As an adoptive mother, I know that one of the most exciting moment of my life was when we got “the call” as a waiting prospective adoptive family. Much of the conversation with our social worker is now a blur except I definitely know “holy sh$t” slipped out repeatedly from shock that it was actually happening. This was not a drill, it was happening and we had 18 hours before we had to be at the hospital. In a daze and flurry of excitement, my husband and I rushed around preparing for our early morning departure. It was about midnight that evening when another type of feeling emerged. It was a heavy weight when the chaos in my mind began to settle. The reality was in that exact moment at a hospital in another state, a women rested after labor with her newborn in her arms as she contemplated the biggest decision of her life. It was a deep reminder that there are two very different experience to this journey. A reminder that changed my mindset and served me well over the next few days and honestly would for years to come.
Our journeys may have begun with a similar level of devastation. Ours was when we discovered our diagnosis of infertility. Her devastation, we later found out, hit when she saw the two lines appear on the pregnancy test when she was already 4 months along. After we both asked ourselves “what now?” our experiences which eventually brought us together would take two very different paths.
As we began explore our options and settling on adoption, our excitement began to grow. For us, beginning the adoption process the real question about becoming parents was now a “when” and no longer an “if”. Don’t get me wrong, the process was intense. The paperwork was pretty daunting at times. Then you add on the education classes, creating a profile, meeting with social workers, having a homestudy and eventually filling out a profile key…it was beyond overwhelming. But truth be told, we were seeing a light at the end of our tunnel. We know we would soon be in the books and awaiting “the call.”
One state away, the was an expecting mother was making appointments at her local clinic, buying baggy clothes so she wouldn’t have to tell her family her secret, and talking with her close friend who faced a pregnancy scare a while back. One day, she built up the courage to call Adoptions From The Heart and while she made it clear to the counselor she was just gathering information, she couldn’t help but realize in the deepest place in her heart that adoption was the path she would choose. When it came out to her family that she was not only pregnant but considering adoption, the opposition began to pile on. “You made your bed lay in it!” “I will not have my first grandchild given away.” “If you choose adoption, you will have to leave our house.” And even though her friend was being supportive in many ways, when she said “I could never do that, I’d love my baby too much” it became clear that if she decided on adoption, she would not have much support.
As we progressed through the process on our end charging to get “into the books” as fast as we could, we felt like the light at the end of the tunnel was getting closer. But for the woman who we would later know as our child’s mother, each step she took forward in the process had very different emotions. Even though she was sure about adoption, it was overwhelming and she felt as though a countdown had begun. Only two months left for her to feel her little one in her belly. Only one more childbirth class. Only 2 days in the hospital with her little one before saying goodbye. Even though she was sure of her decision, it felt overwhelming. As we began to prepare for one of the most joyous events in our life, she braced herself for one of her hardest.