Over these past 8 months, we have been filling out paperwork, attending classes, filling out more paperwork, participating in interviews, finishing up our home study, talking to a birthmother…YOU HEARD ME J Wow, do I have a ton to tell you!!!
March has been a busy month! I applied for an administrator position in the school district that I work in. I turned in my application on March 2nd, sat in on my first interview March 6th, and experienced a second interview on March 7th. The finalists knew that the administrators wanted to present their choice to the board on March 13th. I came home very frustrated on March 9th knowing that they would wait to state their choice on March 12th. As I was pulling up to our house, a woman was running to our front door. Danny answered the door at the same time as I got out of the car. She was our neighbor from down the street. She stood there with a piece of paper in her hand saying “You need to call my friend. Her daughter needs a family for her baby. You need to call my friend.” We took her advice. We called her friend.
Her friend, who we will refer to as the birth grandmother, took a couple minutes from her busy evening to explain that her daughter was about 7 months pregnant and she wanted to know if we were interested in becoming the family for her daughters child. I told her that we would love to find out if we could be a good fit for her grandchild. She told me that she would call me the following day to talk more.
The birth grandmother called me the next day and we talked for over an hour. She helped me understand why her daughter needed to find a home for her child and I got the opportunity to talk to the birth grandmother about us. At the end of our conversation, she asked me to call her daughter and let her know that we were interested in providing a home for her child.
I had my first conversation with her daughter, who we will refer to as our birthmother, that next day. That was one of the hardest conversations I have ever had. I still don’t remember everything I said. I remember explaining to her that her mom had contacted us because she knew that we were in the adoption process. I remember explaining to her why we were adopting. I remember her repeatedly saying “I just want my baby to have a family that will love them.” Within that conversation, I also learned that she needed financial assistance. I told her that we could provide her help but we needed to find out the legalities surrounding this situation. I asked her if she would be open to talking with someone from our agency. She said that our agency could call her.
Within a week, our birthmother agreed to work with our agency. A week and a half after our first conversation, she came into town to sign the paperwork with Sunny Ridge and that evening, I got to go to dinner with her. The days leading up to her arrival, I was a complete wreck. I continually thought I was going to blow this opportunity. I was so scared that she wouldn’t like who I was or thought I wouldn’t be a good mom to her child. Danny tried to reassure me but his efforts couldn’t compete with the constant voice in my head.
I was amazed at how much we talked at dinner and how easy she was to talk to. This woman was so easy going, funny, and open. At the end of our evening, our birthmother stated that she would like to meet Danny and Graham so we decided to go to dinner the following evening.
After surveying friends, we decided to go to El Cortez. We arrived a couple minutes early and decided to wait for the birth family before being seated. As we waited by the door, Graham saw a man walk in. Graham asked me what this man’s name was and I told him I didn't know but we could find out. We started small talk with the gentleman and I told him that my son wanted to know his name. The man leaned forward and asked Graham if he wanted to know his name. My son, being shy, quickly hid behind me. The gentlemen laughed and stated that his youngest was the same way. To continue our conversation, I asked how old his youngest was. He stated she was 12. Our mouths dropped open. This man looked no older than 25. I asked how old his oldest was and he told us 14. I apologized for my bluntness but I needed to know his age. He shared with us that he was 42. We both started to ask for advice J and he laughed at us. This man then asked if Graham was our only child. We told him that Graham was our only blessing but that we were currently in the adoption process and had recently been approached by a birthmother. He was thrilled for us! He shared with us that this brother had just completed their pending adoption months earlier and told us of the joy those children had brought to his family. As his woman walked in, he wished us the best of luck and entered into the restaurant. Moments later, our birthmother, her mom and step-father had walked in. We took the opportunity to introduce ourselves and were seated.
We ordered our meals and engaged in great conversation. About an hour and a half into our meal, our waitress came over to our table extremely excited. She said “He left so I can finally tell you.” We asked her what she was talking about…who had left? She said “There was a gentleman, that was sitting over there, that had picked up our meal.” Our mouths dropped open. We asked if she was kidding and she said no. She explained that he was a regular and he wanted to pay for our meal. Tears came to my eyes. We were completely speechless at this kind gesture of a stranger.
The next day, I got the opportunity to drive our birthmother to the train station. We took that chance to talk about more personal topics like whether her kids knew about the pregnancy/pending adoption, if she had a name for the baby, the day she goes into labor, where she wanted to baby to live while the 72 hours waiting period was active, what the birth father was like, her level of openness after placement, etc. My heart melted for this woman. She is a woman that loves her children. She understands the privilege of parenthood and wishes she was in a better situation to keep this child (and the last child, whom she had placed for adoption last May). She continued to tell me that she knew she could not provide for this baby. She didn’t have the time, energy, or money with having four kids at home. I completely understand that she loves this baby as much as her other children but understands the limitations she has. I couldn’t have had more respect for this woman.
Two and a half weeks later, our birthmother attended her first doctor’s appointment to get all of the routine tests run. The doctor set her first ultrasound the following day so that they could determine her due date. Danny took the opportunity to talk to our birthmother the morning of her ultrasound to ask how she was doing physically, mentally, and emotionally. At the end of the conversation, Danny asked if she was going to find out the gender of the baby and she said she would.
