I know you didn't ask for it, but here is my adoption story. I need to update it. The new baby was born in January and he is now living with the family who adopted Max's brother. It looks like it will end up with them adopting him too. They are coming over Sunday so we will get to meet him and the older boys can play. But, here you go!
I had a horrible pregnancy and delivery with Emily (life threatening) and knew another biological child wasn't in the future for me. I also desperately wanted a boy and knew my luck and was positive I'd be one of those moms with five girls! I wanted to adopt, but thought it was too expensive and that no birth mother would ever choose me because I was a single mom. Then, through a parenting board, I met a lady who was also a single mom and in the process of adopting through foster care. Her son was 18 months old at the time. We talked quite a bit, but I always had a bunch of excuses as to why I couldn't do it. I kind of set an unwritten list of criteria for myself including having a bigger house, making more money, etc. These were things that seemed unattainable at the time.
Fast forward about five years. I was sitting here one day and realized I had attained all the things on my list and really didn't have any excuses anymore. I still really wanted to adopt a little boy so I sat down and talked with Emily about it. She was 100% on board. In April 2007, I started the classes just to see if it was for me and it seemed easier than I expected. I went through the mountain of paperwork and home studies. By July, everything was complete and I just had to wait for all the background checks to come back and for my license to arrive. In August, I left a message with the lady who did the licensing to see what the status was. The following day, at 3:45 pm, I got a call from her. I assumed she was giving me the status on my license. Instead, she told me there was a two day old baby boy at the hospital and asked me if I'd like him.
I told my boss I had to leave, called my mom, and headed home to get the car seat. I stopped at the daycare and asked the owner if she had room for a newborn. She did and told me to just let her know when he'd need to start. I grabbed Emily and we went to the hospital. When we got to the nursery, his mom was in the back with him and we had to wait in the hall. A few minutes later, she came out a side door and walked away (her back was to me the whole time) hysterical. I felt horrible. I felt like a baby stealer. This was one of the few times I got a glance at her. I went into the nursery telling myself that if he was ugly, it didn't matter because kids never look like they do as newborns.

The nurse wheeled him over to me feet first and I couldn't see his face. As I walked around the little bed, I saw the most beautiful little face and immediately fell in love. Here he is the night we came home.
I soon found out a lot about his mother. She was 19, had been a foster child pretty much her whole life. Her mother was a prostitute and drug addict and she didn't know her father. She was bounced from home to home and was severely physically, sexually, and emotionally abused in foster care. As a teenager, she had developed borderline personality disorder due to the abuse she suffered and had been in and out of mental hospitals. She has been arrested and had bragged about how she was going to kill the baby, she had drank bleach trying to kill him, and continually beat herself in the stomach. In jail, she was caught tying bedsheets together to hang herself. At this point she had been moved to the psych ward at the hospital and induced at 38 weeks.
She was given two hours of highly supervised visitation a week. She was to arrive before us, be taken into the visitation room, and then we would arrive and the supervisor would come get the baby. We did the reverse at pickup time. We were to have no contact because she had a history of being very violent. She was in a homeless shelter when she got out of the psych ward and while she was there, they brought her to visits. She came pretty regularly for about 8 weeks, but wasn't taking part in any other parts of her plan. Then, she stopped coming to visits when she moved out of the homeless shelter.
For months, no one knew where she was. No father ever came forward. About the time we were set to go to court for termination, she popped up pregnant again. That put everything on hold because her attorney argued that she couldn't take her medication while she was pregnant (even though she hadn't been taking it before). In November 2008, she gave birth to another baby boy who was taken into foster care in a different state (we live on a state line). Court cases dragged on another seven months being continued again and again. At one point, she was offered a goodbye visit and declined. Her attorney about choked to death when she declined and managed to talk her into it because it looked so bad in court when she said she didn't want to see him. We did the goodbye visit. She saw him for an hour. When she left, the caseworker told her to tell him goodbye like she was never going to see him again. She looked at him and said, "Well, bye." and walked out. Finally, in June 2009, they were waiting for a courtroom for over two hours. The caseworker said she was getting more and more agitated and finally asked, "How much longer is this going to take. I have things to do." The papers for voluntary termination had been drawn up previously and she was asked if she would like to just sign him over and be done with it. She agreed.
Within about a month, her rights on the new baby were also terminated. Both boys have now been adopted and are happy and healthy. We have a wonderful relationship with his younger brother's family and see them regularly. They are very much a part of our extended family now. We even had pictures done last fall.
His mom is pregnant again so I go back into worrying mode. I want this baby to have the life Max and his brother have, but there is so much unknown. The worry doesn't end at the adoption. Now I worry for his future siblings and for his mom as well. I feel nothing but pity for her. She didn't ask for her life to be like this and I'm sure this isn't what she would have chosen for herself. But, the damage is done and she won't be getting better.