September 29, 2008

Safe Havens: Accepting Fresh Meat Only!

Baby in Basket
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Nebraska was the LAST state in the U.S. to pass the "Safe Haven" law for "scared" teenage girls who are encouraged to "drop" their newborn babies off at local hospitals without penalty. What Nebraska lawmakers never counted on, was the mistake of not putting any limits on the ages of the children who could be abandoned without penalty. And POOF, now they have a crisis of sorts ~ where unsupported, frazzled parents & guardians are abandoning teens and pre-teens left & right ~ simply magnifying the problems the U.S. faces already.

Now lawmakers are "backtracking" their decisions and stating that the law was never intended to legalize abandonment of older children ~ only infants. Well, my freaking goodness! Doesn't THAT RIGHT THERE point out the INTENT of the law? They ONLY want fresh meat ~ no stinky kiddo who will be stuck in the foster care system the rest of their childhood, because they are considered "unadoptable" by age. Only fresh, sweet smelling, newborn meat accepted, thank you. The kind that will bring top dollar on the meat(baby)-selling market. The meat that couples drool over and compete over every day in America. The meat that they want to rip immediately from the mother's womb and pretend is their own. I think this law is hilariously SAD and HOPEFULLY Nebraska and the nation will TAKE NOTE and RETHINK the absurdity of these "safe haven" laws nationwide.

The baby who is abandoned has the same worth and right to KNOW their heritage. When a baby is legally abandoned through these unjust laws, both the young mother and the baby are victimized ~ they are USED for a system of supply/demand human baby-selling (adoption) in America ~ without regard to the child's right to an accurate birth certificate and family, medical, genealogical history. They will grow up without that most basic knowledge about themselves. There HAS to be a better way to SUPPORT and PROTECT our most vulnerable. Most mothers who "dump" their newborns will not take advantage of the "safe haven" laws anyway ~ unfortunately, they are too mentally unstable at that point to risk being seen taking their baby to a "safe" dumping place, anyway. Maybe we, as a society, need to EMBRACE and stop SHAMING young mothers when they get pregnant ~ then teens and young mothers will not be so afraid of their parents, schools, and society ~ and will able to joyfully embrace their own motherhood, baby, and the community as a support system that should be a given for mothers, families, & children in the first place...instead of a society which shames & takes for their own agenda.

http://www.kcci.com/news/17564344/detail.html

Neb. Father Talks About Abandoning His 9 Kids
Recent Cases Involving Teens Test Nebraska's Safe Haven Law
September 26, 2008

OMAHA, Neb. -- A Nebraska father who dropped his nine kids off at a
hospital under the state's Safe Haven law is talking about his
decision.
Survey: Expanding The Safe Haven Law?
Gary Staton said the mother of nine kids left at an emergency room in
Creighton University Medical Center died from a brain aneurysm 17
months ago, days after delivering the youngest child.

Staton dropped off the kids Wednesday night at 8 p.m., officials at
the Department of Health and Human Services said.
"I was with her for 17 years, and then she was gone. What was I going
to do?" Staton said. "We raised them together. I didn't think I could
do it alone. I fell apart. I couldn't take care of them."
Staton said he was overwhelmed by his family responsibilities and had
to quit his job. He said he couldn't pay the rent or utilities.
"I was able to get the kids to a safe place before they were
homeless," he said.
He said he made the final decision Wednesday to take the children to
Creighton University Medical Center. He said he handed a woman there
the birth certificates and said he was there to surrender his kids.
"I hope they know I love them," he said. "I hope their future is
better without me around them."

Past History
Staton and his wife were cited in 2004 for child neglect. An article
in a North High School newspaper quoted Staton's oldest daughter as
saying she graduated at 16, in part to care for her younger siblings.
"I was always feeding kids, checking homework and sending kids to
bed," Amoria Micek was quoted in the paper as saying. "I just don't
have anyone backing me up any more."
The state's Department of Health and Human Services confirmed that an
15-year-old boy was taken to Immanuel Hospital at 5 p.m. and an 11-
year-old boy was taken to the same hospital at 8:30 p.m.
One of the boys was placed in foster care and the other is still at
the hospital undergoing evaluation.
The case brings the total number of children left at Omaha hospitals
during the past 24 hours to 11.
See a report of all Nebraska's Safe Haven Cases
Staton will not be charged because of Nebraska's new Safe Haven law,
which states any child under the age of 19 can be left at a hospital
if they're in immediate danger.
The two additional cases are the fifth and sixth tests of the state's
Safe Haven.
Before Wednesday, children ages 11, 13, and 15 were dropped off at
hospitals since the law was implemented in July.
State May Revisit Safe Haven Law
Nebraska lawmakers said they may need to clarify the law, which was
intended to protect newborn children, if a parent is overwhelmed.
Further, Nebraska Gov. Dave Heineman called for an amendment to the
state's Safe Haven law Thursday, saying lawmakers likely wrote the
bill too broad of a stroke.
"I'm absolutely surprised. When this bill was being discussed in the
legislature, we had the discussion that this was going to be about
young children and when they were in immediate danger," Heineman said
at an opening for an early childhood care center in Millard. "Like the
rest of the country, we wanted to be there to help. Unfortunately they
wrote the language too broad. We now need to amend that to change
that."
Heineman urged parents to take advantage of area nonprofits instead of
abandoning children at hospitals.
"I want to continue to encourage parents to really think twice before
you leave your kids at a hospital, unless they're in danger," he said.
Department of Health and Human Services Reacts
Nebraska's Safe Haven law was not intended for those having difficulty
parenting defiant and unruly youths, according to the state's
Department of Health and Human Services.
Thus, they may still be charged.
"There seems to be a misconception that when a child is dropped off at
a hospital, the parents are absolved of responsibility. That couldn't
be further from the truth," said Toddy Landry, director of the
Division of Children and Family Services in Department of Health and
Human Services.
Landry said in a press release Thursday that the courts will get
involved in the lives of families who drop off children.
He said courts are likely to require parents and guardians to
participate in parenting classes, family therapy, conflict resolution
or other services and may order child support payments while they are
in state custody.
"I am very concerned about the situations we've seen so far. I
empathize with parents who aren't sure where to turn, but I want to
encourage those families to use other options before taking the
drastic step of abandoning a child," Landry said in the release.
Other options include community support groups, crisis hot lines,
treatment centers or other services. Faith-based community services
can also be a source of support, Landry said.
"Get the help before you get so desperate to where you drop off your
kids at the hospital," said April Blevins, of Lutheran Family Services.

September 28, 2008

Why I Like Kids










I KNEW I should lay off the coffee....


CEDAR RAPIDS, Iowa - It wasn't just the caffeine that gave an Iowa woman an extra jolt after she had her morning coffee. It was also the bat she found in the filter.

The Iowa Department of Public Health says the woman reported a bat in her house but wasn't too worried about it. She turned on her automatic coffee maker before bedtime and drank her coffee the next morning.

She discovered the bat in the filter when she went to clean it that night. The woman has undergone treatment for possible rabies.

Health officials say that the bat was sent to a lab but that its brain was too cooked by the hot water to determine whether it had rabies.

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(Ouch! Nasty! GAAHHHH! ~ this story caught my eye for two reasons
1) I'm always trying to get my hyper-active, stressed out hubby to STOP drinking coffee ~ it doesn't do him a BIT (BAT) of good!

2) My son is FASCINATED with bats (of all things). He thinks Count Von Count on Sesame Street(and his lovely entourage of BATS) is a big "Purple Mouse" (take a second look ~ he DOES look like a purple mouse, and I for one, don't mind my son thinking so ~ lol) who likes to count things and laugh weird ~ HA HA HA HA HAAAA...so my toddler runs around the house doing the same. We went to the zoo this past weekend and he had a fit when we left the bat house! lol

3) Another chilling side-note here that I rarely admit or talk about, because it is alittle too close to home ~ my first Mother's brother (my Uncle, whom I adore), wrote me a wonderful letter at the very beginning of our reunion ~ all about my Mother. He told me so many things that made my hair stand on end (literally) about her ~ because we sound SO much alike. She was an activist, a writer, an animal lover deluxe, loved nature & flowers, and fought for the underdog every time. The ONLY thing he mentioned about her, that I didn't share, was the fact that she liked horror movies (I hate them), and got a kick out of old Dracula movies. (I think one reason I DON'T like horror movies, is because I'm adopted ~ real life is scary enough for me. I know many readers of this blog probably would accuse me of "blaming" everything on adoption ~ and that's o.k. (really) ~ HA HA HA...
BUT ~ the interesting point I'm trying to get to here, is that when my son IMMEDIATELY gravitated toward Count Von Count on Sesame Street (the only consolation I have is that he truly believes he is a mouse) I wanted to throw my hands up and scream ~ it was just a little TOO much to take ~ reminded me of my first Mother so much, and how strong genetics truly are (not that it hasn't hit me in the face MANY times during my reunion). I've finally come to the point of accepting the fact that my son (unlike me) inherited that from his Grandmother ~ the one he never met, the one I never met ~ but yet who continues to live through her descendants (us!) and influence us every day in such a strong way. I so wish she were still on this earth ~ I just know we'd be having great fun).

Just Another Day at the Park...

Girl on playground thinking
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So last night my family met three other fam's at the local park for a get-together ~ just for some fun, food, and fellowship. It was so nice to sit under the huge trees, feel the cool breeze, stuff our face's and just TALK. As a Mom, that is a treasured commodity! Our kids had a great time running around, and playing on the playground equipment ~ it sure isn't what it used to be! My son is a slide connoisseur ~ at three years old, he can definitely state his preferences on slides ~ curly, fast, double, tunnel, or bumpy! It is so fun to get another chance at being a kid, when you have your own.

As we were all sitting there watching our kids run and play, it dawned on me, that out of the six kids in attendance, MINE was the only one who WASN'T adopted ~ wow. Yet, he is the son of an adoptee...holy cow ~ adoption is everywhere.

