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10:30 at night last Wednesday. Michelle, our agency director, calls from a number I don’t recognize and my phone is on vibrate so I just barely notice the screen light up out of the corner of my eye. I answer and immediately my heart races (I don’t think that part would change in any scenario) as Michelle tells me she’s at the hospital and a beautiful little girl had been born. I put her on speaker for Josh. She gives us all the info she can and asks if we would like our profile shown to the birth parents. No matter how long you wait, how much you want it, the idea of IMMEDIATELY having a child that you didn’t even know existed that morning, it’s a bit of a shock. We asked for ten minuets to pray, talk, think, and call back. Fear is a powerful thing. I sat and watched my strong wonderful husband guide me and display immeasurable faith. We called Michelle back and confidently announced “she’s ours!!”
Longest. Night. Of. Our. Lives.
We were up hours before the alarm. Have you ever been up so early that the only other people in Target are the employees? We rushed around the store buying baby “essentials” for the day and small gifts for the birth parents. I say small, because nothing could ever be sufficient. Not much point in even trying to compare. There aren’t many things as humbling as buying lotion and body scrub for the woman giving you her child. On to the hospital.
Longest. Drive. Of. Our. Lives.
45 minutes later we were there. We walked into the waiting room and met Michelle. This hard working, compassionate woman had been there all day Wednesday, driven two hours home, and then come all the way back early the next morning to meet us and bring breakfast to birth mom. We waited outside for birth mom to finish eating and then Michelle lead us back to her room.
This is where I stop for now. I still haven’t completely decided what details of this week to share and what to keep for ourselves. Plus I have my newborn daughter in my arms and I’m blissfully exhausted. I’ll leave you with the first picture we ever saw of our daughter, texted to us by Michelle the day our girl was born. 6lbs 13oz and 19 inches of perfection.