to are standards. The rest of the night went fairly uneventful.
The next morning, we arose early to head down the road to begin our orientation. The building, as I mentioned earlier, was very nice, with security and everything. We checked in and proceeded up to the fourth floor, because I thought the email I received said "Suite 450". Turns out, the fourth floor is nearly abandoned and there was no agency offices. We returned to the security desk where the nice officer directed us to the third floor. Again, we boarded the elevator for the third floor. Turns out, she was mistaken this time. In my brilliance, I decided to reference the email on my nifty smart phone (thats two saves in less that 24 hours, I believe the iPhone has paid for itself now), turns out it said "Suite 1450". Back to the elevators and up to floor 14. And like a bright beacon of light, we found the offices. With a nice sign that read, "Orientation is in the conference room on the 2nd floor." At this point, I was more than thankful that I was anxious enough to get us there a half hour before the orientation started. Sweaty and exhausted already, we finally found our destination. The conference room. With the door locked and the lights off. Nearly defeated, I began to panic thinking I had gotten the date wrong. For the third time, I referenced the email on my phone only to realize the orientation didn't start at 8:30. It started at 9:30. We were terribly early. We were terribly early and our car was parked in a metered garage. We were stuck for an hour. BUT we were not late.
We returned to the conference room, without difficulty the second round, to find the doors open and a friendly face to greet us. We were still the first people to arrive, its always good to be punctual. The meeting began, and there were several other couples - both gay and straight but the gay couples were twice as many as the straight couples - nervously waiting to learn about the agency. Even though we were pretty much sold on this option before the orientation based on our previous experience in orientation 3 years ago, attending this meeting was all we needed to feel 100% ready to sign on the proverbial dotted line. We learned a lot about the agency and their role in the adoption process.
The agency acts as a liaison between the birth mothers and the adoptive parents. They do a significant amount of screening of the potential birth mothers to ensure that they are fully ready to make the commitment of giving their child up for adoption. They also conduct significant amounts of screenings to identify any medical problems or mental health problems in her family so that she can be ranked by level of risk for problems with the child. This way, the adoptive parents can make the most informed decision about whether or not to adopt her child. They also market the heck out of the adoptive parents. The agency spends nearly $1 million a year on internet advertising to reach out to pregnant women (with the average age being 22-23). When the birthmothers agree to work with the agency, they are provided with counseling throughout their pregnancy to help prepare them for the process and educate them on the anticipatory grief associated with the adoption.
The matching process was likened to online dating. The adoptive parents all have profiles online and the birthmothers are able to scroll through them, choosing search criteria to help narrow down the options (things like ethnicity, location, religious affiliation, relationship makeup, etc.). When she has found one couple she may be interested in, she can mark it as a favorite and that couple will be notified that they have been "favorited." If the birthmother really wants to know more about the couple, she can even message them and start an online dialogue. It is then encouraged to make a meeting with the two parties (with the agency providing guidance about what to expect). If it is decided that both parties hit it off and want to move forward, the agency is notified and they enter into an agreement or "relationship". The rest is history - with the end result being a new life-long relationship and a baby!
We were introduced to a couple who had just been through the process and had a 9 week old daughter to show off. They told their story of their journey through adoption and a lot of tears were shed. I don't know that there was a dry eye in the house. It was just so amazing to hear how excited they were and to see that they had a child. The adoptive mother said, as she held her daughter, "sometimes I forget that I didn't actually give birth to her. She is my daughter. That is it." Those words made me so incredibly excited. I can't wait to experience that feeling to hold our child and know that he or she is ours.
Before the birth, it is decided with both sides, how much contact there will be with the birthmother. The sample couple said they are on an extreme end of the spectrum because they have such a good relationship with the birthmother, that they spend a lot of time with her. The agency strongly recommends at least one contact each year - either in person or on the telephone. The agency hosts annual picnics with all the families, and it sounds like this is the easiest way for everyone to meet up. We are still in the process of deciding how involved we want the birthmother to be. It is very hard to separate our desires from what is in the best interest of the child to help reduce feelings of abandonment. I guess that is all in due time.
So that was the orientation. Since our return, we have been inundated with paperwork and preparation for our next big weekend. But that will be for the next entry!
Thank you all for your support!
