I wanted to share the special story of receiving our adoption call for a few reasons, 1.) I just love to tell the story!, 2.) to share a wish that it brings hope to forever families waiting for their little ones, and 3.) to send a prayer to couples struggling with infertility and a gentle reminder that adoption is a beautiful option.
So, here is the story…
The story of how one call made us parents in an instant!
It was a normal day. I was doing some last minute shopping, picking up candy and door prizes for my sister’s baby shower that my mother and I were hosting the following day. My baby sister was pregnant, extremely pregnant…with twin boys.
I almost didn’t pick up the phone as I was in a hurry, but I saw the area code was from Alabama, the state of our adoption agency. Generally, you don’t receive a call from your adoption agency unless something is up. So, my heart was fluttering hard when I picked up the call.
It was Susan from our agency. She asked what I was up to and I told her I was shopping. Then she said she was calling about the list of “things to bring when you get the call,” I had asked for. I was kind of annoyed! I thought, “seriously, that’s why you are calling me, I asked for that weeks ago?!”
She asked if I had a few minutes to talk and I told her maybe tomorrow. Then she said the words that I had waited for, the words that changed my life, and the words that instantly made me a mother.
She said, “Well, I better catch you now then….I have your baby boys and they are waiting for you to pick them up.”
Me: “What? What! WHAT?!”
Susan: “I have your boys, they are twins and healthy little miracles.”
Me: Sobs, cries, uncontrollable joyful tearful babble that she couldn’t understand.
Then I sat down on the bottom shelf in the middle of the candy aisle in Shopko. I grabbed a pen and scrap of paper from my purse and frantically wrote down everything Susan was telling me about my sons. MY SONS!
I was in happy shock, shaking, crying, smiling! Sweet ladies kept driving by me with their shopping carts, slowing to give the crazy person (me) a sympathetic, slightly worried smile.
Susan and I wrapped up our conversation and I asked her, “What do I do now?!” She said, “Well, you’re going to want to call your husband!”
I left that store like Santa spreading Christmas cheer through a village, “I’m a mom! I just got the call from adoption agency!”
My husband! My husband was on his way out of town for a weekend of camping to celebrate a buddy’s bachelor party (he was the best man). He was driving when I called him. Here’s how I remember the conversation:
Me: Can you pull over?
Him: No, I’m on the highway.
Me: Okay, I’ll have to tell you then. You’re a dadblabladaddyblah (insert uncontrollable sobs).
Him: What? What’s wrong?
Me: You’re a dablahsobsobsobdaddy
Him: What? What? Okay, I’m pulled over. What’s wrong?
Me: You’re a father….
Him: No way, no way!
Me: ….to twin boys!
Him: NO WAY! No way, no way!
And just like that we were parents. I made plans to attend the baby shower the next day and he spent a sleepless night camping. I was up packing and dipping marshmallows on sticks in chocolate and sprinkles for the shower until midnight. That night I dreamt of finally holding my sons in my arms and exactly two days later….it happened.
My sister had her healthy twin boys about a month later.
Two sisters. Two mothers.
Two sets of twin boys. 4 cousins born a month a part.
One mother lovingly carried them inside of her for 9 months.
One mother lovingly carried them in her heart for 5 years.
4 boys so loved. 2 mothers so blessed.
And that my friends, is “God stuff!”