At Christmas we told our families our plans to adopt.
May 14th was our final home study appointment and by Monday, May 21st, we were officially
We were told it would be 9-18 months, but since we were open to a child of color, it could be by the end of the year. Wow--the thought of having a new baby by Christmas just thrilled us! We made all our summer plans and paid for trips and were just glad to have all the paperwork done.
Do you have your seat yet? The sun is almost down and soon it will be dark. Are you ready for fireworks?
Four weeks passed and it was Monday, June 25th when I got the call. JUST.FOUR.WEEKS. Not 18 months. Not 9 months. It's six months before Christmas still, and we got the call.
We had just gotten back from camping and Emily had learned to ride her bike without training wheels.
I called Jeremy and told him everything that I had just scribbled on the back of my grocery list and that night we talked and prayed and talked and cried and prayed.
Caucasian? She’s already born? She’s premature—11 weeks premature and could potentially have many problems? This is not what we expected. What happened to the process of meeting a birthmother 8 months pregnant and getting the call when she goes into labor and waiting an excruciating 48 hours after the baby is born before she can sign the relinquishment?
We finally got to a point that we had been before in this process.
It is not in our hands
if this is our little girl, then God will make it so.