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Science/Tech See other Science/Tech Articles Title: I'm Gay. She's Straight. Here's What Happened When We Decided To Have A Kid Together. I'm Gay. She's Straight. Here's What Happened When We Decided To Have A Kid Together. David Arrick 5/22/2018 © Courtesy of David Arrick David Arrick, Nate and Heidi at Nate's karate class exposition in New York City in 2017. When I was 11, I found out that my dad was gay. As shocking as this revelation was, I was relieved his sexuality was the reason my parents divorced and that my dad hadnt left my mom to start another family that he loved more than ours. Still, I was confused. This was 1978, and there were no healthy representations of gay people in the media, and I had absolutely no idea what having a gay dad would mean for me. Then, just when I was starting to accept my fathers sexuality, I began to question my own, and by the time I turned 16, I came out as gay too. Despite the emotional turbulence my dad and I had been through, I counted myself lucky. Not only did I have a role model in my own family, but thanks to my Dad, I had already learned something so many other gay people at my age hadnt: Being gay didnt have to equal being childless. That message stuck with me throughout my life, and 25 years after I came out, when my friend Heidi, who I met at college, and I began discussing having a child together, I did not feel the same apprehension that plagues some other gay men. Heidi was essentially family to me, and we viewed having a child as a natural extension of our close friendship. We were both single, our families knew and liked each other, and we spent many holidays together. We laughed at the same things, had lots in common and both felt a burning desire to be parents. Comments like If neither of us is married by
or Could we co-parent together? had been peppered throughout our conversations for years, and when we seriously began to discuss it, we were hard pressed to think of a reason we shouldnt do it. It just felt right. By 2010, when we decided to put our plan into action, media representations of alternative parenting approaches and family types had come a long way. Miranda and Carrie had discussed their biological clocks on Sex and the City and revealed their scary age, or age at which they feared they would realize it was too late to have a baby. Will & Grace and Modern Family were opening closets and shining a bright light on modern gay life while offering new definitions of family. Even though there were still no visible gay-dad-straight-mom co-parenting role models for us to look to, there were so many more possibilities when it came to parenting, and Heidi and I felt determined to make our own version of a modern family a reality. © Courtesy of David Arrick David and Nate in New York City's Central Park in 2011. Navigating uncharted waters, we would be forging ahead guided solely by instinct, but what prospective parents arent essentially doing that in most respects, right? There were no books on Amazon titled Gay Dad, Straight Mom or When Your Gay BFF Becomes Your Baby Daddy, and there were so many issues ― from the legal to the financial ― to iron out, but those were really just details to us. I felt that as a couple, we were at a distinct advantage, and I remember thinking, Arent Heidi and I in a better position than many other people who get pregnant without having had the benefit of 20 years of friendship? In our hearts we knew we were doing the right thing, and in our minds we had already become Daddy and Mommy. So with our plan concealed from family and friends, we set out to try to conceive. The idea of having sex made us chuckle, so we decided on at-home insemination without any kind of medical intervention. Since Heidi is a nurse, we had the benefit of her medical background, and we obtained the sterile cups, syringes and the other paraphernalia needed to increase our odds of conception. We agreed that if Heidi didnt get pregnant within three months, we would each go to a fertility doctor to determine if we were individually able to have children. If my boys were the reason that Heidi couldnt get pregnant, I would have been disappointed but graciously bowed out of the process, wishing her well in her journey toward becoming pregnant without me. I gave it my best shot (literally!), and we inseminated whenever Heidi was ovulating. We made the insemination process as lighthearted as we could because, while we were attempting to do something that, if successful, would alter our lives forever, there was a comical aspect to the process of doing this ourselves. Here we were actually doing what so many other gay men and their straight college girl friends had promised each other they would do, and the faint sound of their words ― If Im not married by 40
Youre my gay BFF. We should have a baby! ― echoed in our heads throughout our journey. On insemination night there was no mood lighting, no chardonnay and no Barry White playing. Instead we told each other funny stories after the process was complete. Heidi remained lying on her bed, hips raised at an angle to increase the odds of sperm meeting egg, with Led Zeppelin playing (Heidi sings in a Led Zeppelin cover band, after all), a Seinfeld rerun on TV and cartons of our favorite Chinese takeout within reach. After our third attempt, Heidi became pregnant. Apparently steamed shrimp dumplings plus Stairway to Heaven plus some Jerry, Elaine, George and Kramer craziness equaled success ― at least for us. Throughout the pregnancy, I remained awestruck that the sonogram images of the baby in Heidis belly were of my child, and I found myself marveling at the fact that the in-home insemination really worked. We worked out that Heidi would have primary custody during the week, I would have the baby at my place on the weekend, we would share finances and we would create a Family Day ― one day dedicated to our all being together ― that we would share each week. In September 2010 our son, Nathaniel Chase, was born. We hadnt attended one Lamaze class, since he arrived before they were scheduled to start, but Heidi was a confident champ, masterfully in tune with herself and what her body was naturally designed to do. I was steadfastly there by her side ― cheering her on and holding a knee when helpful but scurrying to move my daddy ass out of the way when the nurse screamed at me to do so. After Nate was born, we had an impromptu circle of life moment (cue The Lion King) to welcome him into the world and then had Chinese food delivered to the hospital room. Poster Comment: It seems these two have taken the scientific approach. I prefer the all natural method myself. ;) Post Comment Private Reply Ignore Thread
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