Our adoption journey has taken an interesting twist, and I’m going to tell this story without disclosing identifying details about the parties involved. So bear with me here…
Two days ago I was contacted via Facebook by a friend who lives out of state. (If you want to widen your birth mother pool, make it public that you are looking to adopt. You never know who will remember seeing that when they hear of something and come back to you.) Continue reading
Today is my son’s second birthday. Last night, my husband Jeff and I were discussing exactly what time Levi will turn two (i.e., what time he was born).
Ironically enough, my phone died last week, and I am currently using an old one until I figure out getting a new one. This old one happens to have the text exchanges I’d been having with Levi’s birth mom leading up to and shortly after his birth.
Our birth mother had a false alarm the day before her baby was born. We were effectively on call though, as her due date was 9/20/15. We went to bed that Friday night of 9/18, and for whatever reason, I awoke in the wee hours of the night (which I almost never do). I thought that while I was awake, I should check my phone. I saw two texts that had come in a few hours earlier that read, “At the hospital” and “Water just broke.” Continue reading
Today is my 44th birthday.
Sometimes I ask myself what in the world I am thinking adopting babies at my age. I will be in my early 60s when this next child graduates from high school.
This isn’t how I planned things. When I was still single at age 35, I pretty much resigned myself to the fact that I would never have children. The health risks increase for mom and baby once mom reaches age 35. There wasn’t even a man on the radar, so I just assumed it wasn’t meant to be. Continue reading
I made a phone call today.
I made the same call two and a half years ago when, after attending a seminar put on by the agency we would go with, my husband Jeff and I decided to move forward with adopting our first child.
We are ready to do it again.
Like many adoptive parents, we went the adoption route after years of infertility struggles. We could get pregnant; my body just wouldn’t sustain the pregnancies. I had two miscarriages (and would later have a third), during the first of which I found out I had a uterine anomaly. We started working with a fertility doctor in early 2014, and I had surgery that spring to correct the issue with my uterus. About seven months and three unsuccessful IUIs later, my husband and I were faced with the question, where do we go from here? Continue reading