Us Moms were talking alot about the kids, and of course, adoption was a big topic, because of all the little adoptees running around. Two of them were from China, two were private domestic adoptees (now bro & sis in their adopted fam), and one was an only child, whose adoption started out "open" but has since closed, and unknowingly to his adoptive parents at the time of his adoption, they also now have a special-needs child, as their son has autism. Whoa. Of course, I have a preemie, and I'm also an adoptee in reunion ~ so needless to say ~ all of us are pretty much in stress-mode. Here we were sitting there comparing "therapies" and "diets" and attachment conferences ~ what a night! lol

The Mom of the two Chinese adoptees (age 4 & 7), talked about how her daughters have actually "decided" who in the family will die first. They think their Dad will die, then their Mom, and then it will be their turn eventually. She says the oldest girl is obsessed with "death" thoughts, and seems to bring it up when they are the least bit "lost" in traffic, or away from home on a trip, or just out of the blue.

It reminded me so much of myself as a child ~ I remember being fearful that when my adoptive parents died, that I would be all alone. I would also lay in my bed at night and wonder and hope that I would not die in the night, but, in fact, wake up the next morning. What thoughts for a child!?!? Only as an adult can I even BARELY understand where they came from ~ not knowing my past, brought fear about my future.

This same Mom said she recently heard an adult adoptee on a "message board" online (she would FREAK if she read some of my posts ~ lol), that said he wanted to do his "search" completely himself ~ without the help of his adoptive parents. That it was something he felt he needed for himself, for his autonomy, and that the "process" of searching was the key to finding his own identity, feelings, etc. I agreed with her wholeheartedly. But THEN she conveniently stated that it made her re-think her own girl's searches, and that maybe she should just leave it for them, when they are older ~ even though it would probably be "impossible" for them to find any information in China by the time they become adults.

I could almost hear her breathe a sigh of relief, thinking that there would be no information or leads by that time, and she would be "home free" from dealing with anything like reunion. She, of course, believes that EVERY adoptee from China was abandoned and has no chance in HE_ _ of finding their origins. Wrong...
I could tell she was really grappling with this whole issue...just like her children, and every other person on this earth affected by adoption.

I happened to be at a local Catholic Charities meeting about adoption recently and saw a woman speak who had adopted a son from Russia. She had done her own search for his birth family, and had somehow actually found them ~ very poor family in a remote part of Russia. She had an impressive slide-show of how she found them, making contact, and continuing contact with them ~ all for the sake of her son. She found that the Mother was very sad about losing her son to adoption, and was elated to know he was ok and thriving in the U.S. She wept as she spoke about the emotional journey she was making for her son ~ without him even knowing yet ~ because he is still so young. So did I.

Anyway, I told this Mom last night about this woman and her search for her son's birth family ~ she said she would call Catholic Charities and get the name of the woman, because she is not convinced that she should wait till her daughter's are grown before she somehow captures information about their history. If she would call the agency, they could probably tell her much more than she realizes. If only they would.

Just another evening in the life of an adoption-effected Mom...no wonder I'm tired.

(Click on the title of this post (above) to hear an interesting radio segment about sealed records, adoption search & reunion.)

http://podcast.1170kfaq.com/DesktopModules/Orizonti_NukeNews/getLink.aspx?pid=48&tid=1852&newsid=38633

September 14, 2008

Mother & Son Reunited After 62 Years


Mother and son reunited after 62 years
A mother and her long lost son have been reunited after 62 years, only to find they have been living just 20 miles apart all their lives

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/uknews/2798511/Mother-and-son-reunited-after-62-years.html

Audrey Gilder, 80, had not seen her eldest son Alf Belcher since she was forced to put him up for adoption shortly after he was born in 1946.

Falling pregnant out of wedlock, she was ordered to give him away and faced dying never having known what became of him.

Mr Belcher, 62, had spent much of his adult life wondering who and where his mother was, and in recent years became resolutely determined to track his parents down.

In 2006 he obtained a copy of his birth certificate, which began a trail that eventually led to Mrs Gilder's door.

He found they had been living only 20 miles apart from the day they were separated.

Mrs Gilder fell pregnant as an 18-year-old when she lived with her parents in the village of Abbot's Ripton, Cambs.

She was sent away in disgrace to a nearby maternity home until Mr Belcher, whom she named Philip, was born. Against her wishes, he was sent to a children's home and later adopted by a couple in Huntingdon, Cambs.

In 1948, two years after his birth, Mrs Gilder married his father, Mark Gilder, now 87, and they moved to Peterborough to begin a new life together.

Mrs Gilder, from Peterborough, Cambs, said she received a telephone call out of the blue from Mr Belcher, which led to an immediate reunion.

She said: "He rang the doorbell and I just knew he was my son, because he was the image of my brother, Peter.

"I had given up hoping this would happen. I'd missed him so desperately all these years."

Mr Belcher, an HGV driver from nearby Alconbury, added: "It's staggering to think how close we were.

"The odds are we were in the same shop, at the same time, and we probably walked past each other."

Mr Belcher always stayed within 20 miles of Peterborough, and finally settled in Alconbury - roughly 19 miles from his natural mother, in 2006.

He never knew the names of his real parents until he obtained a copy of his birth certificate later that year.

With the help of his partner, Stephanie Fletcher, 50, he scoured the telephone books, spoke to residents, and eventually found someone who knew his mother's address.

And on June 23, the date of Mrs Gilder's 60th wedding anniversary, he made a visit to their home and met his biological mum and dad for the first time.

Now Mr Belcher, a father-of-two and a grandfather-of-10, also has a new extended family - two sisters Tina, 57, Lynn, 58, and a late brother Edwin who died at the age of 17, in 1982.

Family Reunion: After Long Search



Family reunion: After long search, teen meets woman who gave her up for adoption
Kalamazoo Gazette September 10, 2008

http://www.mlive.com/kzgazette/news/index.ssf/2008/09/adoption_reunion.html

KALAMAZOO -- Dionne Torrence had received a message that a young woman from Michigan was trying to reach her. Torrence called the phone number and heard the young woman's voice on the other end.

A few seconds of silence followed.

Finally, the young woman, 19-year-old Anie LaVasseur of Augusta, broke the tense silence: "I'm not angry with you for giving me up. I had a good life."

The comment was followed by tears on both sides, as Torrence and LaVasseur, who Torrence gave up for adoption, took their first steps toward getting to know each other.

"It felt as if a burden had been lifted from my shoulders," the 39-year-old Torrence recounted recently while sitting in the home of the Augusta couple to whom she'd entrusted her daughter.

Torrence, who lived in Ohio when she became pregnant and used a Kalamazoo adoption agency, said she decided to give her daughter up for adoption because she was single, was not sustaining a relationship with the father and wanted the child to grow up with two parents.

Last year, LaVasseur, like thousands of other Americans each year, undertook a search process that eventually led to her birth mother. Hundreds of Web sites offer advice on how to undertake such a search, and the Internet has made it easier for people to find each other. Intermediaries also can aid the process.

LaVasseur, a 2007 graduate of Gull Lake High School and sophomore at Western Michigan University, says she had always known she was adopted and that one day she'd look for her birth mother, whose maiden name she knew.

She started her search in January 2007, shortly after she turned 18. She requested information from the Kalamazoo County Probate Court and about a year later decided to hire Theresa Heller, a certified confidential intermediary, to help with the search.

Heller, who works for the court and in 2002 located her own daughter she'd given up for adoption, has for 10 years helped other people find their birth parents or children.

She spent about seven months looking for Torrence, although she initially made contact with her a month into the search. Torrence remembers getting that first call but says she ended it abruptly because she thought someone was trying to scam her.

Heller said she looked up 30 to 40 other "Dionne Browns" -- Torrence's maiden name -- but her search came up with nothing. Not wanting to disappoint LaVasseur, she started over again.

This time she made contact with a relative of Torrence's who said she might be able to locate the woman -- "which told me that all she had to do was call her," Heller said.
Heller finally spoke to Torrence and told her that the daughter she'd given up 19 years ago wanted to contact her.

"I was so overwhelmed," Torrence said, tears welling up in her eyes as she sat in the LaVasseurs' basement.

After their initial telephone contact on Aug. 6, which lasted three hours, the two talked by phone several times.

Among the questions LaVasseur had for Torrence: Did she know the date she was born? (Yes.) Did she have any other children? (No.) Did she want a relationship with her? (Of course!) Did she think they had anything in common? (Yes, for instance, their sense of fashion and love of shopping and their "girlie" styles.)

Meeting face-to-face

After about two weeks of telephone calls, the two met in person Aug. 22 in the lobby of Kalamazoo's Radisson Plaza Hotel & Suites.

Torrence and her husband, Keith, drove there from their home in Clinton, Ohio.
Torrence said she immediately recognized her own facial features in the younger woman as the hotel's elevator doors opened.

"We just cried and hugged," Torrence said.

The two sat in the hotel lobby for about three hours, laughing, crying and talking as they tried to bridge a gap of 19 years.

They later went up to the Torrences' hotel room, where LaVasseur met Dionne's husband, who suggested that, because of the lateness of the hour, she stay over.

"I was totally amazed because they look so much alike," Keith Torrence said. "It's made Dionne a different person -- seems like she's ... complete."

Birth mother and daughter talked even longer into the night, only getting about three hours of sleep before it was time to head to the LaVasseur home the next day.

Meeting the families

In Augusta, the Torrences met with Anie's parents, Tim and Janet LaVasseur, and their son, David, 18, who was born after Anie was adopted and after they thought they could not conceive a child.

The family prepared a brunch together. Frequently, Anie and Dionne fell into private conversations, seemingly oblivious to the others.

Janet LaVasseur said she has always supported Anie in finding her birth mother. "People ask me, 'How do you feel? Are you OK with this?' Anie having one more person to love her can only be good."

Janet said she urged her daughter to talk to a counselor before starting the search process, even though Anie was initially hesitant to do so.

That was very good advice, Heller said. It is important for all the parties involved to understand that they all have concerns, she said.

"Both birth mothers and adoptees have the same set of fears" about whether the other person will want to sustain a relationship with them and how persistent or pushy they should be or may be perceived as being, Heller said.

