It is a tale often told: the story of two New York City parents, both juggling the demands of a busy career and a growing family of two young sons. Tristan, the elder son, who at first didn’t want a little brother, but now can make Noah, the little one, laugh and laugh and laugh. Both sons were conceived on the very same day, just three years apart. Both sons were taken home, to a renovated NYC apartment, two days after birth. Both sons entered a loving household, one where both parents dreamed and hoped and ultimately, carefully planned, for children.
Georges and David know they’re lucky, maybe even luckier than most. After locking eyes across a bar on the practically hallowed grounds of Fire Island in 2006, the coincidentally-can-both-speak-French pair married in Montréal in 2007, and in 2009, had Tristan via gestational surrogacy. Georges, an obstetrician, slipped into a pair of scrubs and “caught”—how he charmingly refers to delivering babies—Tristan himself. Noah followed, also via gestational surrogacy, three years later, rounding out their household of boys.
And so their tale is one often told, but perhaps not one told often enough in the LGBT community. As Georges put it, for gay couples, children are never unplanned, never an accident, never a surprise. The hurdles involved, whether for surrogacy or adoption, are numerous and difficult to traverse, but it just proves that when there’s love, persistence, and trust, a family can still come together, hurdles be damned.