In the span of less than 48 hours, we became a family of four. I still can’t believe it. Several people have asked what happened, so here’s the full story.
Earlier in September, we were at our adoption agency’s annual picnic. We said hello to our social worker and she mentioned that she’d be calling us soon to talk about some paperwork that needed to be updated.
Monday. About 10 days later, she called our house at 6pm. We thought it was to talk about paperwork, so we didn’t even get excited that it could be about something else. When I answered, she asked if Mark was home and to put him on the phone, too. I knew immediately this was not a call about paperwork.
She told us about a situation in which the mother (“B”) gave birth, brought the baby home, and then decided about 10 days later to make an adoption plan. This woman was interested in looking at our profile as well as a few other profiles. Our social worker explained some potential legal issues with the birth father (who was refusing to sign papers) and asked if we were interested. We talked it over and said yes.
Tuesday. The next day I could barely focus at work; I knew B was meeting with the agency to look at profiles, but I wasn’t sure what time. And just because she was viewing profiles didn’t mean she was going to choose a family that day (or at all). I was trying to be realistic without getting ahead of myself.
At 3:45 as I was packing up my desk to leave and go to a doctor’s appointment, my cell phone rang. It was our social worker and she asked if I had a few minutes to talk. I immediately ran into a conference room and she told me B met with the birth parent counselor. She provided more details about the birth father situation and then she said, “and B picked you and Mark to parent the baby. She already signed her papers. When would you like to pick up your daughter?”
And just like that we went from a family of three to a family of four.
Wednesday. We talked to the social worker and agreed to meet at the adoption agency that afternoon to meet our daughter and bring her home. We packed a diaper bag, picked up M from daycare, and headed to the city.
Meeting her was surreal. The social worker walked in and immediately brought her to Maya. She introduced her to her baby sister and let her hold her first. Then, Mark picked her up and snuggled her for a little bit. Finally (!) I was able to hold her. We spent about an hour at the agency, talking to them and taking pictures of all of them with the baby and marveling at how everything worked out and came together.
Life has been chaotic and exhausting these past few weeks, but we are loving it. Thanks for all the support and love on this journey!