For instance, adoptees who have dreamed their whole lives about reuniting with a birth parent might be disappointed when that person does not seem to mirror their enthusiasm, Heller said. What is likely happening is that the person being contacted is dealing with a whole range of emotions surrounding the fact that a child they gave up for adoption wants to contact them.

"A surprising number of adoptive parents are supportive, like Anie's. It's really a good gift that they give to the child," Heller said.

After visiting at the LaVasseurs' home, Anie and Dionne spent a few hours on an outing at The Crossroads mall before the Torrences headed back to Ohio.

The Torrences came to Michigan to visit with Anie again the next weekend. Both birth mother and daughter say they hope their newfound relationship will continue.

"I'm looking forward to learning all I can about her," Anie said of Dionne. "I want this relationship to last forever."

Contact Stephanie Esters at se@kalamazoogazette.com or 388-8554.

© 2008 Michigan Live.

September 12, 2008

To Infinity & Beyond: A Sparkling Story of Survival


To infinity and beyond: A sparkling survival story

By Mallory Simon
CNN

(CNN) -- Walter Marino shouted to his 12-year-old son, Christopher, as he drifted farther away in the Atlantic Ocean.

"To infinity," the father yelled.

"And beyond," Christopher replied.

After a rip current swept the boy and his father out to sea Saturday, darkness fell, and the sound of rescue helicopters and boats grew faint until they were nonexistent.

Despite the danger, Christopher, who has autism, was enjoying himself, his father said. The boy lacks a fear of death because of his autism and finds comfort in the water, Marino told CNN.

Marino finds comfort in his son. Their unique circumstances helped keep them alive for more than 12 hours in the open ocean, Marino said.

"With many kids with autism, the thing that is so dangerous is that they have no concept of fear or fear of death," Marino said. "In this case, though, it perhaps saved him -- that and the fact that water is one of his favorite things. Whenever he goes missing or tries to run away, we can always find him near water ... even at the mall if it is just near a fountain." See a map of where the father and son were rescued »

Christopher was laughing as the father and son were pulled farther and farther from Ponce Inlet, Florida. As the pair lunged for buoys -- and missed -- Christopher couldn't help but giggle. It was this spirit that helped ground Marino, the father said.

"It was a big entertainment roller coaster for him, that's what got me through it -- because he wasn't freaking out," said Marino, 46.

But after four hours at sea without a life vest, and after it became obvious that rescue operations had ceased for the night, jellyfish began to sting the pair. That began to "freak Christopher out," his father said.

While Christopher is almost nonverbal in his communication, he and his father use catch phases from Disney movies, which the boy loves, to communicate. Dr. Sanjay Gupta reports on father, son at sea »

After four hours, the currents picked up, and Christopher began to drift from his father's reach. Because of the darkness, they couldn't see each other. So Marino shouted out part of a phrase to his son.

"To infinity," Marino shouted, referencing one of Christopher's favorite lines from the movie "Toy Story."

"And beyond," Christopher shouted back, pumping his fist in the air like movie character Buzz Lightyear.

The call and response went on for a while, with Marino choosing different phrases and Christopher yelling back. But over the course of an hour, Christopher's voice faded until his father couldn't hear him anymore.

"That's when I resigned myself to the fact that he was gone," Marino told CNN, saying he believed his son had been pulled under the water. At the time, Marino said, he thought about giving up, until he thought of his daughter Angela. She had just registered for ballroom dance classes, and he told himself over and over he would live to see her dance.

"I just kept thinking about her and how I was not going to leave her without a brother and her father in the same day -- not on my watch," he told CNN. "It was the visual of her that kept me going."
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Marino used other tricks to keep his mind focused in the 81-degree water. He remembered going to the Ponce Inlet museum, which highlighted a lighthouse. He then set out to use the lighthouse as a guide for himself, so he would know how far he was from shore.

He alternated doing the "doggie paddle" and floating on his back with his ears in the water, the way his son loved to.

He would float on his back and watch the bright stars. He wished on four shooting stars that flew by and used constellations in the sky to know what direction to go if he drifted away. Watch the Marino family talk about the ordeal with CNN's Dr. Sanjay Gupta »

Under the stars and in the dark Atlantic, he turned to his spirituality, realizing his life was in God's hands. A religious medal rested on his chest.

As morning turned, Marino tried to stay alert for sounds that might mean help was near.

Hearing a boat motor, he waved frantically.

Soon, a group of fishermen pulled him aboard their boat. A flash of light from the medallion had caught the eye of one of the anglers, who shouted at his brother at the helm to stop the boat, one of Marino's rescuers told him.

The first thing Marino asked was if the men had heard anything about his son, but they hadn't.

Marino began to grieve. It had been nearly eight hours since he had last seen his son, and he believed he was gone for good. He wept.

When the U.S. Coast Guard arrived, Marino asked them, too, about Christopher, but they said they had not found him. The Coast Guard crew asked if he wanted to go to the hospital, but he decided to stay on the boat so the search for Christopher wouldn't be disrupted.

But Marino chose not to watch the water as the search went on.

"I chose to be down below, because I didn't want to see them pull up on Christopher being face-down in the water," he said.

So the Coast Guard vessel steamed on. After more than an hour, the boat went full throttle, jolting Marino backward in his space below deck. Suddenly, the boat was idling, and Marino was asked to come topside.

"That was my personal green mile," Marino told CNN, a reference to what some people call the walk on death row from the cell to the execution chamber.

"I took three steps up the green mile to the back of the deck, and they pointed to the helicopter and they said, 'You see that helicopter? It has your son on it, and he is fine,' " Marino recalled a crew member saying.

Marino was so excited he began "kissing all the Coast Guard guys." Watch Walter Marino thank the Coast Guard »

The father and son were reunited at the emergency room at Halifax Medical Center in Daytona Beach, where they were treated for dehydration.

"We were both very weak, tired and thirsty," Marino said. "But I reached out and held his hand and could tell from the same sparkle in his eye that he was going to be fine."

While Christopher can't truly communicate what he felt during those hours alone at sea, his father hopes that one day, he will be able to tell him what he felt alone in the Atlantic.

The one thing Marino knows is that his son still loves the water and that the experience hasn't taken away that special comfort from him.

"It may be a while before we go back to a beach," Marino said. "But he still loves the water. He's already gotten back in a pool."

Find this article at:
http://www.cnn.com/2008/US/09/10/rescue.at.sea/index.html?eref=rss_topstories

Babies Separated From Mothers

Crying baby
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A Therapist Counsels Parents of Adopted Babies, Hospitalized Babies and other BABIES SEPARATED FROM MOTHERS AT BIRTH

by Marcy Axness, Ph.D.
http://www.healingresources.info/article_axness2.htm

"You don't have to feel guilty, but you do have to understand what they have experienced. It's about giving love to heal."

[The following is an interview about the trauma of infant maternal separation, with Dr. Wendy McCord, a nationally recognized pre- and perinatal psychologist and family therapist. Pre- and perinatal psychotherapy assumes the wisdom and presence of inner life in prenates and newborns. Despite the specific discussion of adoption, many of Dr. McCord's comments and suggestions are directly relevant to babies who have been premature, stayed in the NICU, or for other reasons been separated from their mothers at or shortly after birth.]

M.A.: What should adoptive parents know when they bring home their baby?

W.M. All adopted babies, I think you can pretty much say, are in shock, which is the most severe level of trauma. They need to be held a lot, they need to be given true empathy, and what they do needs to be interpreted in terms of their loss. And parents who are in denial of this add another trauma to what the baby's already suffered.

M.A.: It sounds so hopeless, so irreversible. Is there something they can do?

W.M. Absolutely. If they can come to their child with this understanding, then they can begin to empathize with the baby's experience. So if an infant comes to them with colic, or with tremendous startle responses, or fear, or is unable to attach or unable to be held or comforted, instead of feeling like the child doesn't like them, they can begin to say to this baby, "You must feel really sad, you must feel really lost. You miss your mother. You miss your connection. You've lost something very important, and I understand."

"I'm not the mom you expected, I don't smell like her, I don't sound like her. I'm a different mom, and I love you, and I'm not going to leave you."

And you have to say it, out loud. These are tremedously healing things for this infant to hear, and it will allow the baby to cry, it will allow the baby to mourn.

Another specific thing they can do is to find out about the birth, and about the birthmother and what she went through. What was the birth like? Did the mother see the baby, or hold him? Those things are significant, and have meaning to the infant.

M.A. And what about a baby who is in NICU, because of prematurity or other complication?

W.M. There are many different levels of shock, but certainly any kind of medical procedure, or isolation, or anything very scary and fearful, like the baby not being with the mother and not being able to nurse, would cause some level of trauma.

It's not about guilt, not that they did anything wrong-these things are sometimes necessary-but it can be healed much more easily by allowing the child to express his feelings, which they can interpret based on what the baby went through.

"You must have really missed me, I really missed you, you had some scary and painful things happen to you, I'm really sorry. I understand that you're sad, or angry."

M.A.: How can I expect a newborn baby to respond to the words I say? He doesn't understand language.

W.M. Babies are much more conscious than they're given credit for. Medical science is beginning to understand more and more about what babies are capable of. They're actually realizing that babies understand math, that they understand concepts, that they identify people, that they are much, much smarter than we have understood. But babies are also psychologically brilliant, and probably more in touch with their feelings and more in touch with what's going on, than we ever realized.

M.A.: I'm afraid that by saying those things to him, that I'll be putting awful ideas into his head.

W.M. I think one of the most ludicrous ideas is that you're hiding anything from a baby. Years ago people wouldn't tell children that they were adopted, and so they would grow up-and many such adoptees will tell you this-knowing that something was terribly wrong. And when they were told the truth, although it may have been interpreted as a painful or terrible secret, it made sense, and it made their life make sense, and it gave them an understanding of this burden they were carrying, like not feeling right about themselves.

So the idea that telling the truth to an infant is going to put an idea in their mind is absurd-they were there, they know. They know on a very primal, instinctual level. All you're doing is telling them that the hurt they feel is real, which is what makes us sane. It's what truly loving is-affirming that person's honest experience. So it's exactly the opposite of putting awful ideas into his head.

