Hi Dear Friends,
I know I said I would keep in touch, and I plan to... however life just got a WHOLE LOT BETTER! In our last few posts we talked about our recent heartbreak. Today we talk about how our lives were recently changed forever!
As you all know sometime in May we lost our first baby adoption. We experienced an adoption miscarriage, which is basically a match gone wrong. That broke our hearts and shook our spirits. S always remained hopeful, but I was so hurt that I stopped going to baby stores and looking at my dream items online. I focused on my everyday life because I was SURE that we were not going to be matched for at least 18 months... I wanted a baby NOW... not 18 months from now. I knew that first baby was not for us, but I wanted my baby to join our family already!!!
Then... on Tuesday June 5th, 2012 I went to work as usual... I was in my tuesday meeting when my phone rang. It was the adoption agency. I figured they were calling to check up on us. Either way I could not answer because I could not leave my meeting. But then... THEY CALLED S!!! He didn't answer either. He never ever answers his phone. The agency people were persistent (THANK GOD!) and they called S's office. Sure enough... they had a match for us!!!
Meg, the social worker that spoke to S told him that she had good news for him. And oh, boy, did she have good news! Not only had a birth mother picked us but the BABY WAS BORN!!! No waiting period. No anxiety! Nothing!
(I'm not going to go into details about any of that because that is the baby's story not mine. If you are interested in adoption and really honestly want to know how it works send me an email and I'll be glad to share what we feel comfortable with.)
The baby was OURS!!! So of course we wanted to meet him. Our sweet boy was born on May 25, 2012. We met him and became a family on June 6, 2012 when he was just 12 days old. He had been patiently waiting for us for 12 days! He never lost hope, he knew we were coming!
That beautiful Wednesday morning of June 6, 2012 we met our Son. He was bundled and perfect. He was a tiny 4 lbs 4 ounces but FULL of love. He was healthy and strong. He had been fighting for 12 days waiting for his mommy and daddy to come pick him up and that day he greeted us with a smile. (It could have been gas, but it could have been a smile!). The moment we laid eyes on him we fell in love. There was absolutely NO GOING BACK. We were a family of THREE!
That night we went back to the hospital and hung out with the little man some more. He was in the hospital for a MINOR reason... but his stay was long(ish) so I will blog about that experience after.
Wednesday night we got to give our son a bath. We bonded and fed him and put him to sleep. We were so smitten. That night we couldn't sleep. The following day was going to be the most important day of our lives.
On thursday June 7, 2012 we signed all the legal paper work to become L's parents! It was THE BEST legal paperwork we've ever had to sign. We left the agency feeling so good and so ready. We were now responsible for a human being! Our SON. We have a SON.
We've been home for some time now. We've gotten to know each other and we all fit like pieces to a puzzle. He is the perfect addition to our family. He is mellow and sweet and smart. He even looks like S which is just the sweetest thing.
We have been busy getting everything L needs! We had no idea he was coming this fast so we've had to hustle... and let me tell you its been the fastest funnest shopping experience of our lives. We have the essentials but we have everything HE needs.
You guys I can't tell you enough how happy I am. I cry every time I look at his face, hands, feet. His tummy is like a magnet for kisses and I get happy when I see poop in his diaper. The highlight of my day is making sure I get all the boogies out of his nose so that he can breathe better at night.
All the things I thought I would care about... the fancy stroller, the cute clothes, the amazing pinterest inspired nursery are pushed to the side. I ONLY want my son to be happy and healthy... and he is... so I am complete.
I'll be back soon with his "hospital stay" recount.
Much Love and THANK YOU for the support!
A very HAPPY MOMMA!!!
Us...
Thank you for coming along on our wonderful journey! We hope you ENJOY THE RIDE!!!
Showing posts with label children. Show all posts
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Monday, June 18, 2012
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Babies on my mind...
