Two days later my social worker told me that the birthmother wanted to talk again at 8:00 pm.
At 8:00 when the phone rang I was ready.
My heart was beating uncontrollably but I was ready.
“Hello” I said.
“I just wanted to call to say that we pick you. We want you to parent this little girl.” She said before I had a chance to say anything else.
There is no way to adequately describe the emotion surrounding these words—for either one of us.
“Thank you.” I cried into the phone. “You have no idea how happy we are.”
Then she cried.
Looking back on this moment I can only speculate (I can not speak for her) that we were both in great pain.
This decision, in one fell swoop, had given both of us a glimpse of peace and hope for the future.
Our individual pains are completely different and unique in their own right and in no way shape or form can be or should be compared.
Both should be recognized for what they are.
And no matter how different our pain we shared one commonality: We had both found ourselves in unexpected situations and needed help finding our way through them.
She was pregnant and carrying a little girl she deeply loved, and I was infertile and overwhelmed with gratitude for the opportunity to love her too.
She was due December 7th.
Thank you to my new found friend……
You are forever in my heart.
Love much,
xob
I am so glad that you have a good relationship with your birthmother. It is amazing how those few little words can not only change your life, but make you so happy. I hope that you are having a wonderful time with Brooke!!!
I don’t think enough people realize that it isn’t a competition between birth parents and adoptive parents, but a partnership. Each has their own problems, but at the heart is a child they all love.