M.A:. How do I know if it's helping?

W.M. You'll know immediately. The baby will know, and you will know. They just... hear you, I don't know how to say it-they hear you and they feel understood. It's miraculous to see it. They just relax. It's totally healing.

Babies who've been separated from their mothers do have to mourn. And they do have to be sick. And they need somebody just to understand why, and to allow it. And then they can heal.

(c) 2004, by Marcy Axness, Ph.D.

September 11, 2008

Paradigm Shift


The importance of skin to skin contact

There are now a multitude of studies that show that mothers and babies should be together, skin to skin (baby naked, not wrapped in a blanket), immediately after birth, as well as later. The baby is happier, the baby’s temperature is more stable and more normal, the baby’s heart and breathing rates are more stable and more normal, and the baby’s blood sugar is more elevated. Not only that, skin to skin contact immediately after birth allows the baby to be colonized by the same bacteria as the mother. This, plus breastfeeding, are thought to be important in the prevention of allergic diseases. When a baby is put into an incubator, his skin and gut are often colonized by bacteria different from his mother’s.
We now know that this is true not only for the baby born at term and in good health, but also even for the premature baby. Skin to skin contact and Kangaroo Mother Care can contribute much to the care of the premature baby. Even babies on oxygen can be cared for skin to skin, and this helps reduce their needs for oxygen, and keeps them more stable in other ways as well.
There is no reason that the vast majority of babies cannot be skin to skin with the mother immediately after birth for at least an hour. Hospital routines, such as weighing the baby, should not take precedence.
The baby should be dried off and put on the mother. Nobody should be pushing the baby to do anything. The mother and baby should just be left in peace to enjoy each other’s company. The eyedrops and the injection of vitamin K can wait a couple of hours. By the way, immediate skin to skin contact can also be done after cæsarean section, even while the mother is getting stitched up, unless there are medical reasons which prevent it.
Studies have shown that even premature babies, as small as 1200 g (2 lb 10 oz) are more stable metabolically (including the level of their blood sugars) and breathe better if they are skin to skin immediately after birth. The need for an intravenous infusion, oxygen therapy or a nasogastric tube, for example, or all the preceding, does not preclude skin to skin contact. Skin to skin contact is quite compatible with other measures taken to keep the baby healthy.
The importance of skin to skin contact. Revised January 2005
Written by Jack Newman, MD, FRCPC. © 2005
www.drjacknewman.com

(Reading articles such as this bring back so many memories and regrets about our experience in the hospital. My son was so very small and vulnerable, and underwent numerous painful procedures from day one ~ and I wasn't able to hold him and comfort him like a Mother should. All this due to him being on a vent, and so medically fragile, and I was terrified of hurting him. I wish our hospital would have encouraged MORE skin-to-skin contact and early bonding. I know that is exactly what my son needed, to help his neurological system cope and recover from such an early birth and trauma. As an adoptee, my heart aches for him, not having that vital closeness with me. Research has shown that preemies deal with alot of the same life-long issues that adoptees also have to overcome ~ attachment & trust issues, anxiety, depression. I still remember crying for days on end after finally bringing my son home. Asking God to heal him and help him recover from all he had endured. He is 3 yrs old now, and although he still deals with a lot, he IS still recovering, and for that, I am so thankful.
I hope each of us can make a small difference by sharing our personal experiences and how they are so similar regardless of the reason for the infant/mother separation ~ praying for much needed reform in America.)

premature baby evacuated & his family reunited



Premature baby evacuated and his family reunited

Thursday, September 04, 2008
ANNA VELASCO
News staff writer
al.com/news/birminghamnews/index.ssf?.../122051614477440.xml&coll=2

Jacola Collins describes leaving her premature baby in a New Orleans hospital as she and her family evacuated Saturday as heartbreak - the same heartbreak she felt in July, after giving birth and leaving the hospital without her baby.

Tulane University Medical Center was the family's last stop Saturday before heading to Collins' brother's house in Meridian, Miss., where she rode out Hurricane Gustav with her husband, 12-year-old son and mother.

Collins cleaned out her freezer of breast milk and dropped it off at the hospital for her son and told him goodbye.

"I said, `I love you,' and I got a chance to kiss him," Collins, 27, said Wednesday in Birmingham.

Twelve-week-old Josiah was evacuated to UAB Hospital Sunday night. Tulane didn't want to risk losing power and not being able to care for fragile newborns in its neonatal intensive-care unit.

In all, critical-care teams from the University of Alabama at Birmingham and Children's Hospital flew to New Orleans twice and brought back 11 premature babies. UAB kept four of the babies, Trinity Medical Center took three, Princeton Baptist Medical Center got two and Shelby Baptist took two.

Collins' family reunited with baby Josiah on Tuesday.

"I wanted to squeeze him, but I knew I couldn't," Collins, of Gretna, La., said.

The family came back again from Meridian to see Josiah on Wednesday. In New Orleans, the parents visited him twice a day. The trip from Mississippi to Birmingham is a two-hour drive each way. The family is hoping to find housing here until they can all go home, which may be as early as this weekend.

Josiah Collins was born July 24, at 24 weeks' gestation by emergency Caesarean section after Collins' placenta separated from the uterine wall. He was 1 pound, 11 ounces at birth and now weighs 2 pounds, 4 ounces.

In New Orleans he had gotten off a ventilator, but was put back on one for the flight to Birmingham. He went back on the ventilator again Tuesday after his abdomen filled with gas, but the doctor taking care of him expects that to be a minor problem. The baby is in an incubator to stay warm.

"He's not critically ill," said Dr. Joe Philips, a UAB neonatologist. "He's been stable for the last 24 hours."

Philips said the baby is stable enough to go back to the Tulane hospital, but it's better to wait a few more days before such a trip. Philips expects Josiah to stay hospitalized for another four to six weeks. Although Josiah may later develop some motor problems, Philips is optimistic about the baby's future.

UAB and Children's made up the first critical-care transport team to get into New Orleans to evacuate premature babies after Hurricane Katrina hit in 2005. Philips said the Gustav experience was much less dramatic and the transport was done in advance as a precaution.

E-mail: avelasco@bhamnews.com
© 2008 al.com All Rights Reserved.

(I just wanted to post this article to remind ourselves about the personal struggles of individuals who are dealing with the many hurricaines this season and in years gone by. My son was born at 27 weeks gestation, weighing only 1.4 pounds at birth. He was in the NICU for 98 days, and my heart broke each night I had to leave him, alone, in that incubator. We pray for all the mothers & babies who are being evacuated, even now ~ for protection, healing, and a quick reunion.)

A Day of Remembrance



I Am Not Dead

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am diamond glints of snow;
I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush;
I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds encircled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Author Unknown

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In Memory

Today (9/11) is not only a day of "Remembrance & Honor" in America for so many innocent victims who lost their lives in NYC, it is also a day of remembrance for me,
as today would have been my nMother's 61st Birthday. How can I long for and
miss a Mother who I never met? She passed away at the age of 32, of breast cancer, while also searching for me. For several years after finding her family and being told of her death, I walked around in a strange numbness. Although not able to "feel" grief at the time, I immediately weeped uncontrollably, without even realizing the deep impact this news and my nMother made in my life. I watched, prayed & cried, just a few short years later, as my adoptive Mother battled the same disease that had taken my nMother's life.

Finally, after allowing myself to "unthaw" emotionally and feel the heart-gripping pain of my nMother's death and loss, I was able to embrace that part of myself that I had rejected at the same time I emotionally rejected the news of her death. That part that needed to greive and live again, by embracing who my mMother was, and how I could accept the gifts she had given me and carry in my heart always. We both love animals, the color purple, writing, and cheering for the underdog. But it goes so much deeper than that. She will always be a part of me... Happy Birthday, Norma. I love you.

Found & Lost



(In memory of my nMother, Norma Carol, I would like to thank the Found & Lost On-line Support Group, started by a wonderful First Mother who searched and found that her son had passed away before she found him. I found my nMother 10 years after she passed away from breast cancer. She had been also been searching for me, but died thinking she had a son due to inaccurate information given to her after giving birth (1968), by the hospital staff and adoption attorney. No "mutual consent" registry would have been successful for us, because our information would have never "matched". I thank God that I found my nfamily and have known them now for many years. I thank God for groups like "Found & Lost Support" which reach out and offer support to those who have been affected by adoption and find a grave at the end of their search. You can "click" on the title of this post to go directly to this great website resource.)

ALL MY LIFE

All my life, I dreamed a dream
That was reachable, or so it seemed
I wanted so badly to meet my mother
Even though I was raised by another

In my mothers arms, I wanted to be
I knew she would set me free
For I knew that in her loving arms
She would always keep me safe from harm

But on that day back in June
My heartstrings played a different tune
I knew then it could never be
I wished then, that everyone could see

The pain in my heart that was so strong
That dream I dreamed for so long
Was gone now without a trace
I knew I would never see her face

I felt then that I would never be the same
Please, at least, could you tell me her name?
A name that was like a beautiful song
That name I had longed to hear for so long

A face I saw in the mirror everyday
I would never look at myself the same way
I see her chin, her cheeks, her hair
To finally see yourself, nothing can compare

I wanted to feel her loving embrace
Just once I wanted her to touch my face
As I'm sure she did many years ago
When she had to let her baby girl go

The pain she must have felt through the years
I wish I had been there to dry her tears
I know she is with me in everything I do
I hope she knows she is in my heart too

So I will go on and live everyday
Too the fullest I can because she paved the way
Because one day we will be together
And this time it will be forever

In loving Memory of my Mother

© ALL MY LIFE by Pamula Sumpter
an adoptee and member of Found and Lost Support

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My Adoption/ My Psyche/ My Journey
By Pam Hewitt
http://www.foundandlostsupport.com/theadopteeperspective.html

Minnosota Adoptee born 1/31/67

It's only been in the last few years that I've begun thinking about how being adopted might have impacted me psychologically. I've always been shy and quiet, I had a small group of friends while I was growing up but still, I tended to be a loner. I remember my a-mom suggesting I see a therapist when I was about thirteen years old. I thought she was just trying to cure me of my shyness; I didn't see how talking to a therapist could help. The truth is I was afraid to go, going would be admitting something was wrong with me. Since she left the decision up to me, I decided I was fine and didn't pursue it. Thinking back, I wonder if she saw something in me, (a loneliness perhaps?), which prompted her to make the suggestion in the first place?