Hiya,
Yesterday I received beautiful, sweet, news. The kind that make you think of baby pink and baby blue outfits. One of my bestest friends is pregnant with her first little miracle. I was soooo genuinely happy for her that I went on facebook and posted a generic (because I would never divulge her secret) message about receiving fabulous news. Automatically my status began to get filled by people asking me if I was pregnant. Oh there is nothing that upsets me more than when people ask me if I am pregnant.
I understand that I am a 20-something year old married woman. I say 20-something because once you pass 25 you probably don't want to tell people which number you are in... because then it's all about how close to 30 or 40 or 50 or 60 you are... but I digress. So back to me being in my 20s and married. Does that automatically mean that I HAVE to get pregnant? ::I'll sit here and wait for you, my imaginary friends, to answer this million dollar question.:: ~~~All I'm hearing is the jeopardy song over and over... why? because not even imaginary friends would TOUCH that question with a ten foot pole.
Let me answer that for you. NO. Just because I'm on the UPPER hill of my 20s does NOT mean I have to run and get pregnant. Did you hear me? Yes... I possibly yelled out loud as I typed those capital NOs. People that ask people WHEN they are going to get pregnant need to take a chill pill. Does the state of my womb concern you? Are we sharing a biological time clock? Does it ever occur to you that I have a REASON as to why I do not have children yet?
Just to make this full-disclosure, FUN, no holds-barred blog even fun"er" I will give you a few reasons as to why people don't have children in their 20s. Some of us wanted to go to school. I decided that I wanted a college education prior to acquiring an ol' ball and chain and a million dollar investment (that's what they say it costs to raise a child). My husband decided he wanted to acquire certifications in order to advance in his career. We also decided to purchase our own home. Make sane decisions for our future as individuals and as a team. Other people don't have children because of their economic status. Others don't have family support. Others need to work at their relationship BEFORE bringing another human being into the pot. Others simple CANNOT get pregnant... no matter how badly they want it.
People say it's never the right time to have a child, "you'll never be ready" and to that I say "you are right." Parenting does not come with a manual. It does not come with a jackpot to cover the expense. All of my amazing friends who are parents have had to "rough" it. They have had to struggle and I look up to them. I think they are fantastic for being able to handle it. Having said that... when you would rather be partying than feeding your child his 3 am bottle... then it's not the right time to have a child. When you would rather get a thousand dollar tattoo (you know who you are) rather than save for your child's college education then you are not ready to be a parent. When you own more purses than you could wear in a year (I know who I WAS) you are not ready to be a parent.
So why do I get so upset when people ask me when I'm going to start popping out little "mini-mes." Well because I have one of the above mentioned reasons to not be in the child-popping stage. Does it ever occur to you that I may NOT be able to get pregnant? Are you that insensitive that you don't think there could be consequences to your words? What if my husband and I are not financially stable? What if I just got a promotion and would not be able to take maternity-leave until after I have been in the position for over a year? What if we want to get more tattoos or buy more purses? What if we think we may not have any help when the time comes around? What if we don't think we are ready to be parents just yet? What if we need to work at our relationship just a bit more? What if we need to grow up before we begin to raise a HUMAN BEING?
Whatever our reason is... it is OURS. It is very personal. I will be the first person to blog, tweet, update my status, text you, call you or visit you to tell you the amazing news, but for right now take this long rant as my official statement. I am not pregnant. I probably won't be pregnant for another few YEARS. So while your kids are amazingly beautiful and I enjoy every little bit of gushing that you do about them I don't have any for a reason... so stop telling me that my time is "running out." When it comes down to it... there is only one ALMIGHTY person that can dictate when my time will be... and I can guarantee you that person is not YOU... or me... for that matter.
Respectfully yours,
Mrs. Pink
Ps. I hope this post does not offend anybody. It was not geared towards those of you who whole-heartedly asked me out of good intentions if I was indeed pregnant. This post is a rant about those people who keep "rushing" me to get'er done.
