It's funny, the coincidences that occur in life. I had just finished and published my last blog on Jeff's and my adoption journey and wouldn't you know.....
Of course, being who I am, I didn't recognize the number and didn't answer it. So when I checked the voicemail and realized that is was our social worker.
The moment Jeff and I had been waiting for was here! HERE!
So what did I do!?
I tried to call Jeff. Jeff was at work and I wanted to be sure that we would be on the same page. Only thing was.....He. Didn't. Answer. I must have called three or four times! So, without talking with Jeff, I called our social worker back. She, too, didn't answer! What was going on!?
Finally, our social worker called me back. Turns out she was talking to Jeff, so now it was time to fill me in. A baby had been born the day before, prematurely at 28 weeks. Possible meth exposure, with many unknowns. Jeff had said we would love to have a shot at this baby. Our social worker would tell us more the next day.
We were a choice for a baby!!
I, of course, was ecstatic! I was pacing, talking really fast, trying take this information it. We could possibly be parents! Jeff, as always, was far more grounded and practical. Don't get our hopes up too high. We are parents, yet.
But who wouldn't choose us?!!?
This is when the research began. Anyone that knows me, knows that when I don't understand or know something well, I have to do research. I wanted to know all I could about babies born at 28 weeks, babies born premature and with possible meth exposure. Nevermind that Jeff and I have taken classes on the different types of drugs and exposure and the lasting effects of those on babies and kids. But no matter! I had to know more! I had to gather as much information as I could. I even talked to other adoptive parents who have gone through the process and even adopted a premature, possibly exposed child!
Well, that and anything to not think about what may or may not be coming the next day.
Thursday came. Not only my last day of summer school, but possibly the day that could change our lives. I had my cell next to me, checking it constantly, simply waiting on pins and needles.
School over. Off to the dentist. Then I saw it: an email. Emails can be good, right?
Not in this case. We were not chosen.
Before I could lose it, I called Jeff to give him the news. He was speechless. I was sad, but you know what? This baby wasn't' our child. He wasn't the child that's destined to be a part of our family. Our baby was coming. He or she is out there and on his or her way. And that is okay and how it should be. Our baby is coming.
This journey is exciting, and heart wrenching, and certainly life changing.
All this before we have a child! We can't wait for what the future holds!
The phone rang!! The. Phone. Rang!
Of course, being who I am, I didn't recognize the number and didn't answer it. So when I checked the voicemail and realized that is was our social worker.
I FREAKED OUT!
She called to say that "there is a situation" and to call her back "immediately".
So what did I do!?
I tried to call Jeff. Jeff was at work and I wanted to be sure that we would be on the same page. Only thing was.....He. Didn't. Answer. I must have called three or four times! So, without talking with Jeff, I called our social worker back. She, too, didn't answer! What was going on!?
Finally, our social worker called me back. Turns out she was talking to Jeff, so now it was time to fill me in. A baby had been born the day before, prematurely at 28 weeks. Possible meth exposure, with many unknowns. Jeff had said we would love to have a shot at this baby. Our social worker would tell us more the next day.
We were a choice for a baby!!
I, of course, was ecstatic! I was pacing, talking really fast, trying take this information it. We could possibly be parents! Jeff, as always, was far more grounded and practical. Don't get our hopes up too high. We are parents, yet.
But who wouldn't choose us?!!?
This is when the research began. Anyone that knows me, knows that when I don't understand or know something well, I have to do research. I wanted to know all I could about babies born at 28 weeks, babies born premature and with possible meth exposure. Nevermind that Jeff and I have taken classes on the different types of drugs and exposure and the lasting effects of those on babies and kids. But no matter! I had to know more! I had to gather as much information as I could. I even talked to other adoptive parents who have gone through the process and even adopted a premature, possibly exposed child!
Well, that and anything to not think about what may or may not be coming the next day.
Thursday came. Not only my last day of summer school, but possibly the day that could change our lives. I had my cell next to me, checking it constantly, simply waiting on pins and needles.
School over. Off to the dentist. Then I saw it: an email. Emails can be good, right?
Not in this case. We were not chosen.
Before I could lose it, I called Jeff to give him the news. He was speechless. I was sad, but you know what? This baby wasn't' our child. He wasn't the child that's destined to be a part of our family. Our baby was coming. He or she is out there and on his or her way. And that is okay and how it should be. Our baby is coming. This journey is exciting, and heart wrenching, and certainly life changing.
All this before we have a child! We can't wait for what the future holds!
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