Coincidence Makes the Perfect Family
Contributed by: Dawn
We always wanted an open adoption, so in 1985, through an adoption agency, we met with a potential birth mother. She had been adopted, but instead of the clandestine way it happened (meet on a dark country road) back then, she wanted the child to grow up knowing her. It went well and we still have the smiling pictures to prove it. It was such a sure thing that we were supposed to be followed by a camera crew from the area to do a human-interest story that had the potential to go national. When the young woman went into labor, we were in the hospital waiting room nearly the entire time. As things often go, the camera crew was not available because a tropical storm hitting Florida had all the media attention at the time. If we had only known that it was only the first thing that wouldn't go as planned.
The labor was really long and hard, and after many hours she endured a caesarean birth of a healthy boy. Although she didn't want me present for the birth, we were supposed to be able to hold the baby and feed him as soon after the birth as possible. We immediately went to the hospital nursery and one of the nurses held the baby up for us to see, from the back of the room. We were not allowed in the area though, and couldn't seem to convince anyone we belonged there, so we called our social worker and headed to the hospital social worker's office.
It was there that we were told in no uncertain terms to "back off" and "give the mother space." We were on our way to our car when we passed the hospital commissary. There were the mother's parents sitting at a table and it was obvious they were in a heated argument. We went home not feeling too good about the situation. Our instincts were right.
Two days later, we found out the whole story. One of the nurses had been encouraging her to keep the baby -- after all she was over 21... she "loved" her boyfriend, surely he would come around... she had such a hard delivery... and maybe down the road she wouldn't be able to have more children. Her parents knew she wasn't ready to raise a child and that they would undoubtedly be left taking care of the child, so they didn't want her to take him home. But she did.
We were broken hearted. It was at that time that I bought a plaque that still hangs in our bedroom. It reads:
Broken Dreams
As children bring their broken toys
with tears for us to mend.
I brought my broken dreams to God
because He was my Friend.
But then instead of leaving Him
in peace to work alone,
I hung around and tried to help
with ways that were my own.
At last I snatched them back and cried,
"How can you be so slow--"
"My child," He said, "What could I do?"
You never did let go."
~ Author Unknown
It was barely two weeks later that we got the call from our adoption agency. They had a baby for us. No, it wouldn't be an open adoption, but we got to bring home a beautiful baby girl who was 10 days old.
We put our names back on the waiting list at the agency nearly right away. Those two years passed as quickly as our lives did with a new baby.
During that time, we volunteered at the adoption agency to give seminars to prospective adoptive families. Our story balanced the perfect situation the other volunteers had -- stories of being in the delivery room and having the birth mother into their home. It gave the prospective adoptive parents a reality check -- that sometimes things go don't go as planned , but they always seem to turn out well in the end.
Undaunted, we tried the open adoption route again. I could have invented scrapbooking as it is today. I made a really cute little album for potential birth parents to see. It was done in crayon and was written as if our daughter did it. It included our family and life from the perspective of a two year-old.
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