Thoughts of the DH

Hello Everyone, Rachel has suggested that I write a guest blog entry. Warning, this is my first attempt and any type of entry so hang with me. I don’t know where to begin so I guess I will start at the beginning. When Rachel and I were dating adoption was the farthest thing from our conscience mind. Not that we didn’t believe in adoption, but rather we live in a community and went to school with very few people that we knew were adopted (once we adopted we now know several families that has been blessed by adoption).

Fast forward several months and we decided to begin planning for a family. The failure of infertility that resulted cut me deeply. I never told Rachel about this pain, because I tried to be the strong one for her. I wanted to let her know that it was OK; we would deal with whatever “cards” we were dealt. I remember the first time Rachel mentioned going to the adoption agency for an orientation meeting. Again, I was clueless about the process, but after the meeting I began to realize that adoption could be a route if we exhausted all other options.

The day that changed my life forever was the day Rachel and I received the call from our social worker. It was ironic because just the night before Rachel was chastising me for leaving my stuff lying around the house. She said “What are you going to do when we have a baby!” Yes, that’s right the night before we got the call she said that to me. Looking back we now know that our baby was born when she made this comment (now if I can get her to pick the lottery numbers). I am happy to report that things haven’t changed much, but I’m working on it. I figure that I have a couple months to work it out before “C” becomes mobile.