Just about 36 hours after the call that our first potential adoption situation was not going to work out I got contacted by another possible Birthmom. It started with an e-mail early Saturday evening that quickly turned into a short phone call. The weekend continued with text messages, longer phone calls, and an emotional tornado that I had not seen coming. By mid day on Sunday she started saying she wants to place her baby with us, and as of our most recent conversation wants us to visit before the birth. In just a few days we went from hopeless to very, very hopeful!
There’s still a long way to go, and in many ways this situation is less certain than the previous. Our agency, with 30 years of experience spotting red flags, hasn’t been involved yet at all. They haven’t assessed any ambivalence, counselled her on the consequences of her decisions, or determined possible drug abuse. We haven’t even seen proof of pregnancy. There is a lot yet to be determined. But there is hope!
Yesterday evening my husband and I had tickets for a baseball game. It was nice to escape the whirlwind for some time together. The excitement of what might be happening, connecting with the possible birthmom of our child, sunk in. Weather or not this continues to play out, weather or not it results in placing a baby in our family, we allowed ourselves to revel in the possibilities, the joy, the hope.
A few minutes in the ballpark shop got us a token to remember the occasion. Weather it’s for this baby, we don’t know. But it’s for our baby. Because we know that baby is out there!