Our Adoption Story, Part Four: Delivery
“To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven.” Ecclesiastes 3:1
Life goes on, even when we’re holding our breath, so to speak, for that greatly anticipated moment to arrive. This scripture was one that I kept going back to throughout our wait. I knew that we would get the right baby, at the right time. I also trusted that details were being divinely taken care for all of us, even though I didn’t know how.
Soon after my finger print issue was resolved, we were accepted into an African American adoption program at a Christian agency. It wasn’t a “match”, but at least we new which state we would be traveling to, and that we would be adopting an African American newborn. I planned and prepared while I waited for the phone to ring. I felt a tremendous sense of urgency, and packed our suitcases. Christmas was coming, and I wanted so deeply to have our baby home with us. But, still, we waited.
Then, one day, like a pregnant momma before she goes into labor, I began “nesting”. Instinct took over, and I cleaned my house from top to bottom. I got my errands done, my business I order, and I was ready to have my baby! I’m not sure what my husband thought, but he said he didn’t remember the house ever being as clean as was then! Well, when it’s time, it’s time!
“The call” finally came one evening and time seemed to stand still as I listened to the adoption agency tell me about my daughter. She was already four days old, and she was waiting for us to come take her home. We made a quick, surreal trip, and arrived at our destination. I walked through the door and saw my baby across the room. In that moment, everything else was nothing. She was placed in my arms and I wanted to never let go.
I will always remember our first night together. It was like a dream. I held her close, in that hotel bed, all night long. She melted into my arms like she new she was were she belonged. We gazed deep into each other’s as though we already new each other, but were meeting for the first time. I slipped my fingers through her silky, soft curls, and kissed her warm checks. My dream had come true. My miracle had arrived.