Sunday, October 12, 2014

Why Adoption?

Like most couples, adoption was not our first choice of how we would have children, but over time it became what made the most sense to us, and what we felt gave us the best chance at a child.  After 10 years of infertility, which included all sorts of tests and treatments and surgery, we finally got pregnant...twice.  But each of those ended in early miscarriage.  I still can't really wrap my head around being pregnant.  At this point a positive pregnancy test only means a lot of worry, near daily blood tests, and loss so I'm not terribly interested in it.  

There's also the cost factor.  Because of the nature of my miscarriages (both ectopic and nearly life ending), if we ever want to get pregnant we will need to do in vitro.  Which is pretty expensive and at best only gives you a 30% chance of having a baby.  And then there's all the emotional baggage for me that results from a positive pregnancy test as well as the crazy that ensues when I'm on fertility meds. 

We had friends offer to surrogate for us, but that's a legally gray area, and that wouldn't be much different from in vitro, except it would use someone else's uterus.  As far as we know my uterus is fine and it never made sense to use a surrogate unless we knew that I couldn't do it for us. 

The biggest hurdle I had to overcome, was to change my focus and obsession from getting pregnant to having a child.  The miscarriages helped this a lot.  During my brief pregnancies, I had time to actually think about having a baby and being a mom.  And I still wanted it.  So much.  

So we started looking in to adoption.  We found a local agency and attended orientation and started the paperwork.  I probably pushed us faster on this than Stewart was comfortable with, because he was still in law school and was super busy with that, and his internship, and he still had to take the bar and find a permanent job after that.  And then I only added to his stress by freaking out about having a baby and needing to get going on it NOW.  For this and many other reasons, my husband is worthy of far better of a wife.  But that's another topic all on its own. 

Over the years people have told us that we could always "just adopt" but I assure you that it is not that simple.  It took a lot of soul searching before we were even ready to being the process.  Then we had to do all the paperwork and attend the classes before the state would even allow us to adopt a child.  And then we had to create profiles and print profile books and wait for an expectant mother to be interested in us and then we had to consider situations, all of which are less than perfect, and then we had to have contact with expectant mothers who were interested in us, and then we had to pull ourselves out of the abyss that comes after another couple was chosen instead of us and to not over-analyze everything we said in the phone conversation and psych ourselves us for doing it all again and again and again until we're maybe picked.  It's rough.  Really rough at times.  So we didn't "just adopt" but we did adopt. 

But it's what we needed to do and I'm forever grateful to our birth mother for selecting us.  Gavin is worth everything we did to bring him home, a million times over.  I honestly don't think my love for him would be any different if he had come out of my body, and I've even had a few moments where I forget that I didn't birth him or carry him for nine months. 

Sunday, September 28, 2014

The Very Long Tale of How Gavin Became a Forbes

I recorded a brief version of this story on facebook but I want, and probably need, to get a more complete record of this somewhere and facebook is a little too public.  I don't necessarily want to keep anyone from reading this, I just want to know who's reading it.  Please feel free to share our story with anyone, especially if they're in the midst of infertility or adoption drama of their own. 

It was a long road and at times I felt like we would never have a baby and I wished that I just would be happy with what I had.  But I wasn't and we kept at it and and eventually we got our Gavin.  We have many friends who have taken different routes to parenthood and others who are still working toward it and others who had to give up their dreams of motherhood or fatherhood.  My heart aches for those who want children or more children and have to work a bit harder to get there.  I still remember the pain and tears and frustrations.  

My plan is to tell our story Reader's Digest style, in fits and starts based on how much time I have available and what I feel like sharing on any given day.  Parts may very well be tmi for some but, again, I feel like I need to get this out.  I apologize if any of it is too raw, or if I offend in any way.  I also have some thoughts about motherhood and working while mothering and insecurities and the struggles and rewards of being a mom.  But hopefully we can take comfort in the fact that our story has a happy ending in a perfect, beautiful little boy who is making my dreams come true every day.  

So, for now, enjoy a photo of Gavin.  It's old and I don't think it fully captures the level of awesome that he brings now, but it reflects his newborn awesome pretty well.