A Short Adoption Story

The night we found out our FET was unsuccessful I decided to look up adoption agencies.  We've previously discussed adoption but didn't think it would be near-term. But the day after we got the bad news (Friday), I had the feeling that I would only adopt if someone specifically asked me to. 

To my surprise, a few hours later I received an email on Facebook from a birth-mother about a little boy due in September.  I thought this was God's hand guiding this little boy to us.  

I spent hours researching and talking to people to get their insight on adoption (the process, their experience--both adopting and being adopted--costs, timing, etc.).  After several emails, phone calls and texts, we decided to meet up with the birth-mother in Dallas.  I thought everything was going pretty smoothly.  

Since there are multiple steps in completing an adoption, we went ahead and set up a home study for July, and our social worker and attorney were picked out too. We were getting the ball rolling on our end so we'd be all squared away.

I was so surprised and amazed at the turn of events and started to wonder if I should delay our next FET (the two babies due dates would only be 6 months apart).  We decided to press forward with both. A baby in hand is worth two in the belly? No, that's not it... but we thought it would be nice to have this set of "Irish Twins," even if atypical. After waiting so many years for kids, why not welcome both bundles of joy, even if close in proximity.

I knew I shouldn't get my hopes up, but it's hard not to when you really want something.  We only really knew about this September baby for a couple weeks, but I felt like it was meant to be (timing, serendipity, etc.).  

Of course, the best-laid plans rarely go as expected.  And things sometimes don't work out--and it seems like now things won't work out with this adoption, as the birth-mother has relocated to another state all of a sudden and seems to be interested in using another agency. 

Not sure her reasoning but it's her life and her decision. We would certainly have cherished the opportunity to welcome this baby into our family, but we can't force anything to happen.

It's getting harder to stay positive when all I really want to do is yell a swear word (or two or more!).  Though, maybe it would help me move on.  Ha ha.  I feel like my heart has had enough pain and sorrow to last the rest of the year.