Christopher’s Mom

Dawn Davenport


Christopher's Mom

After our show last week on knowing when it is time to move from infertility treatment to adoption, I received an email from Nancy Ferrari-Gallagher saying that so many of the questions sent by listeners struggling with the decision of when and if to call it quits on fertility treatment and move to adoption resonated with her.  She sent me the following essay from about her journey.  It is simply beautiful.  With her permission I’m sharing it with you.  Read all the way to the postscript.

Christopher’s Mom

It’s a typical Saturday of running errands, and we decide to have lunch out. I slide into the booth after a visit to the ladies’ room.

“This place is loaded with babies,” I chirp my public service announcement. “They’re everywhere.”

“Oh yeah?” my husband, Greg, answers.

“Yup. You wanna know what’s really great?”

He bites. “What’s that?”

“It doesn’t make me sad!”

Greg smiles and takes the bottle out of our son Christopher’s mouth. “That’s good!” he states affirmatively.

After seven years of intensive treatment for unexplained infertility, and after seven years of ignoring the problem while dealing with a live-in mother-in-law with Alzheimer’s disease, I was sure infertility would leave me emotionally hobbled forever. The one thing I was sure I was meant to do, be a mom, I simply couldn’t.

I know. What about adoption? We thought about it. It can be scary and complicated. And worse, it lacks the illusion of control that infertility treatment offers. I was good, no, superb, at planning treatment cycles and figuring out the next step. I could show up at appointments and egg retrievals. I could regroup from a miscarriage. But how do you create a family through the grace of a stranger? I didn’t know. Even after 14 years of desperately wanting a baby, I didn’t think adoption was “for us”.

I was wrong on both counts.

I’m happy and feel whole for the first time in a very long time. I’m a glowing advocate of adoption.

I am a mom.

What led to Christopher’s adoption was actually a pregnancy. My own. At 45, I decided to make one final check in with a reproductive endocrinologist. To what end, I wasn’t completely sure, maybe for some kind of closure. She told me what I already knew. At my age, IVF with my own eggs was as good as trying on our own. In two words: Not very. Maybe 1 percent. Egg donation was an option, so was adoption, she told me. Greg suspected that no good could come from this appointment. It could only rip the scab off a wound that was struggling to heal. He was not pleased. We were past all of that, and it wasn’t something he was keen to revisit. We were too old. He wasn’t comfortable with egg donation or adoption. He was resolved about remaining childless. I just wasn’t.

This was a hard time for us. He didn’t want to hurt me. I understood his view, but had a terrible time accepting it. Two weeks after that doctor’s appointment, I had a funny feeling. I took a home pregnancy test. Two lines. Dark ones. Shockingly, this pregnancy looked more promising than any that came before it. Not so shockingly, at seven weeks I miscarried for the fifth time.

I was furious. This felt especially cruel because my last chance had been stolen and Greg wasn’t willing to try egg donation. I roiled at him until he cracked. In all the years we’d struggled with infertility, he never showed me his own grief directly. Now it was right in front of me. The loss was profound for him, too. We both truly wanted to be a family of more than two. After a week of spending my spare time sobbing uncontrollably, we decided to talk with the counselor who had seen me through my long years of infertility treatment.

Somehow in that conversation, the seed of adoption sprouted just a little. The idea of international adoption, in particular, resonated with Greg. In record time, we submitted paperwork to adopt from China. Several months later, we could see the wait times for a referral were slowing to a crawl. I was beside myself. Every time I got close to a baby, something went wrong. As older parents, we felt strongly about having two children, and the new time frame made our plans to adopt twice from China questionable. Greg suggested that we consider domestic adoption for our second child. And adopt our second child first, while waiting for China.

The story of Christopher’s adoption would take a book. It was more fraught than most, including his birth parents changing their minds at his birth. And changing their minds back, three weeks later. When things fell through the first time, several adoption professionals – and adoptive parents – told me, when you get “your” baby all the pain and aggravation goes away. It just goes away. I didn’t believe them.

Not until Christopher was placed in our arms.

