I’ve shared various parts of my adoption story at Wednesday’s Walk; how I came to choose adoption, our finalization day and choosing the date, and the steps along the way. I haven’t written a post like this in a while, so today, I’d like to share the most precious story of our journey.
The day we met.
I was waiting for the phone call, the one that said my baby was ready for me.
At birth, my son had been placed with a wonderful foster mother who had taken great care of him for the first nine weeks of his life. I had already had the presentation, received photos, and waited on pins and needles while a judge decided my child’s fate.
I received the call from my Social Worker on November 19, saying that we were clear, and I could finally meet my baby. The plan was for me to go and visit with him the next day, on a Tuesday evening, and come back to pick him up and take him home the following day.
Monday night was filled with much preparation and anticipation. I washed bedding, set up the nursery, and bought an infant car seat and a few outfits, including a “Baby’s First Thanksgiving” outfit, since the holiday was just three days away. My purchases were still in my car when I went to visit the foster mom’s house the next day.
I barely slept that night, and just plowed through work the next day, as it was really NOT where I wanted to be. I even agonized over what to wear, because, you know, first impressions and all.
The thirty minute car ride to the foster mother’s house, I just kept telling myself to breathe. I was about to meet my child for the first time.
When I pulled up, I realized my Social Worker wasn’t there yet, and I was 20 minutes early. My heart was racing as I walked up the pathway to the front door and rang the bell.
A child answered, and went to get her mother, who came down the hall with an infant wrapped in a soft blue and white striped blanket. Tears filled my eyes as she placed the baby in my arms.
“Here’s your baby,” she said, smiling; and to my son, “Meet your Mama.”
I just held him and looked at him for the next 30 minutes until the Social Workers arrived. Like I mentioned, the plan was that this would be just a visit and I would come back and pick him up the next evening. The foster mom questioned the Social worker, “Why can’t she just take him home tonight.”
I don’t think I took a breath for the next minute while the Social Workers pondered her suggestion.
“I guess that would be ok.” That’s when my mind started racing. Could I really do this alone? “Do you have a car seat?”
I told the Social Worker I had purchased the car seat, but hadn’t even taken it out of the box yet. That had been on tonight’s agenda! They set it all up for me while I just got to hold my baby.
I signed the paperwork, gathered up his belongings, said goodbye to the Social Workers and hugged the foster mom. We were off to start our lives together.
I remember praying in my heart as I secured him in the car, asking God for guidance, and above all thanking him for the most precious gift of my life.