Beginning The Adoption Process:
We moved to our new city with hopes of beginning the adoption process. We knew it wouldn’t happen right away, but we were on the right path to make it happen. The move was an adjustment for both of us. I was working a second shift job, while my husband was working first shift. We didn’t see each other very much or explore our new city together. We also had difficulties with selling the house we had back home and had already purchased our new home with the move. It was a trying time, but working second shift also provided us the income needed to get by with paying two mortgages. We finally sold the old home but took a loss in the process. Money was still tight, and we continued to save to adopt. Another roadblock on our path to adopting.
It seemed it would take more time, which was the theme of our story. God was continuing to teach us patience. As we continued on our path we stumbled upon a five-year-old girl who needed a loving forever home. Neither one of us knew why this detour was happening since it really wasn’t again the plans we had. We felt God leading us on, so we trusted and carried on. This little girls’ story touched our hearts, and we developed a relationship with her family and talked about having an open adoption. In the hopes of adopting this little girl whose name was Faith, we worked towards completing our home study.
Unfortunately, we didn’t get to adopt this little girl, but it pushed us closer to our goal of adopting. Faith ended up in the home where God wanted her. Looking back I can see how God used us to help that sweet girl find her forever home.
A New Direction:
Shortly after trying to adopt Faith, we had our home study complete and I also had a new job working on first shift. I had researched several private agencies to sign up with to adopt and we settled on one finally and started the next steps to adopt. We made our profile book, which would be shown to potential birth families wishing to make an adoption plan for their child. After we completed our profile book our names went on the waiting list.
Then we waited and waited. Every day, I would wait on the edge of my seat for my phone to ring. I even put a special ring tone on my phone, I checked my email non-stop. I was impatient, to say the least. The agency that we used was located in another state, but they networked throughout the U.S. When we signed up we didn’t know where our child would be born, but we were willing to go anywhere to bring him or her home.
The Call that Changed Everything:
I was at work that day when the tune “Oh When the Saints Go Marching In, ” rang loudly. Thankfully this call came in the afternoon because I don’t know how I would have continued to work after that call! There was an expectant mother that was in our own state of all places wanting to look at profiles and they asked if they could send ours. They needed the profile by Friday, so she could look over them on the weekend and let the agency know. We had to wait the weekend to hear anything. Pure torture. We did get a call on Monday, and the expectant mother had narrowed it down to two couples. We were one of the couples! She wanted to talk to us both over the phone and then she would decide who to meet in person. We couldn’t contain our excitement!! We set up the call for the next day after work.
Butterflies In My Belly:
The next day was the longest day ever. We rushed home from work and waited for the three-way call between our agency, the expectant mother, and us. We were both so nervous and not really sure what to expect. This was a first impression, a blind date. The counselor got on the phone and introduced us, and let me tell you things went really well. There wasn’t any awkward moments or lack of conversation. The conversation seemed so natural and we all just relaxed. It was amazing how many things we all had in common and it felt like a great fit for everyone. The counselor said normally she has to keep talking and asking questions to help everyone, but that wasn’t our case. After the call ended, I just knew this was it. I felt that instinct in my gut and heart. I would be floored if we weren’t picked after that phone call. We also knew there was also another couple she was going to talk to, and she could always pick them instead, so we just had to wait.
We didn’t hear anything for FOUR days. Which happened to fall on the weekend. On Monday we got another call from our agency. The expectant mother had more questions for us and wanted to talk with us again that afternoon. We went home and waited for that call. Preparing ourselves for whatever more questions she may have for us. When we answered that phone call there was only one question to answer. “Will you adopt my baby and be parents to my child?” We said “YES!!” She had wanted to tell us herself, and just like what I had felt, she just knew we were the ones from our conversation also.
Meant to be?
She had looked at eighty profiles that weekend, we made her top two. She had talked to us first before the other couple, and when she talked to them, the counselor had to do most of the talking because her heart had already chosen us. Pretty amazing huh? We felt very blessed to have her share this information with us. It was also such a great blessing that even though it seemed forever waiting on the list, it was one month of waiting before we were officially matched. We set up a time to meet with our birth mother about a month before the baby would be born. That boy greeted the world one month later. God is so good. God’s timing and plan was perfectly coming together.