It’s kind of funny that we have 3 boys, because you’d think the odds would have given us a girl in the mix. But 3 boys it is and I love it, and here’s how it happened.
After we finished all the paperwork and associated errands for getting started with adoption, all that was left for us to do was twiddle our thumbs. And wait. And see what was going to happen. It was a strange time because not having gone through it before we didn’t know what to expect. It felt like we should be doing something, but there was nothing left. So we waited, but not for very long at all as it turned out.
We got The Phone Call! “A baby boy was just born! Come get him!” And we freaked out, and got plane tickets for the next day, and repeatedly answered the door as my mom and stepmom dropped off baby supplies that we hadn’t even had time to purchase, and we packed, and didn’t sleep, and raced to the airport.
And read parenting books on the airplane so we would have a chance of knowing what do do with an infant, and rented a mini van and a car seat, and drove 2 hours, and called the agency when we were about 20 minutes away.
And heard that there had been a problem.
We came home without a baby. Maybe I’ll write the rest of that story some day, but it’s still too much.
So we got set to wait again.
But we had gotten attached to the idea of having a boy. So we called the agency and said that we would prefer to adopt a boy. And we waited some more — longer this time.
And then we were tired of waiting. And this coincided with a time when I did not get sweaty palms and nearly vomit just thinking about driving on the freeway past the exit I used to get off at to go to the fertility doctor.
So we decided that as long as there seemed to be no adoptive baby in our future we’d spin the fertility wheel one last time. One time and then no more.
And we won. I knew I was pregnant in a different way than the many times I had been pregnant before. I knew this one was going to make it past 8 weeks. I knew that if I miscarried again, it would be different because it would at least have made it longer.
I knew I was really pregnant when I went for the blood work. When they called with the results, I was pleased but I’d heard this news before.
We didn’t tell our families I was pregnant. My gut feelings aside, in all likelyhood I would miscarry again, so we didn’t tell the agency I was pregnant when we got The Phone Call from them the next day. Another baby boy was born — come get him!
We flew out there full of anticipation, but not quite as innocent as the first time.
And they handed him to me in his car seat. And I plucked out the tiniest baby I had ever seen. He was 5 pounds 6 ounces and incredibly alert. And I was suddenly his mom.
After we had been home for a few months we found out the sex of the baby I was amazingly still pregnant with: another boy! Excellent! We were so excited at the chance to raise brothers into men who would always have each other’s back.
Two years later we spun the fertility wheel again, and I got to stay pregnant with our third child. Since I was now over 35, we did the CVS test. This means that you can find out the sex very early in your pregnancy.
Did you see this coming?
At 12 weeks along I got a call at work saying that everything was genetically fine, and… it was another boy. We didn’t stop laughing for days!