Last month I mentioned that I was hoping for a Christmas miracle. Well, Christmas has come and gone, and while we didn’t get the miracle we wanted, we came somewhat close.
About a week before Christmas, we were approached by a second agency that we had been considering working with in the upcoming year. They had a birth mother contact them about her 2-week old baby that she was considering an adoption plan for. The agency wanted to know if we wanted to be considered, and if so, that we send them our profile book.
This was the first time I’ve actually KNOWN we were being shown to a birth parent regarding an adoption plan. The agency that we started with (and are still working with), doesn’t let us know when our profile is shown, unless it’s a situation they’re not sure we’re comfortable with. If that situation comes up, they would contact us and ask if we would like to be presented and we’d go from there…so far, that hasn’t happened. Our agency assures us that our profile is being shown, and we love working with them and have only had good experiences, so no reason to think that isn’t the case. They’re a smaller agency, with fewer placements, so it’s to be expected.
So, anyways…I got the phone call and I spoke with J about it, and we agreed that we’d like to be considered for the “baby born” situation. We hurriedly send in our profile book to be printed off, so that the social worker could take it with her when she went to meet the birth mother, and J and I sat back, on pins and needles.
Obviously, since this post didn’t start out with “PLEASE MEET BABY X!” you can all guess where this went. The birth mother, after what I’m sure was excruciating deliberation, decided to parent. There were a few things leading up to this that made us suspect this might happen, plus the agency warned us that this was a riskier situation due to some issues with the father, so we hadn’t gotten our hopes up to high. We wish the birth mother well, and only want the very best for her, and we communicated that to the agency. And, with that…there went the Christmas miracle.
I won’t lie, I was hurting. I had tried my best to keep myself grounded in the knowledge that these things fall through, it was already a higher risk, and all those other acknowledgements that you remind yourself of when trying not to get in too deep. And yet, somehow, with all that, I still managed to think that “this could be it!”.
But, overall, it was a good experience. Not the outcome we hoped for, but we were impressed with the second agency’s handling of the situation and the level of communication we had throughout that very long week of “where do we stand.” We’re now in the 8th month of waiting, coming up on a year, and I have renewed hope. Last week, we were closer to being parents than we had EVER been before, so I can only hope that this is a significant step forward towards our dream of parenthood coming true!
Who knows…maybe next month the blog post will start out significantly different!