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Her expression says it all.

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My daughter is a miracle. From conception to birth she battled to be born. Even now, as we gaze into each other’s eyes when she nuzzles and nurses, I’m amazed she is really, truly here.
Still, I can’t get enough of her and nibble her tender toes, cheeks and belly. Her skin is warm and sweet. [...]

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Naming a baby isn’t going to be easy. I’m 11 weeks pregnant and already hitting a roadblock.
Just so you know, I’m not unreasonable. In fact, I’m fairly flexible. My guidelines for names are: They can’t be in the top 100 of the social security popular names list, it needs to sound pleasing and Jimmy must [...]

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Pregnant? It didn’t seem real after all these years of infertility. My primary-care doctor thought it was ectopic and sent me directly over to the gynecologist’s office. Only the office was closed and I was directed to the emergency room.
I needed to drive to the hospital. The doctor’s words ‘tubal pregnancy’ echoed in my [...]

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I was pregnant, but I wasn’t going to be able to keep the baby?
After 16 years of infertility, this had to be some big cosmic joke. I felt short of breath. This pregnancy couldn’t be tubal like my primary-care doctor thought. It just couldn’t.
My emotions flipped from stunned disbelief to panicked overload. I was supposed [...]

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I’m not dying; I’m pregnant.
It had been sixteen years since I last tested positive for a baby. It wasn’t the result I expected my primary care doctor to return. I’d gone to see him because I thought my colon might be infected.
Yes, my colon.
Mind you, I didn’t pick that to worry about at random. A [...]

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Adoptive parents are perfect parents. At least that is what I sense the stereotypical thought is. We’ve waited a long time, have a lot of money and have learned extensively about child development. Somewhere during the process we have discovered our inner perfect parent and know the politically correct and right way to respond to [...]

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It was our first night home. I woke up that morning with the winter sun peeking lazily through the bedroom blinds. With a stretch of my arms and a twist, I rolled over. There he was, my new baby, in his co-sleeper. He was swaddled in the fuzzy blue blanket I had [...]