Yesterday I received beautiful, sweet, news. The kind that make you think of baby pink and baby blue outfits. One of my bestest friends is pregnant with her first little miracle. I was soooo genuinely happy for her that I went on facebook and posted a generic (because I would never divulge her secret) message about receiving fabulous news. Automatically my status began to get filled by people asking me if I was pregnant. Oh there is nothing that upsets me more than when people ask me if I am pregnant.
I understand that I am a 20-something year old married woman. I say 20-something because once you pass 25 you probably don't want to tell people which number you are in... because then it's all about how close to 30 or 40 or 50 or 60 you are... but I digress. So back to me being in my 20s and married. Does that automatically mean that I HAVE to get pregnant? ::I'll sit here and wait for you, my imaginary friends, to answer this million dollar question.:: ~~~All I'm hearing is the jeopardy song over and over... why? because not even imaginary friends would TOUCH that question with a ten foot pole.
Let me answer that for you. NO. Just because I'm on the UPPER hill of my 20s does NOT mean I have to run and get pregnant. Did you hear me? Yes... I possibly yelled out loud as I typed those capital NOs. People that ask people WHEN they are going to get pregnant need to take a chill pill. Does the state of my womb concern you? Are we sharing a biological time clock? Does it ever occur to you that I have a REASON as to why I do not have children yet?
Just to make this full-disclosure, FUN, no holds-barred blog even fun"er" I will give you a few reasons as to why people don't have children in their 20s. Some of us wanted to go to school. I decided that I wanted a college education prior to acquiring an ol' ball and chain and a million dollar investment (that's what they say it costs to raise a child). My husband decided he wanted to acquire certifications in order to advance in his career. We also decided to purchase our own home. Make sane decisions for our future as individuals and as a team. Other people don't have children because of their economic status. Others don't have family support. Others need to work at their relationship BEFORE bringing another human being into the pot. Others simple CANNOT get pregnant... no matter how badly they want it.
People say it's never the right time to have a child, "you'll never be ready" and to that I say "you are right." Parenting does not come with a manual. It does not come with a jackpot to cover the expense. All of my amazing friends who are parents have had to "rough" it. They have had to struggle and I look up to them. I think they are fantastic for being able to handle it. Having said that... when you would rather be partying than feeding your child his 3 am bottle... then it's not the right time to have a child. When you would rather get a thousand dollar tattoo (you know who you are) rather than save for your child's college education then you are not ready to be a parent. When you own more purses than you could wear in a year (I know who I WAS) you are not ready to be a parent.
So why do I get so upset when people ask me when I'm going to start popping out little "mini-mes." Well because I have one of the above mentioned reasons to not be in the child-popping stage. Does it ever occur to you that I may NOT be able to get pregnant? Are you that insensitive that you don't think there could be consequences to your words? What if my husband and I are not financially stable? What if I just got a promotion and would not be able to take maternity-leave until after I have been in the position for over a year? What if we want to get more tattoos or buy more purses? What if we think we may not have any help when the time comes around? What if we don't think we are ready to be parents just yet? What if we need to work at our relationship just a bit more? What if we need to grow up before we begin to raise a HUMAN BEING?
Whatever our reason is... it is OURS. It is very personal. I will be the first person to blog, tweet, update my status, text you, call you or visit you to tell you the amazing news, but for right now take this long rant as my official statement. I am not pregnant. I probably won't be pregnant for another few YEARS. So while your kids are amazingly beautiful and I enjoy every little bit of gushing that you do about them I don't have any for a reason... so stop telling me that my time is "running out." When it comes down to it... there is only one ALMIGHTY person that can dictate when my time will be... and I can guarantee you that person is not YOU... or me... for that matter.
Respectfully yours,
Mrs. Pink
Ps. I hope this post does not offend anybody. It was not geared towards those of you who whole-heartedly asked me out of good intentions if I was indeed pregnant. This post is a rant about those people who keep "rushing" me to get'er done.
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