I've always known I was adopted but it never really meant much to me when I was younger. In my parents' eyes I was one hundred percent theirs and that's how they treated me. My being adopted wasn't a secret but it wasn't something we talked about much. It was just a part of me that I tucked away in the back of my psyche, unaware it would come crashing out of me later on in life. Whenever people asked me if I wanted to search for my "real" parents I said, "No." Back then I didn't have a desire to search, it didn't seem to matter but the truth was I knew, deep down, that someday I would.

Once I became an adult I was reminded about being adopted every time I needed to fill out my medical history at the doctors. I would simply tell them, "I don't know. I was adopted." However, the possible genetic predispositions I could have to diseases like diabetes, heart disease and cancer started to concern me.

When I was about eighteen years old my a-mom took me to the bank and handed me some papers she kept in her safety deposit box. These papers contained information about my birth and adoption, including my amended birth certificate with my true identity stripped away. There was also a type written page, prepared by the adoption agency, with a little information about my biological mother and father. This was the first time I had something tangible to remind me of the fact that I was different.

When I was about thirty years old I discovered there were organizations that could help reunite loved ones who have been separated by adoption. In addition, there were numerous web sites where you could enter your search criteria such as birth dates, city, state; I entered my information on a few registries and eventually started searching online. I spent many hours online looking through these registries and posting my own information hoping there would be a match. However, for these registries to make a match both parties must be looking.

I became intrigued by all I was learning, which made me think about contacting the adoption agency that handled my adoption. I wanted to know if any members of my birth family had inquired about me; they said no one had inquired into my file. So, I signed a release form allowing the agency to share my information should someone come looking for me. Plus, for a small fee, they sent me my updated Non-Identifying ID information. Non-Identifying ID is information they are legally allow to release about your biological mother and/or father, however it doesn't contain any information that could identify who they are or where they live.

This time I learned something new; I found out that my biological grandmother died when she was thirty-nine years old. The cause of death was listed as, unknown; I later found out she committed suicide. I also found out she left home when she was sixteen years old and was estranged from her family plus it listed information about her siblings and step-siblings. I'm amazed by all I've learned and for the first time it began to sink in....there were real people out there, somewhere, who were related to me. Around the same time I saw a girl who bore a striking resemblance to me, I felt compelled to stop her but of course I didn't and the opportunity passed. I found myself searching crowds for women with red hair (we both have red hair), who looked to be about the same age as my b-mom; whenever I saw someone I'd start to wonder if it could be her. I knew the odds of actually finding her that way were next to impossible but the thought still crossed my mind.

My online research led me to a Yahoo group dedicated to those in the adoption triad who were searching in Minnesota. I learned a lot from them about how to conduct a search; one thing I learned was I didn't have enough information to work with, plus the agency told me that my birth parents weren't from MN, so now I didn't know where to begin and my search lost it's momentum.

Then, a few years ago I decided to call the agency again, this time I wanted to find out how much it would cost for them to do a search & outreach for me; I was told it would be about $500, with no guarantees. Also, they warned me that if they found her she may refuse contact. I had to give all of this some heavy consideration; that was quite a bit of money to plunk down with no guarantee I'd have any more information than I already had.

I began to explore my reasons for wanting to search. One thing I knew was my birth mother wanted the pregnancy to be a secret. Was mere curiosity enough to disrupt her life? What if she rejected me? What if she was some looney-toon that would turn around and disrupt my life? How would my adoptive parents feel? Needless to say, I chose to put searching on the back burner.

I continued to be involved in the Reuniting MN group, which was also affiliated with a group that was trying to get MN legislation changed allowing adult adoptee's access to their original birth certificates. I decided to wait, to see if the legislation passed, if it did I'd begin to search again. However it didn't pass because of strong opposition from the adoption agencies.

I attended several legislative hearings on the subject to lend my support and for the first time I found myself surrounded by other adoptee's and birth mothers. Finally, I felt like I fit in somewhere. Proposing the bill into legislation was further delayed, the next proposal was scheduled for 2007. If it passed it wouldn't go into effect until 2008, however, there was no way of knowing if it would pass and I didn't want to wait that long.

Now, I'm immersed in this process and I found myself thinking about my adoption more frequently. I started to read books on the subject from the perspectives of all members of the triad, as well as psychologists who had done extensive research on the effects of adoption. I was most interested in reading about how other adoptee's felt and was happy to see my feelings being discribed on the pages before me; I realized I wasn't alone.

I learned that I have many things in common with other adoptee's, for example, I'm introverted, a loner, a people-pleaser, I have trouble with intimacy and relationships. I feel anonymous, disconnected from the world. I felt like I was "dropped from outer space," opposed to being born. I feel incomplete and live with a vague sense of longing. I'm ill at ease with others, driven to excel and I'm a perfectionist; all characteristics that seem to have a common thread among adoptee's.

I tend to observe rather than interact. Sometimes when I'm out in public I feel invisible or just partially materialized, so it surprises me if the focus suddenly turns to me, I realize I can be seen and heard by others. I take comfort in being alone and over the years I've built an invisible wall around myself. Therefore, I don't have many close friends; I need to get over my fears of rejection and reach out to people more but I think my inability to make friends is probably more of a personality flaw than something caused by being adopted.

Dwelling on my adoption was making me depressed. I started to think I was in the midst of a real identity crisis so, I contacted the agency again. They sent me the forms that would give them permission to attempt contact on my behalf but again I hesitated. I wasn't ready. At this point I told myself to stop dwelling on being adopted, but still, I continued to have unsettling feelings. I began to think that none of us were getting any younger. I knew if I waited too long it might be too late. Suddenly, one day in November 2006 I knew the time had arrived, I had to take a leap of faith. So, I signed the papers and put them in the mail before I could change my mind; I have not had a single regret since.

On Nov. 16, 2006 my social worker called to tell me she had some bad news, at first I thought she was going to tell me my b-mom had refused contact. Instead, she told me that my b-mom had passed away in 1990 of lung cancer, she was only forty-three years old. This was something I hadn't dared to contemplate but it didn't come as a complete surprise either...in my heart I knew she was already gone.

My social worker asked if I'd like to continue looking for other blood relatives; I told her I absolutely would. This meant she'd have to call my b-mom's husband back, however, she still couldn't tell him why she was calling, so, I feared he might react unfavorably and not give out any more information. Fortunately, he did share the name of my biological aunt; the agency called her next. As it turns out my b-mom didn't tell anyone about my birth, still, my aunt was open to having contact with me. I suppose I was a connection for her, maybe I was a way to bring her sister back to life.

I've subsequently had a face-to-face meeting with my aunt, my b-mom's husband, and my only sibling, a half-brother. This experience has finally put me on the road to becoming a whole person and it has facilitated some healing for my biological family as well.

Pam is a member of Found and Lost Support

"Donated Generation"

Test-tube baby
© Photographer: Geomateo | Agency: Dreamstime.com

Donated Generation
Cheryl Miller

http://www.thenewatlantis.com/publications/donated-generation

When Eric Schwartzman went in for a medical exam six months before his
wedding, he didn’t expect to hear he was infertile. After the
examination, the doctor suggested Schwartzman have a sperm-count test.
Schwartzman thought nothing of it. Then the results came in. He was
diagnosed with azoospermia, a condition in which the man produces
virtually no sperm. “Don’t plan on having kids naturally,” his doctor
told him. “You can just adopt.”

Schwartzman and his wife were devastated. He offered to call off the
wedding, but she refused. Instead, they went to a fertility clinic,
where Schwartzman underwent two testicular biopsies to retrieve sperm
for in vitro fertilization (IVF). As a backup, his doctor suggested
the couple select a sperm donor, and they agreed without really taking
the possibility seriously. But when two IVF cycles failed, he and his
wife reconsidered.

Schwartzman is now the father of two “half-adopted” children, as he
calls them, both conceived through donor insemination. Most of the
time, he says, he focuses on day-to-day life—“getting them potty
trained” and the like. But he sometimes wonders what effect their
unusual beginnings will have on them.

It’s a question that many have begun to ask as the first generation of
donor-conceived (DC) offspring has come of age and begun to speak out
about its circumstances. Media accounts—some moving, some sensational—
have described the novel challenges facing these children. Online, DC
offspring have formed a subculture for “lopsided” or “half-adopted”
kids, setting up support groups and registries where they can find
potential siblings and talk through the “genetic bewilderment” many
feel at not knowing where they come from.

DC offspring and their parents are now calling for reforms to an
industry they see as indifferent to the concerns of the children it
helped create. Ground zero for this battle is the question of donor
anonymity. DC activists want to open records, arguing they have a
right to know about their origins. The industry responds that removing
anonymity will effectively mean the end of donor conception, leaving
more infertile couples, like the Schwartzmans, without the hope of
ever having their own children.


{Adoption & assisted reproduction is, unfortunately, run as a "business" in
our society. It is governed by a supply/demand philosophy, which completely
disregards the rights of the "products" ~ those who are adopted or conceived.
Human-beings should never be viewed as simply a "commodity" ~ yet that is exactly what our laws in America have allowed. "Sealed records" were created by an industry of "professionals" who make their living from marketing for babies
and performing adoptions or fertility services.
Adoption has, unfortunately, become the way to provide a baby for a family, when that should never be its goal. When adoption fails to protect the rights of the adopted individual, and fails to provide homes for children who truly need one (why are there thousands of foster children 'waiting' for an adoptive family while sporting a billion-dollar
industry catering to couples & singles seeking a newborn?) ~ we have lost our
way as a humane society.}


A compromise of sorts might be reached in the form of what are called
open-donor programs. In an open-donor program, a donor agrees to be
identified to the offspring, usually when he or she turns eighteen.
The offspring and donor can then decide whether they want to make
contact and what kind of relationship they would like to have.
Proponents of these programs say they make things easier on children,
who will not have to grow up torn by the kind of identity issues that
plague other DC offspring. As one website for an open-donor program
reassures parents: “Your child will not grow up fantasizing that their
‘father’ is the lost King of Bavaria or Charles Manson.”

