[Renee315]

Our little one was brought home to us when he was six weeks old. Straight from the hospital were he was at for the abuse that had taken place.


I thought all hope was gone.

We tried to build a family. We thought we would persue each and every option that was with in our means. Fertiltiy was a nightmare, 3yrs, 1 loss and too many pokes and prodes!
Adoption was the next to look into. That was short lived. We couldnt afford the consultation fee let alone the add expenses a birthmom encores. So that died down too.
We searched out freinds in local congregations to see if their might be a birthmom out there in the position at this time of her life to raise her child. If we found one, maybe she would like us to help! Empty efforts I'm afraid.
Back to the drawing board. If we didnt find something soon, I as tempted to snag a sign off the bank building The Safe Place sign. The sign that tells mothers they can drop their child off at that paticular location if she just couldnt do it anymore. I wasnt going to be picky! Just a child who needed a momma and I was a momma needing a child!
Foster care was towards the end of the line because of the lack of education information out there. I thought the kids in the system werent going to want you, which inturn cause us to not want them. But was I wrong. They want us soooooo badly.
They want a family, as dysfunctional as it is. It'll probably be way better than where they've come from or have been recently.
So we prayed about it and hoped what they were going to tell us in the classes what we needed to hear.
We went through allllllllll the classes and certifications and home studies and fire inspections, health dept visits....etc.
Got approved, got our license, got our call!
The first call wasnt a good match, the second was though. Here he comes big blue eyes, bright blond hair picture perfect,for a few days atleast! Than he left. At this rate I was shattering by the day. Empty.
Who was in charge of teasing me with great children, just to take them back? Im taking numbers now!!!
I Cried all day till I heard his name. Nice strong biblical name. They explained what they new of his situation, and before they could finish I said bring him to me, please. Hurry please, in my calm but firm tone. I need to be with him. So they did. Here he is at my front door. He's just a ball of stress, hungry and most likely scared to peices, but finally home.
We fed him all that he would eat, we roked him all that we could rock, and we fell in love with him in all those empy love holes in your heart . Life would or could never be the same without this light he's given me in my heart. Fullfilled and joyous, he was my son. I never craved a 10month pregnancy, or 32hour labor and delivery ever again. He's done it.
He's made me a mother. The hours on end of crying (both of us), the endless hunger (that was usually just me!) gave to bonding.
So here we are almost 3yrs into the adoption process and we are now moving forward. Lots of glitches they dont warn you about, or if they do you are clueless to their lingo that you just politely nodd and smile. Not next time. Next time I take matters into my own hands and get this done sooner. NOne the less, here we are adoption ready. DAte set for 3/5/08.
oh, and p.s. the three years of fertility down the tubes all worked out. My last treatment was taking place with my little ray of joy sitting next to me sleeping in his stroller having no idea he's going to be a big brother so soon. Non of us new that this last treatment was going to work. I feel like he needed to be the big brother so God was going to help him with that. So now my two boys are 10mos apart! This is the best story Ive ever heard! What about you?