Travis
Because the agency is so far away from Bakersfield, we decided to stay the night in a hotel so we could be fresh and ready for the orientation, since it started early Saturday morning. Because we are trying to keep the costs low in the early stages of this process, we decided to book a room at the Motel 6. Now, we will occasionally frequent a Motel 6 because they allow pets. We always find decent ones by the beach. So naturally, we assumed this would be no different - plus it was a highrise building, you know, like a real hotel. We should have known by the front desk workers. They were less than thrilled to accept any guests because it means they have to actually work. Neither of the employees could manage a "hello" or a "welcome to Motel 6". Instead they barked orders at us. Previously, I had made an online reservation requesting a nonsmoking room with a king sized bed. When we arrived at our room, it was adorned with a less than appealing haze of smoke, dingy carpets, and two full beds. Chad immediately called the front desk to establish a plan to rectify the situation. Apparently the lady on the other end had other plans and stated that our reservation came in that day requesting a smoking room with two beds. Thankfully the world has developed in such a manner that we have the internet on smart phones, and I had my email with the original reservation readily available. We returned to the front desk where the lady was easily spotted by Chad as the one who had copped the attitude on the phone. She continued to insist that they had gotten our reservation correct until I was able to produce the email on the aforementioned cell phone. In true customer service form, she refused to apologize and, instead, hastily made a room change and directed us to a new room. When we arrived, it was finally up to are standards. The rest of the night went fairly uneventful.
The next morning, we arose early to head down the road to begin our orientation. The building, as I mentioned earlier, was very nice, with security and everything. We checked in and proceeded up to the fourth floor, because I thought the email I received said "Suite 450". Turns out, the fourth floor is nearly abandoned and there was no agency offices. We returned to the security desk where the nice officer directed us to the third floor. Again, we boarded the elevator for the third floor. Turns out, she was mistaken this time. In my brilliance, I decided to reference the email on my nifty smart phone (thats two saves in less that 24 hours, I believe the iPhone has paid for itself now), turns out it said "Suite 1450". Back to the elevators and up to floor 14. And like a bright beacon of light, we found the offices. With a nice sign that read, "Orientation is in the conference room on the 2nd floor." At this point, I was more than thankful that I was anxious enough to get us there a half hour before the orientation started. Sweaty and exhausted already, we finally found our destination. The conference room. With the door locked and the lights off. Nearly defeated, I began to panic thinking I had gotten the date wrong. For the third time, I referenced the email on my phone only to realize the orientation didn't start at 8:30. It started at 9:30. We were terribly early. We were terribly early and our car was parked in a metered garage. We were stuck for an hour. BUT we were not late.
We returned to the conference room, without difficulty the second round, to find the doors open and a friendly face to greet us. We were still the first people to arrive, its always good to be punctual. The meeting began, and there were several other couples - both gay and straight but the gay couples were twice as many as the straight couples - nervously waiting to learn about the agency. Even though we were pretty much sold on this option before the orientation based on our previous experience in orientation 3 years ago, attending this meeting was all we needed to feel 100% ready to sign on the proverbial dotted line. We learned a lot about the agency and their role in the adoption process.
The agency acts as a liaison between the birth mothers and the adoptive parents. They do a significant amount of screening of the potential birth mothers to ensure that they are fully ready to make the commitment of giving their child up for adoption. They also conduct significant amounts of screenings to identify any medical problems or mental health problems in her family so that she can be ranked by level of risk for problems with the child. This way, the adoptive parents can make the most informed decision about whether or not to adopt her child. They also market the heck out of the adoptive parents. The agency spends nearly $1 million a year on internet advertising to reach out to pregnant women (with the average age being 22-23). When the birthmothers agree to work with the agency, they are provided with counseling throughout their pregnancy to help prepare them for the process and educate them on the anticipatory grief associated with the adoption.
The matching process was likened to online dating. The adoptive parents all have profiles online and the birthmothers are able to scroll through them, choosing search criteria to help narrow down the options (things like ethnicity, location, religious affiliation, relationship makeup, etc.). When she has found one couple she may be interested in, she can mark it as a favorite and that couple will be notified that they have been "favorited." If the birthmother really wants to know more about the couple, she can even message them and start an online dialogue. It is then encouraged to make a meeting with the two parties (with the agency providing guidance about what to expect). If it is decided that both parties hit it off and want to move forward, the agency is notified and they enter into an agreement or "relationship". The rest is history - with the end result being a new life-long relationship and a baby!
