Its a boy! He’s here! We’re home!
Want the story?
Of course you do, that’s why you are reading.
So, in your best Froiline(sp?) Maria voice, “Lets start at the very beginning.”
On Friday, July 6 we got a phone call from our adoption agency that there was a situation with an agency down in Texas. A little boy was born May 2. The birthmom had already signed her papers, and with this particular situation they decided to wait until after the birth father’s time frame for claiming parental rights had passed. We were informed that if the birth father did not come forward by Monday the Texas agency would be choosing us as a match for this situation. (The birth mom decided to not choose a family, so the agency picked one for the child.)
We spent the weekend with some dear friends at their cabin, hanging out. It was the perfect way to pass the weekend. We kept wondering what Monday would bring, and hanging out at the lake with 6 kids kept us busy enough to not dwell on the “what ifs” and wonderings that kept running through my mind!
The weekend passed with no news either way. By Sunday night we decided that we needed to buy a minivan. We’d been putting off that decision for a looooong time, assuming we’d probably end up with a situation where we had a few weeks notice before a baby was born. All of a sudden we were faced with the possibility that we might get news TOMORROW that we had a TWO MONTH OLD SON.
Mid day Monday (last week) we found out that we had the go-ahead to travel to Texas. This was a done deal, and we had a little boy that we needed to come pick up! Aaron spent the entire late afternoon and evening purchasing a minivan. We signed some papers, and started packing and planning.
Wednesday and Thursday were VERY LONG days in the van.
Tuesday night we slept in Oklahoma City, which was a nice break. 16 month old children do not do well being strapped into a carseat for long amounts of time. I felt bad for Adlee. But by mid afternoon on Thursday we had arrived to our destination. We settled into the hotel, I called the agency to let them know we were there. You can imagine my surprise when I heard on the other end, “Are you settled enough to meet me in an hour? We can do placement today!”
So off we went. I can’t really explain to you what it is like to be sitting in a room signing papers, waiting for your child’s foster mother to bring your son to you. Its just…surreal. I’m not an emotional person, so I didn’t feel like crying or freaking out or anything. It almost felt fake. It was very similar to waiting to meet Matea. Kind of like it wasn’t a real thing.
Then, all of a sudden, he was here. They took Matea out and had her come “help” bring in her new brother. And just like that, we became a family of 5. Here is our first family picture. Keep in mind, we had all spent two whole days driving. I did not do my hair or make up. Oops.
I think there is probably more to say about this story, but right now my brain is shutting off. :-) Plus, I think this post is probably long enough! Feel free to ask any questions in the comments and I’ll try to answer them in my next post or just directly to you.