Critics of donor conception have long contended that children should
have the right to know their origins and the identity of their
biological parents; these new open-donor programs make that possible.
And by responding to consumer demand, sperm banks and egg donation
programs have likewise begun to undertake some of the other reforms
conservative critics of donor conception have argued for: more
regulation and transparency, limits on the number of offspring, better
screening of donors, and more research into outcomes for DC offspring.
But these same clinics have also been responsible for upsetting
traditional ideas about family and parenthood, and for moving us
toward accepting an individual right to a child.

Historically, sperm donation has been a secretive practice. In the
first documented case of donor insemination—performed in 1884 by a
Philadelphia doctor—neither the woman (who was anesthetized for the
procedure) nor her husband were informed of the use of donor sperm.
(The doctor later disclosed the experiment to the husband; the wife
was never told.) Although donor insemination became more common after
World War II, it was still kept quiet both to protect the man from the
stigma of infertility and the child from the stigma of illegitimacy.
Couples were counseled never to tell their children; some doctors even
mixed the donor’s and husband’s sperm so as to leave the question of
the child’s parentage open. (Today, such a practice would be
considered unethical and—given advances in genetic testing—pointless.)
The secrecy surrounding donor insemination made questions about the
donor’s identity moot. If parents never disclosed, the reasoning went,
why did they need to know anything about the donor, apart from the
sketchiest physical details? (That reasoning often worked the other
way around as well: Since parents knew so little about their donors,
secrecy advocates argued, why should they disclose and burden their
children with unanswerable questions about their biological origins?)

While disclosure was a choice (albeit one rarely chosen) for
heterosexual couples, it was an imperative for TSBC’s clients. Since
these women couldn’t pass off their children as their own in the way
heterosexual couples did and still do (the majority do not disclose),
they had to decide what and how to tell their children about their
conception, including what to tell about the donor. TSBC’s clients
therefore wanted to learn everything they could about their donor—
hence the exhaustive donor catalogues. Soon, though, clients began
asking for something more: They wanted to be able to tell their
children who the donor was. In 1983, TSBC launched its “identity-
release” program, the nation’s first open-donor program.

TSBC was well aware of the magnitude of the experiment it was
undertaking. Other banks warned TSBC founder Barbara Raboy and her
staff that identifying donors would be a disaster for the industry;
and initially, the sperm donors were not enthusiastic: Whereas 80
percent of parents requested an “open donor,” only 40 percent of
donors agreed to be identified. (Today, three quarters of donors at
TSBC are open donors.)

The staff worried too that identifying donors might lead to a “legal
quagmire” for those involved in the program. Since most of the parents
participating were single women and lesbians, significant legal
questions concerning custody and parental rights were unaddressed.
(California state law would later establish clear rules for sperm
donation, waiving all parental rights and responsibilities for donors
to licensed sperm banks.) Could the donor’s agreement to be identified
be interpreted by courts as an intention to parent? What if an
unmarried mother died or was incapacitated—would the donor be required
to step in as a parent? What if the donor sought to assert his
parental rights? To protect both parents and donors, TSBC decided to
release information only once the offspring had reached the age of
majority.

Although the creation of the identity-release program had largely been
driven by the clients’ desires, it was decided that the crucial moment—
the release of the donor’s identity—must be driven by the wishes of
the offspring. Only an adult offspring, not the parents or donor,
would be able to obtain identifying information: his address, birth
date, even driver’s license and Social Security numbers.

The first generation of children born under the identity-release
program turned eighteen in 2001. No one knew what to expect. As Raboy
told the BBC on the occasion of the bank’s first donor-offspring
meeting in 2002: “I think it was very risky in terms of identity
release because we didn’t really know how it would work out long term.
This experiment—if we call it a social experiment—will forever be an
experiment because we have generations of children who are themselves
going to be having their own children who are probably going to be
sharing with their mates how they were conceived ... it’s going to
take decades.”


Over the years, the customer base for sperm banks has shifted from 90
percent heterosexual couples to 55 percent single women and lesbians.
Two-thirds of TSBC’s clients are lesbians. Fairfax Cryobank, the
second-largest cryobank in the United States, has seen its single-
female clientele jump 20 percent in the last decade; such women now
account for 60 percent of its client base. At California Cryobank, the
industry leader, 40 percent of its clients are lesbians or single
women. Meanwhile, the number of sperm banks in the U.S. has increased
threefold, and the fertility industry has grown into a $3.3 billion
business, with sperm-banking accounting for $75 million of that.

Clinics that once turned away single women and lesbian couples now
began aggressively courting them. The new customers, they found, had
advantages. Since most insurance policies do not cover infertility
treatment for the socially infertile, these clients typically have to
pay out-of-pocket—meaning banks can charge at higher rates than
insurance would normally reimburse. While activists are happy to see
more banks accepting single and lesbian women, they realize that the
industry’s new willingness to take on socially infertile clients has
more to do with shifting business realities than with changing values.
As feminist scholar Amy Agigian writes in her 2004 book Baby Steps:
How Lesbian Alternative Insemination Is Changing the World, “In the
struggle between capitalist imperative and heterosexist prohibitions,
the balance seems to be tipping toward the almighty dollar, with
lesbian dollars increasingly welcome.” Or as one clinic worker wryly
told me: All of a sudden, everyone got a lot more progressive.

The proliferation of open-donor programs is an encouraging sign to
many. Parents of DC children hope that the new openness will help
diminish the stigma surrounding donor conception. For the mental-
health community, the programs are a welcome end to the secrecy and
feelings of betrayal that riled many DC families. For advocates of
children’s rights, they could be the first step toward banning
anonymity altogether. For DC offspring, they might just be the
beginning of the end: Perhaps as more DC offspring are given the right
to know their biological parent, the courts will unseal their records
too—just as they did for adoptees. [Only six U.S. states have passed
legislation to restore the rights of adult adoptees to unconditional access
to their original birth certificates ~ we still have a long way to go for
justice to be brought to these individuals]


Secrets and Lies

John Weltman, the president of Circle Surrogacy, an egg donation and
surrogacy agency in Boston, is part of a growing and increasingly
vocal minority within the assisted-conception industry that opposes
donor anonymity. He takes great pride in the fact that the majority of
his clients—about 90 percent—opt for a known egg donor after
undergoing the extensive screening and counseling process. “Most
people walk into this process not thinking about the child,” Weltman
says. They’re focused on the short term—having a baby, getting
insurance to cover treatments, choosing the “right” donor—not on the
hard questions that Weltman assures them will come up in the long term
when the baby grows up.

They are questions with which Weltman has plenty of personal
experience. Along with his partner of more than twenty years, Weltman
is the father of two sons, ages fourteen and twelve, both conceived
with the help of a traditional surrogate. Like other gay and lesbian
parents, he knew from the start that his children would have questions
about their unusual beginnings. He and his partner agreed to always be
“open and honest” with them: “The earlier you tell them, the less of
an issue it is. It’s just their story.” In some ways, Weltman says,
disclosure is easier for gay parents; they can let the children lead
the process—addressing questions as they come along—whereas
heterosexual couples have to initiate the discussion.

Those questions began when his oldest son turned three, and began
asking who his and his younger brother’s “mommy” was. Weltman told
them a little about the surrogate, Susan, and explained that she was
in California, an answer that satisfied them for a while. Then they
began asking to meet her. Despite their resolve to always be open with
their children, Weltman and his partner felt some trepidation about
introducing their sons to her. They worried that a meeting—good or bad—
might upset their formerly happy family: “If they really liked her,
they’d miss her. If they didn’t like her, they’d be disappointed.” But
the two put aside their doubts and arranged the meeting.

The meeting itself came as a relief. The children liked Susan and her
daughter—their half-sibling—but they didn’t miss her. Instead, Weltman
says, “the mystery [was] gone”: The children had met their biological
mother, and their curiosity about her was satisfied. As the sons have
grown older, the family has kept in touch, sending birthday cards and
Christmas cards, but the relation is more that of an extended family—
think of a fun but distant aunt—than that of mother and child.

Weltman doesn’t deny that parents using donor conception have valid
concerns: Will my children still love me even if I’m not the
biological parent? Will they want a relationship with the donor? What
if the donor disappoints them? Or worse, what if they like the donor
better? But his experience, he believes, shows that most fears are
overblown—as were his about his sons’ first meeting with Susan—and
that most children, so long as the parent is honest with them, will
adapt. Initially, Weltman tells me he and his partner did not want to
tell anyone—including their sons—who was the biological father of
their children. (Each fathered one of the children.) But, he soon
realized, the very secrecy surrounding the question made it a subject
of much more consuming interest than had they simply been open from
the start. They decided to tell, and as soon as they did, he says, the
question went away. “When you don’t tell people, that’s all they talk
about,” he tells his clients, “but if you tell them, they don’t talk
about it anymore.”

Weltman’s hypothesis that secrecy causes many of the problems
associated with donor conception is one that many researchers are
trying to test. It’s not an easy job. The fact that the majority of
offspring are unaware of their biological origins poses serious
obstacles to researchers looking into outcomes for DC offspring.
Response rates are often low since many parents don’t want to risk
being “found out.” Many studies of the psychological wellbeing of DC
offspring have been done with very young children—where outcomes seem
largely positive—but researchers rarely get to do follow-ups since
parents don’t want to disclose. Thus, longitudinal studies—the gold
standard for social science work—are nearly impossible.

