6 years ago today (the 29th) we brought our little boy home. After 10 years of marriage, 6 years of trying to conceive, and 4 failed adoptions, we finally were parents! It seems like only yesterday.
He was born on 01/02/03, 7lbs 14oz 22 inches long. The most beautiful coneheaded baby I ever saw. After being stuck in his birthmothers birth canal for 12 hours, he was born by C-Section. I was lucky enough to be in the operating room. I did not think I would be, but the BMs mom let me go instead of her. We did not know if the baby was boy or girl, but I was praying for a boy, since the statistics on BMs giving up girls vs boys is not good. (3 of our previous failed were girls). While I was elated, I was also very wary of becoming attached. Plus the fact I had only 3 hours of sleep in 48hours. (it was a 5 hour drive in January in WI-not good driving weather) We finally went to the hotel at about 1 am. We saw him again in the morning, then drove back home, to go back to work.
We drove up to visit him at the Foster Mothers home 3 times during the month of January. (This is the law in WI) Finally the social worker called with a court date, for the birth parents to give up their parental rights. So, on Jan 27th, I said goodby to all my co-workers, and went to go get him. My husband, myself and my Mother in law drove up in the worst weather possible. We decided that God was just testing us before the baby. My husband drove a semi truck for years, and he said it was some of the worst driving he had ever done. As soon as we got into town, we all had a very needed drink. Then it was off to a photographer, as the birth mothers mom wanted formal pictures of the baby. Weird, but we had no say. She could get the baby anytime, which she did. The foster mother would make sure he was not fed, and in need of a nap, just to let the BM know how much it takes to have a baby. (I loved her for this) We spent a few hours taking some awful pictures. But at least I have photos to show my son if he asks. We have an open adoption, but have really not stayed that close to the BM. Plus we live in IL now, and she is about 8 hours away.
The next morning, court was to start at 9am. Of course it was delayed. I was beside myself, but the foster mother somehow knew that it was going to go through. Finally at 1pm, the social worker called and said all paperwork was signed off, and he was ours! We had to wait for the birth mother and her family to come back to say their goodbyes. We actually got to see the birth father too, which was good, since he was not in the picture anymore.
When we finally got into the car to head home, I called my Dad. As soon as I told him we were headed home, he started crying (my Dad that is). I am tearing up just typing this, remembering. My sister, of course being the unfeeling gal that she is, just said, “Oh”. Later she apologized, blaming her daughter for acting up during the phone call.
We got home after 11pm, and the baby had slept the whole way home. I feared he would be up all night, but he slept great. To show you how I feared it would fall through, I never even bought diapers. I was lucky that my MIL had brought a small trial pack, or we would have been in trouble. So 2 days after quiting work, I was suddenly a stay at home mom. The only job I have ever really wanted.
Happy adoption day Buzz, I love you more than you will ever know!