Today I’m linking up with Crystal Stine and Behind the Scenes. Come join us!
|After years of infertility, God knew we needed a baby that cuddles.
This picture is pretty sweet, isn’t it? The daddy with his new babe all cuddled in tight. See the pride in his eyes? See the love in his hold? It’s nothing extraordinary though, you say. It’s the mirror image of families all over the world. True, it might be. This very thing, daddies holding their babies is a common enough occurrence. Nothing to fuss about. Certainly nothing to blog about, you might think. But that’s where you’d be wrong. While this very thing may seem mundane, for us, for this man, it’s something that we never thought would happen.
For ten years we tried to get pregnant. We picked out names-Lainy for a girl and Jonathan, for a boy-his daddy’s name. We made plans-places we’d take our kids, how we would parent. And we waited. But month after month the result was the same: no deal. Finally, about 6 years in, we decided to give adoption a go. We looked into private agencies, but the cost was so expensive and the waiting list so long. Since our hearts had always been open to kids in the foster care system, we thought we would start there. Babies were wanted by many, but few opened their hearts to older kids in search of their forever family. Our first child joined us a year later, one month before she turned eight. Two years later we welcomed twin three year olds into our home. We settled into routines and loved our three fiercely. Then two years and a hysterectomy later, we thought our family was done growing. We had always wanted four kids, but the dream of that was fading with the dream of ever having a baby. So we laid those hopes to rest.
As a woman, I can tell you about the need to have a baby. It’s far more than just a want. It’s a primal desire, an ingrained demand of the heart. I have suffered with infertility, but I’m not the only one. That man in the picture? The one who has comforted me as I cried, held my hand through blank ultrasounds and slept on hospital couches? He’s grieved too. Daddies-in-waiting feel the sting of infertility too. And my man is no different.
So this spring when the opportunity came to us to adopt again, a baby this time and through a private route, we were shocked, scared and ecstatic at the same time. And we jumped all in. In June we brought this sweet bundle home, and his older siblings fell in love with him just as fast as we had. We feel blessed beyond measure, and I can’t tell you what it’s like to finally hold a babe in my arms after so long. And his daddy, well he’s just as in love as I am. Nothing brings a smile to my heart more than watching my man be a daddy to our babes. And I can’t tell you what it’s like to see him holding our baby. Especially when he looks at me with tears in his eyes and says “He’s got my name”.
Sometimes dreams do come true, even if they’re not how we plan them.