Still, there is some evidence that Weltman is on the right track.
Offspring who find out later in life tend to feel more resentment and
anger toward their parents than those told at a young age. At TSBC,
Scheib has recently done a study of adolescents with identity-release
donors—the first of its kind. The sample group was small—only twenty-
nine offspring responded—but the majority of offspring reported
feeling comfortable with their origins. Although most offspring say
they are curious about the donor, Scheib reports that very few of the
offspring eligible to receive information about their donor have done
so: “There are not a ton of people knocking down our doors for
identity-release.” Many offspring explained that they were simply busy
with other transitions in their lives, like graduating from high
school and applying to college. At least one offspring that Scheib
knows of has chosen to wait until his younger sibling turns eighteen
so that they can go through the process together. Scheib suggests that
the small number of requests might indicate that simply having the
choice to meet the donor is more important than actually meeting him
or her: “Sometimes I wonder if you give people the option, it’s not a
big deal. But if you take the option away, then it becomes a big
deal.”

Many parents are hoping that Scheib is correct. Schwartzman and his
wife purchased as much information about their donor as they could:
baby pictures, medical history, essays, even audio recordings. When
Fairfax Cryobank began offering adult photos of donors, Schwartzman
contacted the clinic in hopes of obtaining pictures for his children.
(In Scheib’s study, the thing offspring most wanted from their donor
was a picture.) His hope is that his children may be satisfied with
the information they have, and not feel the need to search for their
donor. “Perhaps they’ll have some issues about their identity and past
answered by some of the data we have, and perhaps for them that’s
enough,” he says, but quickly adds, “Maybe not. Maybe it sparks their
curiosity even more.”

The Child’s Perspective
Elizabeth Marquardt, a scholar with the Institute for American Values
and a critic of donor conception, is skeptical of studies like
Scheib’s. The small sample size, she points out, is just that—small—
and she worries that the offspring in the study (although older than
most) are still too young to give an honest account of their
experiences. Perhaps, she suggests, they are afraid to show more
curiosity or interest in the donor for fear of hurting their parent,
particularly the non-biological parent.

Like Weltman, Marquardt’s ideas about donor conception are informed by
her personal experience. As a child of divorce, she recalls, “I was my
parents’ biggest defender.” Many of the themes of her first book,
Between Two Worlds: The Inner Lives of Children of Divorce (2005), are
relevant to the experience of DC offspring: the identity issues, the
delicate balancing act children feel they must perform between their
and their parents’ desires, the feelings of isolation and guilt, the
lack of sympathy from the greater culture. “
I identify with these
people so much,” Marquardt says. Like children of divorce, DC
offspring face “the challenge of trying to tell [their] own story in a
society that’s saying, ‘You should be grateful. Don’t make your
parents feel bad.... Are you saying you wish you hadn’t been born?’”

Marquardt has made common cause with many DC activists online.
Currently, she is at work on a new book, My Daddy’s Name Is Donor
(forthcoming 2009), which will include a survey of DC adults: “I’m
really interested in the identity issues as they come of age, ponder
having their own children someday, and as they think more deeply about
what families they come from.”

Marquardt hopes her new book will serve as a corrective to other
writings about DC offspring, which she thinks focus more on the
concerns of adults—parents and donors alike—than those of the
children. When Scheib’s study was released under the headline
“Reassuring findings from first study on sperm donor identification,”
Marquardt was infuriated. “Reassuring to who?” she asked on her
institute’s group blog. “Why, adults of course.” She cites one
question from the study: “Would you want to ask him for money?” “Whose
experience are we concerned about here?” she asked me, exasperated.
“That’s not a survey about the inner experience of the [offspring].
That’s a survey about the fears of the adults involved.”

To Marquardt, donor conception is inherently problematic, no matter
how openly or lovingly it’s done, since it intentionally separates
children from at least one of their biological parents. Take the often-
made comparison to adoption, she says. In both cases, children are
separated from their biological parents. Adoption, however, is an
extreme situation—one that recognizes the loss to the child. “In
adoption, your adoptive parents were not the ones who caused this loss—
the people who raised you were not the ones who intentionally divided
you from your mother and father,” she explains. “In donor conception,
the people raising you are also the ones who decided before you were
even conceived that these relationships should not matter to you.”
Here Marquardt sees a curious contradiction at the heart of donor
conception: Love makes a family, we’re told, but parents choose donor
conception because they want a child biologically connected to them.
If biology matters to parents, Marquardt asks, why wouldn’t it also
matter to children?

Marquardt’s hard-line position on donor conception has not won her
many fans in the infertility community, who accuse her and other
critics of ignoring the pain of childlessness. Even those who feel
queasy about donor conception see using an open donor as a reasonable
compromise between the desires of adults and children. Some activists
have accused Marquardt of homophobia and insisted that conservative
opposition to ART is really just a cover for hostility to alternative
families. The charge rankles Marquardt, who publicly supports both
civil unions and same-sex adoption. “I am an equal opportunity
discriminator,” she says. “I am concerned about this technology when
it’s being used by anyone—gay, straight, single, married. I don’t
argue that a child needs a mother and a father.... A child needs their
mother and father. I try to make that distinction all the time, and it
gets lost.”

Still, Marquardt does not want to ban donor conception—at least, not
at the moment. “I don’t think the way to make change generally is to
make things illegal,” she says. “I think changing hearts and minds,
probing the research and putting it out there ... is the approach”
that will work best. She hopes her book—along with the testimony of DC
offspring—will lead parents to reconsider their decision to use donor
gametes: “Anytime a would-be parent who is considering donor
conception sees writings like mine or others and decides ... maybe
[to] adopt instead, I consider that a victory.” At the very least, she
hopes to win greater understanding and compassion for the distress of
DC offspring: “Whenever possible, [children] need their mother and
father, and when they don’t have their mother and father, a
compassionate society should recognize that as a loss because that is
what children routinely say it is.”

Rights of the Child

A number of trends—social, legal, and technological—are driving the
industry away from anonymous donation. Whereas DC offspring once
petitioned all-powerful clinics in vain for information, they are now
simply going around them, using online searches and cheap DNA test
kits to find their biological parents. “The Web makes the world a
small place,” Weltman says. In face of this information onslaught,
Weltman thinks anonymity is doomed: Donors will eventually get found.
“It’s going to happen anyway,” he says. “If you number them ... it
doesn’t make any difference if you give out no information. People can
find each other. It’s happening right now.”

And for all their rhetoric about “protecting donor privacy,” clinics
are positively effusive about their donors online. Check the website
of any sperm bank or egg donation agency and you will find detailed
catalogues of donors, including baby pictures, college majors,
handwriting samples, and much more—all online and completely free.
That information expands every day as hard-working marketing types
think of yet more services to distinguish themselves from the
competition. The Georgia-based sperm bank Xytex, for example, was the
first to offer baby pictures; it now has a program through which
parents-to-be can buy a series of photos of a donor as an adult. Not
to be outdone, California Cryobank is currently working on producing
short films with donors. The films will include voice-overs and show
the donor (neck-down only to protect his identity) participating in
favorite activities, like playing soccer.

These “premium services” can be big moneymakers for clinics, but
digital sleuths can find plenty of information online for free: donors
put all kinds of information on personal Web pages, social-networking
sites, job banks, family history sites, and so on. In 2004, a fifteen-
year-old boy in the U.K. found his donor using a genealogical research
service on the Internet. A clinic representative told me that one
client even found her donor by searching for his “favorite
quote” (found in his donor profile) on MySpace. Some donors are
stepping forward on websites like the Donor Sibling Registry (DSR), an
online database through which donors and offspring can connect.

Clinics are furiously trying to stop the gaps. One sperm bank has
demanded a donor remove his name from the DSR. Another sperm bank
recently brought in private detectives to flag privacy concerns.
Still, it’s hard to see how much of a difference such measures will
make when the marketing department is adding features faster than the
private detectives can take them down.

And if the Internet is a threat to the old anonymity model, courts and
legislatures might just deal the final deathblow. Throughout the
world, donor anonymity is being curtailed—if not outright eliminated—
due to the tireless activism of DC adults and their parents. Offspring
have challenged donor conception practices in their home countries
claiming they breach the United Nations Convention on the Rights of
the Child, which states that a child has the right to “know and be
cared for by his or her parents.” Sweden was the first country to ban
anonymity in 1985, and over the years, several other nations have
followed suit, including the United Kingdom, the Netherlands,
Switzerland, Austria, and parts of Australia.

Such legislation—despite the opposition of the industry—might find its
way to the U.S. as well. But U.N. decrees on children’s rights may
matter less than a legal precedent already well established here in
the United States: adoption. Like donor conception, adoption was
initially shrouded in secrecy; it was best, experts claimed, that
children never know their origins. But as adoptees have come of age
and spoken out about their wishes, public opinion has turned in their
favor, with courts granting access to medical records and even
unsealing adoption records. Just this year, in New Jersey, the state
Senate voted to give adoptees access to their birth certificates—and
with them, the names of their biological mothers. The majority of
adoptions now performed in the U.S. are open adoptions.

“Where the donor conception model is right now is where the adoption
model was thirty years ago,” Marquardt explains. Weltman, a practicing
lawyer, agrees. The courts, he thinks, will be hard put not to apply
the logic of adoptee cases to DC offspring cases. Courts “have opened
the door to allowing children to know their [birth mothers],” Weltman
says. “They’re very likely in the future to open the doors to let
children know their egg-donating parent or sperm-donating parent.” If
adoptees have the right to know the identity of their biological
parents, many DC activists are asking, why not them, too?

The tricky issue of the right to know one’s own biological origins is
not the only question coming before the courts: Many DC offspring
faced with puzzling illnesses are suing to obtain their donor’s
medical records. In one case, an anonymous sperm donor was forced to
testify in a lawsuit against California Cryobank after the family
sued, claiming that the bank had failed to disclose that the donor had
a family history of kidney disease. Even the detailed medical
histories most clinics now offer are still incomplete, merely by
virtue of the fact that most donors are young, typically between the
ages of 21 and 35. Since many diseases don’t manifest themselves until
later in life, the donor might not yet know whether he or she is at
heightened risk for breast cancer or heart disease. It’s important for
offspring to have “current genetic family history,” Weltman says,
“which will change with a 24-year-old woman, because her mother’s 48
and her grandmother’s 72 and they may all be healthy. When she’s 48
and her mother’s 72 and her grandmother’s dead, they’re not all going
to be healthy and there’s going to be a whole series of things [that
she didn’t] know about when she’s 24.” (The reverse problem may
happen, too: if one side of your family has a history of breast
cancer, you may feel compelled to disclose to your daughter that she
was donor-conceived so as to relieve her worries.)

