You are 7 months old this month and I have lots of writing to do to catch up. As I held you in my arms tonight before I laid you down to sleep I couldn't help but think of how much you have changed my life. You have made me the happiest mom ever. I can't believe how fast you are growing and how fast the time is going by. You now have almost 3 teeth that have come in, one for sure, a top tooth! Everyone thinks that it is funny and especially your dad, who likes to call you "snaggle tooth". Tonight I got a message on my computer from your birth mom on my myspace. It takes me back to 8 months ago when I was wondering who your birth mom was.
After we found out you were out there somewhere, all we could think about was how to find you. I remember two days went by after hearing from Shay and wondering what I could do to get to you. I remember feeling completely panicked that I couldn't let you go. So on the second night I called my friend Sara (who ended up being your nurse when you were born) and asking her if she knew about you. Immediately she got as excited as I did and paged your birth mom's doctor to find out. It seemed like eternity but we got a call minutes later that night from Sara again telling us she had talked to the doctor and it was true, you were out there! The more we thought about you, the more we knew you were ours. It seems funny to think that now, and even kind of foolish, but we really felt it. Sara told us that the doctor did have a patient (your birth mom) who was going to give her baby up for adoption. She said you were a girl. Now for us that was especially exciting, since everyone in our family had boys. Sara told us she gave the doctor our contact information and told her we had been wanting a baby for a long time. After our conversation I expected the doctor to get in touch with us...which she never did. But we kept fighting!
A few more days went by and nothing... not a word. I knew you were still out there and I was still fighting for you. I went home from work with a letter I had typed up to give to the doctor. I had planned to drop it off at her office along with our profile book we had made days earlier. I did it. I got the stuff together and dropped it off at the office with the receptionist. That book held the key to you. That book was precious to me... it meant me getting you. I meant your birth mom looking at it and realizing you were growing inside of her for us.
I so wanted to meet your birth mom and more importantly see her belly to know you were there and growing! The crazy thing is, in a few short weeks I would.
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