Narratively

Their journey starts in a country where gay marriage and surrogacy are illegal, and spans four years, two continents, and hundreds of thousands of dollars—all to get a kid of their own.

When I became a mom at 19, my depression spiraled out of control until I reached a delirious state. I was very much alive, but certain I'd been dead for years.

Stephanie was pregnant with her second child when she started having disturbing premonitions. Most people wrote off her feelings. And then things got strange.

As a single gay man, having a kid with my friend seemed like a great idea. But when our daughter arrived, I wondered whether planning to be a part-time dad was fair to her.

During my unplanned pregnancy, I reveled in my new body and the pleasures it brought, while hiding from the pain I knew would come when I gave my child away.

Doctors said I probably wouldn't live to see my child grow up, but I still wanted to be a mom.

The notorious case of Andrea Yates was the first time many people – including George Parnham – had ever heard of postpartum depression. Sixteen years later, he’s working to help other mothers get the help they so desperately need.

When my daughter was born I had no idea I’d go from ecstasy to thoughts of cracking her head open and throwing myself out of a moving car. This dark side of motherhood needs to come out of the shadows.