We were introduced to a couple who had just been through the process and had a 9 week old daughter to show off. They told their story of their journey through adoption and a lot of tears were shed. I don't know that there was a dry eye in the house. It was just so amazing to hear how excited they were and to see that they had a child. The adoptive mother said, as she held her daughter, "sometimes I forget that I didn't actually give birth to her. She is my daughter. That is it." Those words made me so incredibly excited. I can't wait to experience that feeling to hold our child and know that he or she is ours.
Before the birth, it is decided with both sides, how much contact there will be with the birthmother. The sample couple said they are on an extreme end of the spectrum because they have such a good relationship with the birthmother, that they spend a lot of time with her. The agency strongly recommends at least one contact each year - either in person or on the telephone. The agency hosts annual picnics with all the families, and it sounds like this is the easiest way for everyone to meet up. We are still in the process of deciding how involved we want the birthmother to be. It is very hard to separate our desires from what is in the best interest of the child to help reduce feelings of abandonment. I guess that is all in due time.
So that was the orientation. Since our return, we have been inundated with paperwork and preparation for our next big weekend. But that will be for the next entry!
Thank you all for your support!
Travis
Sunday, July 22, 2012
What is the Independent Adoption Center
So, by now you all know that we are adopting. And if you don't, well SURPRISE!! We are gonna have a baby! As I have mentioned before, we had thought about the county adoption process, but it did not meet our needs. So we found another option.
When we first came to California, three years ago, we had thought about the adoption process. Thankfully, we realized that it wasn't a good option at that point in our lives and we decided to wait. However, we decided to check out the process so we could have an idea about what was going to happen. I googled, like a good boy of the world of technology, and found the Independent Adoption Center. This agency, which has been around for 30 years (according to their website - also, don't expect any professional citations. If you want more information, go to www.adoptionhelp.org). They specialize in open adoptions and have been incredibly successful over the years. What also drew us to this agency is their specialization in gay and lesbian adoptions.
Now that we are much more invested in the adoption process, we have been doing A LOT more research. As it turns out, gay and lesbian adoptions are a large part of their clientele. In fact, it appears that gay and lesbian adoptions are above the curve when it comes to the speediness of matches. I was asked, recently, why this is the case. I am by no means an expert in this, but I do have some ideas about the possibilities. Before I make these opinions, I want to make sure I do not offend anyone. Whatever I say, I do not mean for you to take offense. I believe that when a prospective mother is looking to give up her baby, one of the primary concerns is whether or not the couple truly wants the child. Now, I am sure that 99.9999% of the families want to adopt - otherwise, why would they shell out so much money? If you can spare that kind of money, you have Mitt Romney money (remember, no offense). However, I think that a mother looks at the difference between a straight couple and a gay couple is the perceived ability to have children. I think the general consensus is that two men cannot conceive a child - I know, a shocking turn of events. Because of this, when a birthmother looks at a profile of a gay couple, she is going to know that this couple desperately wants a child and cannot have one, regardless of how hard they try. Now, this isn't to say the same is not true for a straight couple, but I think it is significantly more apparent that a gay couple has little option.
So, the Independent Adoption Center, which prides itself on 30 years of non-discriminatory practices is the place for us to work with. Stay tuned for even more updates about this agency and our work with them!
Travis
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Nesting. Its not your mother's Russian doll.
Apparently there is a process that every soon-to-be parent goes through. It must be instinctual. Or primal. But it just must be. Nesting. When the expecting (or in our case, waiting) parents begin to turn a house with four (or more) walls into a home. This has taken many forms over the course of the history of society. I envision cavemen and women stacking bones in the corner of their cave to make what we, today, would call a pack-and-play. In the Dark Ages, peasants used pelts to decorate a small area of their thatched huts into a warm and cozy nursery. The Renaissance lovers built miniature castles for their babes. In more modern times, families begin to decorate rooms of their houses in cutesy-footsey themes like tinkerbell, or puppies playing football, or my little pony (I guess). We opted for the ever popular Safari. Lions and tigers and bears...oh my!
Let me let all of you non-parent people in on a little secret. Cribs will bring into question your ability to act like an adult. I am not sure why they insist on making them so difficult to build. A lot of nuts and bolts in obscure and hard to reach places. I realize it is all for the safety of my baby - and for that, I am thankful. However, I am not thankful for the scraped knees and rug burns on my elbows that I endured making a box of slats and wood pieces into a beautiful crib. I guess nesting involves a lot of cussing and sweating.