I came home from work around 4:30 in the afternoon. I could tell that Danny was as overwhelmed as I was feeling. It was at this time he told me about their conversation that morning and shared with me that she would text us after she got out of her appointment. A couple minutes before 5 p.m., the birth grandmother called me. She told me that her daughter was finishing up her appointment but that she had news for us. She said “I don’t know what you wanted so I hope I don’t disappoint you but she is having a girl.” I was so ecstatic I could barely talk. I told her that “all we wanted was for her daughter and the baby to be healthy.” She confirmed that both of them where healthy and I told her that was all that mattered. I shared with her that I was so excited at the opportunity to be a mother to her grandchild.
When I got off the phone, I could barely think straight. I sat down at the dinner table with Danny and Graham and just smiled. Danny asked me if they were both okay. I told him they were. He then asked if she had found out the gender. I told him yes. He looked like he was going to jump out of his skin J He yelled with enthusiasm “Tell me already!” I took a second to contain my excitement and responded with “God blessed me years ago with a momma’s boy and now He is blessing you with a daddy’s girl.” He was stunned. He continued to eat dinner and repeated to himself “I can't believe it, we are going to have a daughter.”
We decided that it was time to let Graham know what was going on. Graham has always talked about having brothers and sisters but he was always referring to his friends or cousins when using those labels.
We started talking to Graham about the adoption process when we started our adoption classes in September. We would always start our conversations by reminding Graham that he was very special because he had come from mommy’s belly and God had picked him out just for us. We then would explain to him that his brother or sister would not be coming from mommy’s belly like Trent and Evan came from Aunt Sara’s belly or Preslee and Kingston from Aunt Brooke’s. We told Graham that God had special plans to pick out a brother or sister for him and that God was going to allow this baby to grow in other woman’s belly. Since we started those talks with Graham in September, he has stopped us many times in public to ask about a pregnant woman nearby to find out if “my brother or sister is in her belly?” We continued to tell him that “God would lead us to his brother or sister but for now, we just had to be patient.” Today was the day we finally had the confidence to tell Graham that God had shown us.
We sat down with Graham and asked him if he wanted to know if he was getting a brother or a sister. He said he wanted to know. He was excited but very quickly overwhelmed. We gave him an opportunity to process what we just told him and then he was ready to tell everyone about his sister.
With our birth family being a couple hours away, we wanted to plan a trip out to meet them. I contacted my best friend from college to see if she would be willing to help us figure things out around her home town. She offered something bigger. Her and her family wanted to provide for us a place to live for the two nights we were going to be in town. This made this trip even more special to me. Janelle was the first person ever to show me what it was like to have a true friendship. I was so excited that I was going to get the opportunity to spend some time with her during this incredible journey.
We decided to travel out to the Quad Cities on Easter weekend to visit our birthmother, birthfather, and their kids. We arrived at James and Janelle’s home late on Thursday night. They had our room already set up for us to come in and collapse. Danny and Graham got ready for bed and I took that time to catch up with my friend and talk with her husband.
The next morning, Danny and I were so nervous to hang out with the whole birth family that we stalled on getting the day started. Janelle had to practically kick us out of her house. It only took us 10 minutes to get to our birth family's house from Janelle's house. Within minutes, they made us feel at home. Graham had a blast playing with their kids, I got the chance to hang out with our birthmother some more, and Danny got the opportunity to hang with the birthfather. During this visit, the birthmother pulled me to the side to show me the ultrasound pictures from the appointment she had several days earlier. My eyes instantly filled with tears.
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| Top picture: Hand and arm Middle picture: Upper and lower leg Bottom picture: Four heart chambers |
I walked over to Danny to share these breathtaking pictures of our daughter. He was as surprised as I was. At this time, I walked over to the birthfather. I remember saying “I hope you don’t think I am weird but can I give you a hug?” He allowed me to hug him and I whispered to him “You two are a Godsend. Thank you so much.”
We see God's presence throughout this whole experience:
- We met our birth grandmother back in September at our Adoption Benefit Garage Sale.
- The gentleman that paid for our first meal with our birth family was the man waiting with us at the front of the restaurant moments before they arrived.
- I did not receive the administration position. Every time I prayed during that interview process, I asked God to prepare me for my next step. He was…it had nothing to do with my job J
- We started this process on August 2, 2011. Our birthmothers due date is May 15, 2012. Our birthmothers due date is 9 ½ months after we started the adoption process.
We spent 9 hours together over two days with our birth family. On our drive home, Danny and I felt as confident as people can in this process to be able to share this information with our friends and family. Please understand that this is not a guarantee. Our birthparents could change their mind. They could choose to keep their baby or find another family. We have just realized that we need to enjoy this process and give our fear to God.
We would like to ask for prayer during this stressful time. We ask for prayers of strength and patience for our family. We ask for prayers of peace and confidence for our birth family. And most of all, for God’s will to be done here, not ours.



