That big project I mentioned back in July? We were working on completing our adoption homestudy and profile. Last week a birthmother picked us to adopt her newborn twins. She is due in six weeks, expecting a little boy and a little girl. A birthmother can always change her mind, but for now we’re cautiously optimistic, very excited, and a little bit terrified.
How we got here is a long story, but the story of this summer is a simple one: chaos. Fingerprinting, FBI background checks, Sheriff’s background checks, doctors appointments, financial information in triplicate, courthouse, contracts, certified marriage license, birth certificates, letters of recommendation, child abuse checks, mad cleaning, multiple social worker visits and interviews, money transfers, collecting photos, scanning, utility bills, estimates, life stories, editing, tax forms, financial reviews, overnight mail, email, long phone calls, family descriptions, addresses, forms and forms and more forms, writer’s cramp, interviews with other adoptive families, marriage evaluation, required reading, required courses, research, talks with lawyers, long car drives… All that on top of our full-time jobs in a compressed three-week schedule due to an unexpected early opportunity.
Then, after all the rush: waiting (and paying bills). At the end of the waiting, one longed-for phone call. After that phone call? More running around like headless chickens. Our adoption agency recommends against buying many baby supplies in advance because birthmothers can change their minds. On the day you receive the babies, you’re also handed a “go bag” with basic supplies and clothes for their first week. Friends from our church are filling in the gap with loaner and hand-me-down newborn clothes, blankets, swings, and the like. We’re channeling our “nesting” into shifting furniture, talking to lawyers, and completing the pre-baby mandated classes like newborn care and Infant CPR.
Kind internet friends, will you please pray for the birthmother, the babies, and us?