January 28, 2011
the theme here is:crazy
I’m linking up over here today with our family’s adoption story. I figure it’s good to get it all in one place anyway. For most of you, nothing new to see here. For all of you, sorry in advance for how long this is going to end up being. I’m not what they call short-winded.
Once up on a time in 2007, two crazy kids (one with a broken ankle) decided it was time to toss the birth control.
I was pregnant fast.
Then, I was unpregnant fast.
That’s the short version of 2007. If you’re curious, you can go back and read some of the archives from then. It’s not pretty, folks.
After miscarriage #2, we did lots and lots of testing and I saw a specialist. We ultimately decided against some of the big-gun tests. We added a few different meds to the mix and resolved to give it one more college try.
Except usually people in college don’t mean to get pregnant.
We had determined before pregnancy #3, that a miscarriage #3 would be the last pregnancy we would attempt.
I was what they call “crazy” at this point.
And by “crazy”, I mean: crazy.
Anyway, pregnancy #3 happened and so did miscarriage #3.
So that was the end of that.
This brings us to February 2008.
We were in the middle of selling our house, so we determined we’d start the home study process once we were settled into our new house.
In March 2008, I heard about a pregnant teenager at our church and was not jealous of a new pregnancy for the first time in a year.
A few people that knew about the pregnant teenager and knew about our situation suggested to us that we should adopt her baby.
We, of course, that this was ridiculous. She had not even made a decision about parenting versus an adoption plan and hello: complicated much? We laughed it off and then behind their backs talked about how much those silly fertile people didn’t know what they were talking about.
That summer, we pushed through our home study – including scheduling physicals with our doctor.
I was the picture of health.
Mr. Mouse had some bloodwork come back funny.
So, we repeated the bloodwork.
Although I wasn’t laughing.
He did some more tests.
Then saw a specialist.
Then had some more tests.
Then a different specialist.
That specialist referred him to a surgeon because his case was a bit complicated.
Only if you consider a football sized kidney that is functioning at zero to be a complication.
The surgeon sucked 5 liters of fluid out of his kidney before he scraped that stretched out piece of guts off of all of his other organs and yanked it out of him.
You may not know this, but it’s not normal for your kidney to have 5 liters of fluid in it.
Had this gone undetected, we were basically told that it would have either burst, or started a slow leak. In either case, his guts would have crazy serious infected.
Like deathly serious.
There is a high probability that it would have gone undetected had we not been doing those physicals for our home study.
PSA: Do an annual physical. We’re believers now.
In the midst of all of this medical drama – which went on over the course of a few months – I got a text.
Remember pregnant teenager from March?
She found out we were planning to adopt and texted me.
Would we consider adopting her daughter?
This was August.
What was pure insanity in March was all of a sudden not so crazy in August.
Timing is everything, after all, right?
We prayed about it. We talked to a few people who know things about this type of situation. We talked to a few people who knew us.
And we looked at each other and said: “I think we’re going to do this. Are we crazy?”
It was a few crazy months with a few crazy ups and downs, but the craziest thing of all happened on 11.24.2008.
Our daughter was born.
In spring of 2010, I was getting the itch again.
We started our home study.
Picked an agency – which was new to us.
And as of the middle of June we were officially waiting.
In August, we got a call that a birth mom wanted to meet us.
Due to lots of reasons, it was almost a whole month later before we got to meet her.
We were nervous. She was nervous. But it wasn’t awkward.
It was great.
She asked us that day if we would adopt her baby (a girl), but didn’t make us feel put on the spot at all.
We didn’t feel put on the spot and enthusiastically said yes.
There were some potential health concerns for baby and I had a lot of concerns about birth mom changing her mind.
It is a big decision after all.
With all of those concerns floating around, it was a very stressful couple of months in my world.
Some might even have used the word crazy to describe me.
On 11.3.2010, birth mom gave birth to a healthy baby girl and we really sweat it out for two days in the hospital.
All of that sweat ended up serving no purpose other than testing the power of my deodorant.
Because we brought that baby girl home.
And, just like her big sister, she is ours.
Which is hard to believe.
But crazy great.