So, November is National Adoption Month and I was asked to share our adoption story on my blog today. The hope is to bring attention to the children in the world that need a home and to the blessing of the ability to adopt.
Adopting never really occured to me. Well, that’s a lie. I guess, when I was growing up, I used to tell my grandma and mom that I wouldn’t give birth but would just adopt all my babies. I suppose I wanted to grow up and be Brad Pitt. But when I was old enough to really think of having children, adoption was never on the table.
The first time we ever talked about it was after our first failed IVF. I had 17 unsuccessful IUI’s behind that and I think Cristy was ready to throw it in the mix of ideas. Just as she thought, I threw it right out.
For a few different reasons, having a biological child meant something more to me. I not only wanted to feel it but I also wanted a full, legal status as a parent. Adopting felt uncertain to me. The legal document still felt like … paper.
But after our 2nd failed IVF, I jumped ship. I was told by my doctors that no doctor would ever try that on my body again – that I could go back to doing insems but that certainly hadn’t worked so well in the past. It was enough of a “no” to shift my thinking and once that happened, my whole world opened up. Just by being open to it, I knew – no matter what – I was about to be a mother.
We met with a couple of agencies throughout the process and were told that the average wait was about 9 months. Ironic, right? But it spoke true. From our 1st meeting with one agency, 2 babies missed, and our last agency that brought my baby to me, it was almost exactly 9 months.
Meeting Glory was one of the best moments of my life. No different, no more, no less of a miracle than meeting Gracie. She came through the door, straight from her birthmoms belly. One set of hands held her before me – just like before. It was more than enough proof that I couldn’t love her any more than if I had known her the 9 months prior. Because really, she had lived in my heart for many, many years.
The gift of Glory, from her birthmother, is the greatest gift I can imagine. Adoption has filled me in every way I had dreamed. After all the years of “trying” for her, all it took was She is ours and we are hers.