By: John Jericiau Dylan was more than four weeks premature but was still about 6 ½ pounds at birth, so we knew he was going to be a big boy. He couldn’t be more different than his older (by 8 months) brother Devin. Dylan is blonde and Devin is brunette. Dylan has hazel eyes; Devin […]
By: John Jericiau I thought I knew how sleep deprivation felt. I was wrong. I pulled many all nighters for big exams in college, while at the same time competed in cross country and track, swam and cycled on my own, maintained a relationship (or two) and handled the pressures of being dorm president. Flash-forward […]
By: John Jericiau The weekend before Monday’s induction had arrived and time ticked by ever so slowly. We enjoyed the time we spent with the birthmother, and tried to learn more about her as we hopped from restaurant to restaurant and tourist trap to tourist trap. Do you like salty or sweet foods more? Salty. […]
By: John Jericiau We were within one week of the birth of our son. We started getting paranoid, listening during our daily phone calls for any signs of wavering from the birthmother, but she remained sure of her decision. She was 1000 miles away from Santa Monica, and it was time for her to travel […]
By: John Jericiau When you’ve had as many adoption failures as we have, you start to become cynical and wary of the whole adoption process. Why should we pay a birthmother’s expenses for months and months, only to have her not only change her mind at the last minute, but get to keep every last […]
By: John Jericiau It took about a year for Alen to get on board with the whole baby thing. Our first date (after corresponding by email and then phone for a couple of weeks) was over seven years ago, on June 11th. We chuckle now as we recall that The Stepford Wives was starting at […]
By: John Jericiau My brand newborn son Ryan already had me twisted around his little pinky after the first twenty-four hours of the feeding/changing/sleeping cycle. As a single guy I had spent the last seven months supporting (emotionally and financially) the out of town birthmother but all of that didn’t matter after I first held […]
