Let me start from the beginning, a few years ago when we were considering adoption we got contacted by a lawyers office about a baby up for adoption and wanting to show our profile. We, of course agreed. Nothing came of it, but the office continued to keep our profile for future opportunities.
Fast forward to a few weeks ago when I received a call that a birth mother had LOVED our profile and wanted to meet us… What?! REALLY? We panicked, I cried, this had never happened before. I was SO nervous. It consumed me for the next week and it was all I could think about. What would I wear? So many questions were going through my mind. As Saturday came, we got dressed, nicely, and drove to our former church to have a meeting with her. At first glance, she was absolutely beautiful. Petite, long blonde hair, big beautiful blue eyes. And for the next hour we talked as if we were best friends. She is on bed rest so we talked about Netflix, we talked about my family and my story of my brother who recently passed.
3 weeks, 3 weeks of torture, constantly staring at my phone, hoping for a phone call. Nothing. I was discouraged, maybe she didn’t like us. Maybe the other family fit her story better. And then on Saturday, the 8th, I got a call “Hey Erica, the birth mom wants to meet you again”. YES! We met with her again on Sunday. Anticipating an answer, we talked again, we had breakfast, we laughed. She showed me the 3d ultrasound and the baby has beautiful full lips and her mothers big beautiful eyes. After an hour of no immediate answer, I simply asked her “How did you meeting with the other family go?” She quickly said “There is no other family, I chose you”. Before I could even think, I was bawling, absolutely bawling. Had this day finally came? YES! We were going to be parents. We all cried.
On Sunday, I received another phone call from the birth mom advocate, she said “Erica, I am concerned, the birth mom is questioning her decision in placing her up for adoption, please gather your troops and pray for her”. I hung up the phone and bawled my eyes out. WHY? Why was this happening? Some time ago my older brother Dan, told me when I miss Benji to talk to him. So that is exactly what I did. I sat in my car and cried to Benji, I told him to beg and plead with God to let our dreams come true. He told me before he passed away he was going to “make things happen”. Last night, Tuesday, the birth mom advocate called me again. The call I was dreading, she said “Erica, whatever you did worked, the birth mother said she just felt peace and knew it was the right decision”. As I hung up the phone, I said out loud “Thank you Benji, I know that was you that made things happen” and before I even finished, his song “How he loves” came on the radio. In my eyes, that was him saying “You are welcome”.
So, there, is our story of how our dreams are finally coming true. 7 years of trying, of crying, of a ROLLER COASTER of emotions, is soon to come to an end as we welcome our beautiful daughter into our family.
Thank you for being apart of this journey with us. Of our emotions, of our change of hearts often. Just helping us, praying for us, and encouraging us to never give up on this dream.
My sweet sister set up this amazing fund to help with the court fees, adoption costs, etc. If you can donate any to help us, we would be even more grateful.
Kurt & Erica