As we prepare for this ambitious journey into parenthood, we have decided to take on the great, stone behemoth that is Babies 'R Us (picture the R flipped backwards). Did you know there are about 15,000 different kinds of bottles and nipples for babies? **Sidenote: apparently when I was just a little newborn, I had colic for about 6 months (my dad says 6 months and 4 days) and made my parents' lives completely miserable and unsleepable. As a result, I have a sinking suspicion that I have some pretty nasty karma coming my way.** So, as we were meandering through the aisles of bottles, I learned that there is new technology in the baby bottle market that allows for anti-colic features to your regular, run-of-the-mill bottle. I may have found the kryptonite of the aforementioned karma. Needless to say, I believe there may be some of those bottles on a baby registry near you.
Back to the nesting. We spent all weekend finding strollers and swings and harnesses and onesies. We turned our guest bedroom into a jungle of fun for our baby. Complete with a wallpaper border and fancy shmancy appliques of monkeys and other safari animals. I think the baby will be happy. But more importantly, we are happy. We have successfully made a special home for our little one. Of course, he or she will spend the first several months of his or her life in our room in a special crib next to us (not in our bed, of course). We have so much more to do. But it feels good to have a room that is just for our baby.
We continue to be so incredibly excited about this baby! We want to thank you all for your support in this process!
Travis
Let me let all of you non-parent people in on a little secret. Cribs will bring into question your ability to act like an adult. I am not sure why they insist on making them so difficult to build. A lot of nuts and bolts in obscure and hard to reach places. I realize it is all for the safety of my baby - and for that, I am thankful. However, I am not thankful for the scraped knees and rug burns on my elbows that I endured making a box of slats and wood pieces into a beautiful crib. I guess nesting involves a lot of cussing and sweating.
As we prepare for this ambitious journey into parenthood, we have decided to take on the great, stone behemoth that is Babies 'R Us (picture the R flipped backwards). Did you know there are about 15,000 different kinds of bottles and nipples for babies? **Sidenote: apparently when I was just a little newborn, I had colic for about 6 months (my dad says 6 months and 4 days) and made my parents' lives completely miserable and unsleepable. As a result, I have a sinking suspicion that I have some pretty nasty karma coming my way.** So, as we were meandering through the aisles of bottles, I learned that there is new technology in the baby bottle market that allows for anti-colic features to your regular, run-of-the-mill bottle. I may have found the kryptonite of the aforementioned karma. Needless to say, I believe there may be some of those bottles on a baby registry near you.
Back to the nesting. We spent all weekend finding strollers and swings and harnesses and onesies. We turned our guest bedroom into a jungle of fun for our baby. Complete with a wallpaper border and fancy shmancy appliques of monkeys and other safari animals. I think the baby will be happy. But more importantly, we are happy. We have successfully made a special home for our little one. Of course, he or she will spend the first several months of his or her life in our room in a special crib next to us (not in our bed, of course). We have so much more to do. But it feels good to have a room that is just for our baby.
We continue to be so incredibly excited about this baby! We want to thank you all for your support in this process!
Travis
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Help Be Part Of The Journey...
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Its All About The Bond
Since we have begun talking about having a child, Chad and I have thought about a lot of different possibilities. Who knew that if you were physically unable to have kids, the doors would fly open to all kinds of options.
So, there is the surrogacy issue. If we could find a woman who we could convince to have our children, she would give us a child that is biologically ours. But then who's child would it be? And how would we decide who's "DNA" we would use? I am sure a nice game of rock, paper, scissors would make that decision real easy. Then the question would be about the woman. How do we choose? A desperate plea on craigslist? Chad standing on the corner with a sign begging for a new, or semi-used uterus? Probably not the best way to go about it. There are just too many variables, especially if we know the woman already. Awkward social gatherings 10 years from now and trying to explain why our daughter/son looks just like that strange woman across the room; that probably wouldn't be best.
Then there is the adoption route. We started with the county. We went to a couple of meetings, and quite frankly it just scared the be-jeebuz out of us. What worries me most is that our child will have been through who knows how many homes and been to exposed to so many horrid things that I would never be able to erase them from his or her tiny, innocent mind. Then there is the drug factor. What if the baby is born addicted to drugs. That was pretty much a guarantee. And you know, kids say the darnedest things when they are angry. I am sure that structure would be seen as overbearing and suddenly the child is telling the over-worked and under-paid social worker that we "did" things. Professionally and emotionally I am just not ready for that. Plus, in our meetings we were told that the child could be taken back by the birth parents at any point. I have a fear that we will get a child just dropped into our home and then we invest so much time and energy into the child's life just to have it all taken away from us. If that happened, I am not convinced I would ever recover.
