It was almost 4 yrs ago that I was pg. I had my tubes tied several years earlier but somehow, someway, the worst had happen. I am older at the time 45, my husband 39, we are white, both college educated, both working, and never any drugs, wine and social drinks.
We have children who had grown up and left the home. So after a long time of praying, we decieded to put the "child" for adoption. I was on a board and was pm'd. I thought I had found the perfect family. They came out from Ohio, very nice, good folks and I truly liked them. I was very specific in what I wanted also. No medical expenses, no living costs, nothing, except a tummy tuck afterwards so I could get my body back to normal.
It is not anyone who can make a decision to put a child up for adoption. It is so hard to never get close to the child growing inside of you. Yet, we felt very strongly that we were not this child parents, that we had found the parents.
10 days before our DS was born the family emailed and said their family dog of 15 years had died and they didn't want to adopt...***!
So after having to make the decision in the first place and then this, I took it as a sign that the good Lord wanted us to be the parents.
I went into labor and there were 10 families from our small community in the waiting room who wanted this child. I did not know this. A man called my best friend and said he wanted this child and would do anything legal or not to get it for his daughter. I heard every sob story from every person who wanted a child. We were talking about the adoption on day in a restaurant and some people ease dropped and left a note with the waitress for us to call them. It was rude!
So now, almost 3.5 years later I have a wonderful, beautiful, smart, cut son who is the love of my life. Is it hard to be a mom at nearly 50 with a single child at home? OMG you bet. But he is my life and it was God who brought him to me.
That is my story.
I wish you all the best in your journey to adopt.
Wow, that is the first time I put words into what happen....