For years, I had imagined what it would be like to hold my baby for the first time. When that moment arrived, I wasn’t in a hospital or birthing center. I was standing in a small office surrounded by file cabinets and some of the wonderful people who worked on Christopher’s placement. And it was better than anything I could have pictures. I felt an overwhelming sense of peace. This was our baby. My heart was restored. I was normal, I was who I was meant to be. I was now a mom. As I gazed at Christopher, asleep in my arms, his tiny fists thrown over his head, I realized what everyone had told me was true—the pain and anguish lifted.

I’ve tried hard to figure out what held us – me – back for so long. Surely, adoption is not an easy thing to do. There is paperwork and intrusion and hoops to jump through. You feel like you have to “qualify” for what is a simple biological certainty for others. But for me, I think it was something that I can put words to only now: Adoption requires that you embrace loss. The birth parents’ loss, your child’s loss, and your own. I think that was the biggest hurdle for me – truly acknowledging that I would never give birth.

I was a little taken aback at the ferocious love we feel for this child. How I couldn’t love him one iota more if he came from my body. That I wouldn’t want him to have come from my body because he wouldn’t be him. I didn’t expect to feel fully prepared to help him deal with whatever losses he may feel as he grows up, but I’m ready. I did expect to question myself. Because I didn’t carry him or bring him into the world, could I truly be his mother? With each passing day, I realize just how much we belong to each other. I am his mother. I cannot imagine being anyone else’s mother. We can’t imagine being anyone else’s parents.

I’m sure that at times the announcement of a pregnancy or birth will stir the well-healed scars. But I’ve survived infertility. And I can’t believe I’m saying this, but actually thrived as a result. Because it made me Christopher’s mom.

Postscript: Nancy wrote to say that she and her husband are now the proud parents of “THE three most incredible children in the world via newborn domestic transracial adoption (Christopher (4), Carys (2 ½), and Caitlyn (1 ½)).  I hope our story touches others in a way that can help them move forward. I can honestly say that every single day I feel immense gratitude for our children. Yes, even those days when I’m thinking “I went to college, I have a job, I can drive a car for Pete’s sake, why can I not get these people to cooperate with me!!??”

In some small way I may always carry a kernel of grief because my body wouldn’t do what it was “supposed to” but I don’t have to grieve the life I always wanted because I have that life. How incredible.”

By the way, Nancy was 46, 47 and 48 at the time of her three adoptions.


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23/08/2010 | by Dawn Davenport | Categories: Adoption, Adoption Blog, Blog, Infertility, Infertility Blog | 8 Comments

8 Responses to Christopher’s Mom

  1. Avatar Kooky says:

    I came here to find some resources on something else and got hooked on your blogs. I couldn’t have read a better blog to help lift my spirits today. I have no idea how our road to parenthood will end, but I know that this story was what I needed to keeping walking the path that I pray will eventually lead me to a child. Thank you for what you do and for doing it in such a compassionate way!

  2. Avatar Lea Ann says:

    Thanks for the post. Me and my husband have an adoption in China and Taiwan and we are currently waiting for both adoptions. We went through infertility treatments before we decided to adopt and it took us a long time to make that decision toward adoption. This is truly an inspiring story. Thanks so much

  3. Avatar Chris says:

    Beautiful story. The sentence that resonated the most with me was “Adoption requires that you embrace loss”. We do have to qualify as parents through the process and at the same time deal with loss. What an ultimate gift though for birth parents to suffer as loss to give us a family.

    Also, I am in my early 40s and am exhausted with 1 child. I can’t imagine being in my late 40s with 3 — good luck and congratulations to this family!!

  4. Avatar Heather says:

    Thank you for posting this. Adoption after infertility is tough. Grieving the loss of a biological child isn’t as easy as “just” adopting and it has a pace of its own. I applaud Nancy’s honestly and openness.

  5. Avatar Melanie says:

    Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. And did I mention inspiring. Wow, it makes me think that we can do this.

  6. What an awesome story. Thanks for sharing it. I’ve not struggled with infertility, but did walk through a friend’s journey and this resonates with everything I observed and everything that she allowed herself to reveal to us. May God bless Nancy and her big happy family!

  7. Avatar Kristin says:

    What an incredible story. Thank you so much for sharing it with us.

    #28 ICLW

  8. Avatar Wendy says:

    Great post! How in the world did she manage to adopt 3 kids in 3 years in her mid 40s. Talk about a success story. It gives me hope!!!

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