The Adoption That Almost Wasn’t
Last week, the day we had been hoping and praying for was almost there. The long wait was over.
Four years prior, we received a phone call from a caseworker that our sons’ baby sister had been born. We had known their biological mother was pregnant since December, but hadn’t heard anything out of her for 6 months. We knew that she was not in a good place and figured that she would leave the state to have the baby or had a miscarriage since it was a month past when the baby was due to be born. So, we were surprised when the call came in.
We had a few days before we were allowed to pick her up, which was good as my husband was recovering from heart valve replacement surgery.
When we picked up our baby girl from the hospital, she had a full head of dark brown hair, beautiful brown eyes, and pouty lips. She was perfect and a replica of her older brother. We were instantly in love.
While her brothers are our determination and persistence, she has been our joy. She brought light and happiness into our hearts. Through her, we opened our hearts even wider to her brothers and risked the possibility of having the ultimate heartbreak.
This all makes it sound like we would not let anything stand in the way of her adoption.
Except for the damn alarm clock.
I was supposed to be up by 5:30 or 6 a.m. at the latest. I didn’t wake up until 8:00 a.m. Court was scheduled to start at 9:00 a.m. over an hour and a half away.
In the middle of texting her caseworker and calling our attorney, everyone made a mad dash to get dressed and out the door. We were on the road in less than 15 minutes with the fear that we would have to wait another month for her adoption hearing and the embarrassment that we weren’t responsible enough to get up for one of the most important days of our lives.
Luckily, I’m not a doom and gloom kinda girl. My husband spent most of the trip mumbling about how ridiculous it was that we were late and I spent the time being happy that we avoided the drama of getting her dressed and reduced an hour of our wait time to get into the court room.
They didn’t turn us away. We still had to wait an hour before our turn. The adoption is complete.
1472 days in our hearts. A request for a re-trial. A termination appeal denied. One missed alarm. Countless miles to meetings and appointments.
Every second worth it!
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