So long as anonymous donation is available, these concerns will not
disappear. As a result, the industry’s screening practices are under
more scrutiny than ever before. Most clinics screen for a wide ranges
of diseases and genetic disorders—HIV, hepatitis, cystic fibrosis,
sickle cell anemia, Tay-Sachs, plus many more—and banks pride
themselves on the rigor of their screening processes. California
Cryobank reassures would-be parents that it accepts less than 1
percent of the men who apply to become sperm donors. Fairfax Cryobank
accepts only 3 percent. Yet cryobanks remind customers this kind of
extensive screening has costs. If clinics were required to screen for
every testable genetic disorder, many couples would be priced out of
donor conception. This defense seems reasonable until one recalls that
a bank might sell thousands of vials of sperm to multiple families,
meaning a rare genetic disease might imaginably be passed to scores of
children. (Egg donors have a more limited ability to create genetic
mayhem: The ASRM recommends women donate no more than six times,
although some women claim to have donated more than a dozen times.)

In response, parents, offspring, and other public health activists
have been pushing banks to create a nationwide registry of donors so
they can monitor potential health issues and “retire” donors if a
health problem turns up. Many in the industry have resisted on the
grounds of donor privacy: What if in the future, they ask, courts
demand they make such records public? How then could they make a
promise of good faith to protect their donors’ anonymity?

Activists respond that the industry is more interested in protecting
its bottom line than its donors—that anonymity is simply more
convenient for the industry. For one thing, anonymous donors are
cheaper to clinics; there’s no record-keeping necessary, no donors or
offspring to track. (According to Scheib, an identity-release donor
costs TSBC “at least ten times” more than an anonymous donor.) Banning
anonymity too, activists say, would bring to light any number of
unethical practices—failing to screen donors properly, exceeding ASRM
guidelines for more popular donors, even outright lying about a
donor’s medical history—that the industry would rather hide.
Kirk
Maxey, a former sperm donor, believes he might have fathered over a
hundred children during his sixteen-year career. With the Donor Gamete
Archive—a nonprofit organization which stores genetic information
pertaining to donors—he is trying to force accountability on the
industry: “I don’t think [the sperm banks] tell the truth,” he
recently told an online magazine. “I don’t think they are careful
because they have no real accountability. They hide all their records
and no one can catch them unless they blunder over their own
mistakes.”

Perhaps the biggest hot-button issue right now is what the ASRM
euphemistically calls “inadvertent consanguinity”—that is, unwitting
incest. Currently, there is no law in the United States that restricts
the number of children born to one donor. ASRM guidelines are strictly
voluntary, with clinics left to police themselves. Even when clinics
follow all the guidelines, there are significant problems. Since
there’s no universal registry of donors, banks have to take a donor’s
word as to whether he or she donated previously. A popular donor could
easily “max out” at California Cryobank in Los Angeles and then make a
trip to the Fertility Center of California in Santa Ana. Sperm banks
are also often unaware of how many children are born to a donor since
they rely on parents to report back. According to an article in LA
Weekly, fewer than half do so, which means clinics likely undercount
the number of offspring born to a donor. One mother, upon discovering
that her son’s sperm donor had fathered at least twenty-one other
children in the area, suggested that her son ask any “serious”
girlfriends to take a DNA test.

The Business of Making Life
Perhaps the chief reason clinics have long resisted open-donor
programs is the fear that the number of men and women willing to
donate would decline, threatening the availability of donor
conception. If donors cannot be assured their anonymity, they argue,
soon there won’t be any donors left. In the United Kingdom, shortly
after the 2005 law banning anonymity went into effect, stories of a
“sperm shortage” abounded in the popular press.

The numbers offer little guidance on this question. Certainly, TSBC
has not had any trouble recruiting open donors: 75 percent of their
donors agree to be part of the identity-release program. The majority
of Weltman’s egg donors also agree to be identified. These programs
may not be anomalies either. In a study of open-donor programs in the
U.S., Scheib found that the ratio of open-identity to anonymous sperm
donors in a program increases the longer the program has existed.

But in those countries where anonymity has been outright banned, the
statistics paint a very different picture. A recent U.K. government
report found that the number of donor insemination treatments fell by
about 30 percent in 2006 despite a small increase in sperm donors.
Most of those new donors, the report found, were “directed donors,”
friends or relatives donating exclusively for one couple’s use.
Patients without such a donor are now facing wait times of up to two
years. The number of sperm donors in the Netherlands has likewise
dropped, with women traveling to neighboring Belgium (which still
allows anonymous donation) for fertilization. Sweden has seen its
donor numbers stabilize, but media reports still tell of women
traveling to Denmark to avoid long wait periods for a donor.

Scheib thinks that clinics may simply need time to learn how to
specifically recruit open donors. This might be as simple as extending
a clinic’s hours. In the U.K., one clinic noticed that the donor pool
had changed after the 2005 law took effect: There were now more middle-
aged men than college students donating. So the clinic responded by
extending its evening hours to better accommodate men coming in after
the business day. Educating donors, too, is key. Ruby attributes
TSBC’s longstanding success in attracting open donors to the clinic’s
strenuous screening and counseling process. “If you look at a lot of
sperm banks that offer open donors,” she says, “many of them have very
few donors that participate in their open program. I think that has to
do with how things are explained to people and how much education and
information they are providing to their donors.”

Weltman thinks that clinics are doing a disservice to their donors
when they encourage them to remain anonymous. “They don’t make any
effort to try to tell the donors of the reality of their own futures:
that they’re creating a family, that they’re creating children, that
even if they don’t want it, the children could conceivably find them.”
Indeed, Weltman claims many choose Circle Surrogacy because it’s “a
known agency,” and their first donation with an “anonymous agency” was
disappointing: “They didn’t know if the couple got pregnant or not,
they never saw a picture of the couple, they didn’t get to be part of
that selection process and see whether it was the kind of family to
which they’d like to be giving their eggs.”

But openness may not be right for every donor. It’s one thing to agree
when you’re in your twenties to be identified to an offspring, but
it’s another thing entirely to find that person at your door eighteen
years later. How will you explain to your future spouse and family
about these potential children? Will you even want them to meet? What
if you have not just one or two children, but ten, twenty, thirty
children, or more? As one open donor at TSBC explained to the BBC,
“The biggest surprise to me was the fact that I have a family, I have
a wife, I have a whole bunch of other people who are now in my life,
and a decision I made way back then is a decision they’re involved in
now.”

Scheib admits there is some truth to the “stereotype” of the college
student sperm donor, who is just looking to score some extra beer
money. Most would-be donors, she says, initially come to the clinic
with the attitude that “I’m going to come here one time, leave my
samples, get paid, and leave.” As a result, TSBC requires donors to
remain with the clinic for a year before their gametes are used—both
to make sure there are no health issues and that they understand
exactly what they’re getting into. Donors don’t sign an identity-
release contract until their sixth visit to the bank. With the
education and screening processes TSBC has implemented, Scheib is
confident most open donors will live up to their commitment to be
revealed: “If you ask a person and they make that decision,” she says,
“then they have that in the back of their mind, after they leave the
program and as they form relationships.”

But not all clinics are as scrupulous as TSBC, nor do they offer the
same education or support. TSBC is unusual in that it does not pay its
identity-release donors extra. (Open donors at some banks can make as
much as 20 percent more than anonymous donors.) “We want to make sure
the men who participate in the identity-release program are doing it
because they believe in the program,” Ruby explains. “We want to make
sure that we have the best outcomes for everyone in the long run.”
Northwest Andrology and Cryobank takes a different approach: On its
website is a picture of a $100 bill. Donors, the bank claims, can make
as much as $1,000 a month, and it further advises, “If you do wish to
provide your identification to clients, you may be eligible for even
higher donor fees.”

With such open donors out there, it might be better never to meet.
Weltman often tells clients that choosing an anonymous donor might
mean a traumatic experience later if the child ever finds the donor
and has the door “slammed in their face.” But this risk remains with
an open donor. Perhaps some will make room in their lives for their
biological offspring, but many will surely be uninterested in a
relationship—to the great disappointment of the children who so longed
to meet them. Which hurts more: never finding your donor, or finding
him or her and being rejected? Katrina Clark, the daughter of a single
mother and an anonymous sperm donor, was ecstatic when she found her
biological father, even more so when he agreed to contact. But as they
began sharing parts of their lives, he began to feel differently about
their relationship. He told her he was getting tired of “this whole
sperm-donor thing.” “He’s not comfortable with the situation,” Clark
explained. “I don’t know how to make him more comfortable.... I’m
trying to understand his perspective, but it’s very difficult to do
that. I’m not a donor.” That’s something that Eric Schwartzman,
thinking about the future of his own two DC children, worries about—a
rejection might feel like being “lost a second time.”

Our longing for children who share at least some of our genes—flesh of
our flesh—has led us to employ novel technologies that obliterate
traditional understandings of family and relatedness. We have taken
the mystery out of the creation of human life, but in so doing, we
have created new mysteries—painful secrets that can unravel lives. The
needs of the children born of these new techniques have long gone
unconsidered—by the parents-to-be, whose gifts of love cannot supplant
their children’s desire to know their biological origins and their
place in the world;
by the clinics, whose business model depended on
turning procreation into a faceless transaction; and by the donors,
who just walked away. That is now changing, as the open-donor approach
catches on. In a way that donor-conceived children never had before,
today’s donated generation will have answers—and the solace and new
puzzles those answers will bring.

Cheryl Miller is a 2007 Phillips Foundation Journalism Fellow and
editor of Doublethink magazine. She blogs on assisted reproductive
technologies at TheNewAtlantis.com/Conceptions.