Finally Becoming A Dad Was The Greatest Experience Of My Life. It Lasted Less Than A Week.

His name was Henry. A beautiful baby boy, born in a San Diego hospital in February. 

Once we got the call from our adoption agency that Henry’s birth mother was in labour, my husband and I grabbed our go-bag, jumped into our car, and drove throughout the night – over 400 miles from San Francisco to San Diego – arriving just in time to witness his birth and cut the umbilical cord.

By 3am, I was living the greatest moment of my life, holding him in my arms for his first skin-to-skin, feeling his first few breaths in rhythm with mine. I can relive those 16 minutes over and over again; it was the happiest I’ve ever been. 

I was finally ...