At the start of 2014, if someone had told me that I would meet my future wife and, a few years later, have triplets with her, I probably would have laughed in disbelief. Originally from Ohio, I had always dreamed of a life bigger than the small town I grew up in. That’s why I made the bold decision to leave my career as a Radiology Technologist at a children’s hospital and become a travel technologist. My goal was simple: explore new cities and maybe, just maybe, find a place to truly call home. Little did I know, this journey would lead me to so much more than a city—it would lead me to love.
Almost two years into my traveling life, in mid-January 2014, I stepped off a plane in Palm Springs, California. The weather was perfect, the sun was shining, and there was an energy about the place that felt different. A few weeks later, I met Jay, Sabrina’s high school best friend, and we quickly became great friends. Nearly six months after that, with just under two weeks left on my contract, Jay casually mentioned that Sabrina wanted to meet me. None of us knew at the time that this was actually a setup—something we only discovered on our wedding day in November 2017.
The night I met Sabrina, there was an undeniable spark, but it wasn’t until our next meeting that I realized the depth of my feelings. We went out for a night of dancing, laughter, and good food. I was anxious, worried she might not show, but she did. The night flowed with easy conversation, playful flirting, and finally, as Beyoncé played in the background, Sabrina leaned in, grabbed my face, and kissed me—the sweetest, most unforgettable first kiss.
With only eleven days left in California, we spent every spare moment together. We talked about our future—marriage, children—even though we weren’t officially dating yet. Neither of us knew what would come next. I was heading back to Ohio for a couple of weeks before a four-month stint in Atlanta, Georgia. Back in Ohio, I reflected on Sabrina and realized how rare and special she was. My mom, sensing my hesitation, reminded me not to let fear keep me from love. I reached out to the hospital I had declined a full-time position with, and thankfully, they kept the offer open for me.
Sabrina came to visit me in Atlanta, and together we explored Savannah, falling in love with the city—and each other. That was when we officially became a couple. Later, I visited her in California for a long weekend, and after those two trips, I knew I couldn’t imagine life without her. I arranged to end my Atlanta contract six weeks early, and with Jay’s help, we drove 36 hours straight back to California. By July 2016, in Savannah, I proposed. Our wedding followed in November 2017, back in Savannah, a place forever special to us. Today, we look forward to sharing that city with our toddler triplets, so they can see where their Mama Sabrina and Mommy Court first fell in love.
In January 2018, we began our journey to parenthood. Sabrina always dreamed of pregnancy, while I always wanted to be a parent without carrying a child myself. The decision of who would carry our babies was simple. Sabrina began testing and opted for intrauterine insemination (IUI) using her natural cycle. Choosing a donor was another challenge—we wanted someone who resembled me so our family would reflect a blended heritage. Looking at our toddler triplets today, we couldn’t have picked a better match: Noah and Julian favor me, while Penelope is a mini-Sabrina.
Our journey wasn’t easy. The first IUI attempt failed. During our second attempt, we finally got the positive pregnancy test we had been dreaming of—only to face heartbreak weeks later when Sabrina experienced bleeding and pain. The pregnancy had ended in miscarriage. We grieved, took time to heal, and then slowly returned to trying. Several IUIs followed, each with its own heartbreak: four failed attempts, then three more, with discouragement creeping in. But we didn’t give up. On Mother’s Day 2019, after our 7th IUI attempt, we finally got the news we had longed for: Sabrina was pregnant.
This pregnancy was high-risk, especially after our previous miscarriage. At seven weeks, Sabrina experienced bleeding again, bringing back old fears. But a new doctor brought reassurance with his energy and optimism. During the ultrasound, we saw our first sac—then a second—and finally, a third. Triplets. We cried tears of joy, knowing our lives were about to change forever. Every early concern about our symptoms turned out okay, but we knew the road ahead would be challenging. We met frequently with both our OB-GYN and a maternal fetal specialist, navigating a pregnancy full of hope and caution.
At 34 weeks and three days, we received the call: it was time. Arriving at the hospital around 10 p.m., we prayed the babies would wait until morning for their scheduled C-section. By 6 a.m., family gathered, excited and anxious. Each baby had a dedicated medical team in the OR. First came Baby Boy A, Noah, followed closely by Baby Girl C, Penelope, and finally Baby Boy B, Julian. Each weighed around four pounds. NICU teams worked tirelessly while Sabrina recovered, and I visited each tiny miracle, overwhelmed with love.
Our babies grew stronger by the day: Noah, initially 4 pounds 13 ounces, is now over 25 pounds; Penelope, 4 pounds 7 ounces, also over 25 pounds; and Julian, 4 pounds 5 ounces, now over 25 pounds. They were hitting milestones beautifully, bringing joy and chaos in equal measure. Being a non-bio parent meant navigating legal steps for adoption. After a year of navigating California family court and delays from COVID-19, I officially adopted our triplets, ensuring equal parental protection.
We want anyone considering fertility treatment to know: it’s possible, and you are not alone. The journey can be long, emotional, and full of uncertainty, but with love, persistence, and support, families are built. Our story is proof that patience, faith, and courage can bring the life you dream of—even when it seems impossible.