And that leads us to the route we have taken. Private, open adoption. The goal of the open adoption is to allow an open dialogue between the birth mother and us. We create a profile for all prospective birthmothers to choose from. When she sees us as the best option (and quite frankly, who wouldn't, right?) we make contact. It is then that the relationship building begins and we start making plans and arrangements. We establish a plan of how much contact is involved when the baby is born. I am not fully comfortable with a lot of contact. I don't want to confuse the child, but I think it is healthy and responsible for us to keep our child as aware as age appropriately as possible. I am willing to send pictures and Christmas cards. As the child gets older, we can negotiate possible phone calls and an eventual meet and greet.
We have debated what age the child should be when we adopt. Chad has been open to even older children. But its all about the bond. There is a reason that naturally babies are born completely dependent on their parents. And at the same time, it is natural for parents to be absolutely clueless about the whole parenting thing. Its about growing together and learning together - parents and child. I didn't want an older child who has already experienced things that I don't know about. I want to grow together. That bond is so vital. I want to look at that baby right after it is born. I want to have that moment that all parents get when they look at their newborn baby for the first time. That is when it all starts. It is a journey. A long one with a lot of bumps and pot holes along the way. But, at least with us all being fresh and new, the bumps won't be compared to anything else. And that makes it all worth it.
Travis
Monday, July 9, 2012
I think about starting a lot of blogs. And they never really take off. Case in point: "Dr. Travis Loses Weight" Yeah, I didn't make it on that marathon. I didn't get very far in the prep work either. But times, they are a-changin'.
Many of you may know, and for those who don't, you may want to sit down for this, I am 30 years old. It is a hard one to stomach, trust me, I know. In my first 30 years, I have been focused mostly on education (for 22 of those 30 years) and getting me to a place that I am comfortable. In the process, I have met and married the love of my life, Chad. He is a fantastic man. We have been together for over 5 years. We have traveled the country and navigated the nightmare of post-secondary education together. Now that we are settled in California, and now that we have amassed enough animals to fill a small-to-medium petting zoo (two dogs and two cats), we decided that perhaps these were signs of our nesting nature coming out. Someone decided, long, long ago, that "first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the baby in the baby carriage." If you would have asked me even 3 years ago about that baby, I would have laughed and told you that it wasn't going to happen for a LONG time. I was always able to make excuses. I had to get an education, I needed to get a stable job, I needed to have like 10 years savings in the bank before I could begin to consider a child. Yeah, then the 30s hit. And Chad hit (not me, I promise he never hits me).
I think that we are very fortunate in that we cannot just get "knocked up" and wind up on a show like 16 and Pregnant. I think it allows us to be incredibly deliberate about the baby making process. And, it doesn't have to involve special ovulation calendars, pills, rhythms, and egg timers (I don't know, I saw it on an episode of Roseanne.) We can deliberately plan, perhaps more than most straight couples, just when we should have a baby. I am glad for that. I am definitely someone who prides himself on having it all figured out. I can organize and plan like a crazy man. Now, I am not delusional. I know that once the baby arrives, there is absolutely no way to be as anal about timing and structure as I want to be. But, you know, I am okay with that. Everyone has to give up something from time to time.
So, we are beginning our journey to fatherhood. We have been in talks for quite awhile. It has been a decision that has been on our minds for a long time and it is now coming to a point where we cannot deny it any longer. We want a child. I have the baby fever like crazy.
At the end of this month, we are going to officially begin the process with an agency in Los Angeles - The Independent Adoption Center. We are going to participate in their "weekend intensive" program. I am not sure what all is involved, but I am praying to little baby Jesus that it does not involve a physical boot camp at 5 am with some buff trainer screaming to stop making a mountain with my butt and get my nose to the ground. Certainly that would not be part of the process, right?
Essentially, we pay a boatload o' money and make ourselves as marketable to birthmothers as humanly possible. Basically, we will be swathing on the foundation and the hair gel and dust off our finest digs and pose in a million uncomfortable positions for pictures and perhaps "borrow" some neighbor children for candid shots, in hopes of impressing someone enough to say, "hey, come get my baby." Or, we can be ourselves and breathe, and know that the right woman is out there, and she is preparing her heart and waiting to see our faces and know that we are the ones that she can trust. Honestly, I am going for the second option.
I wanted to create this blog because this is a really BIG deal for us. Its a big deal for any couple to decide to procreate and bring a child into this world (and then inevitably in about 10 or so years threaten to take that same child out of this world). Those of you who read this are our friends and our family. As with any couple, child raising is not done independently. It takes a lot of hands and hearts. We need your support and your encouragement. I have always known that writing is a huge way I express myself. I can be bold and share my thoughts and feelings using the power of a pen (or a keyboard). I want you all to be part of our journey.
I want this blog to be humorous, real, and authentic. I hope you enjoy this blog. I invite you to comment and share your pearls of wisdom (especially all of the parents out there).
I am going to post as much as I can to keep the journey alive. Who knows, when the baby is crying at all hours of the night, it may be the time a post hits the interwebs. I am sure my own mother will secretly revel in my sleepless nights after she suffered through nearly a year and a half of colic. Payback is a bitch I guess.
Travis
Many of you may know, and for those who don't, you may want to sit down for this, I am 30 years old. It is a hard one to stomach, trust me, I know. In my first 30 years, I have been focused mostly on education (for 22 of those 30 years) and getting me to a place that I am comfortable. In the process, I have met and married the love of my life, Chad. He is a fantastic man. We have been together for over 5 years. We have traveled the country and navigated the nightmare of post-secondary education together. Now that we are settled in California, and now that we have amassed enough animals to fill a small-to-medium petting zoo (two dogs and two cats), we decided that perhaps these were signs of our nesting nature coming out. Someone decided, long, long ago, that "first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the baby in the baby carriage." If you would have asked me even 3 years ago about that baby, I would have laughed and told you that it wasn't going to happen for a LONG time. I was always able to make excuses. I had to get an education, I needed to get a stable job, I needed to have like 10 years savings in the bank before I could begin to consider a child. Yeah, then the 30s hit. And Chad hit (not me, I promise he never hits me).
I think that we are very fortunate in that we cannot just get "knocked up" and wind up on a show like 16 and Pregnant. I think it allows us to be incredibly deliberate about the baby making process. And, it doesn't have to involve special ovulation calendars, pills, rhythms, and egg timers (I don't know, I saw it on an episode of Roseanne.) We can deliberately plan, perhaps more than most straight couples, just when we should have a baby. I am glad for that. I am definitely someone who prides himself on having it all figured out. I can organize and plan like a crazy man. Now, I am not delusional. I know that once the baby arrives, there is absolutely no way to be as anal about timing and structure as I want to be. But, you know, I am okay with that. Everyone has to give up something from time to time.
So, we are beginning our journey to fatherhood. We have been in talks for quite awhile. It has been a decision that has been on our minds for a long time and it is now coming to a point where we cannot deny it any longer. We want a child. I have the baby fever like crazy.
At the end of this month, we are going to officially begin the process with an agency in Los Angeles - The Independent Adoption Center. We are going to participate in their "weekend intensive" program. I am not sure what all is involved, but I am praying to little baby Jesus that it does not involve a physical boot camp at 5 am with some buff trainer screaming to stop making a mountain with my butt and get my nose to the ground. Certainly that would not be part of the process, right?
Essentially, we pay a boatload o' money and make ourselves as marketable to birthmothers as humanly possible. Basically, we will be swathing on the foundation and the hair gel and dust off our finest digs and pose in a million uncomfortable positions for pictures and perhaps "borrow" some neighbor children for candid shots, in hopes of impressing someone enough to say, "hey, come get my baby." Or, we can be ourselves and breathe, and know that the right woman is out there, and she is preparing her heart and waiting to see our faces and know that we are the ones that she can trust. Honestly, I am going for the second option.
I wanted to create this blog because this is a really BIG deal for us. Its a big deal for any couple to decide to procreate and bring a child into this world (and then inevitably in about 10 or so years threaten to take that same child out of this world). Those of you who read this are our friends and our family. As with any couple, child raising is not done independently. It takes a lot of hands and hearts. We need your support and your encouragement. I have always known that writing is a huge way I express myself. I can be bold and share my thoughts and feelings using the power of a pen (or a keyboard). I want you all to be part of our journey.
I want this blog to be humorous, real, and authentic. I hope you enjoy this blog. I invite you to comment and share your pearls of wisdom (especially all of the parents out there).
I am going to post as much as I can to keep the journey alive. Who knows, when the baby is crying at all hours of the night, it may be the time a post hits the interwebs. I am sure my own mother will secretly revel in my sleepless nights after she suffered through nearly a year and a half of colic. Payback is a bitch I guess.
Travis
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