We are hoping that this blog serves an important purpose in the adoptive world. Mainly, it should be an education through our humorous adventure to adopt through our local children's services agency. The first thing that you will find humorous is how long we've been waiting...three years. Yep. Three years. There are thousands of children waiting. But, here we sit. Waiting. Still.
Odd, you might ask? Well, here is a little about us that might help you understand how we got to this place, three years later.
First, we have one biological son. He is 10 and quite amazing. Chad missed his birth because he was in Iraq. They met when he was six months old. My minor in psychology tells me that this makes adoption hard for Chad. Am I right, no clue. I mean, I'm usually right on most everything else...
Second, I have endometriosis. It has wrecked havoc on my insides. My guts are twisted, stuck to things, hate me, etc. Four surgeries haven't fixed the issue. Hopefully, I can get this crap yanked out someday soon. We've spent many thousands of dollars (over $200k) trying to get pregnant over the last 9 years. Really more years than that, but I just can't bring myself to write 10 quite yet.
Chad is looking for the perfect child. And, by perfect, I mean, like him. Oh boy. Chad is unsure of change so the whole thing is scary for him, in my opinion.
Then, there is me. I LOVE children. I would be surrounded by dozens if Chad would let me. I'm a teacher, so I'm surrounded by them all day. I would take them all in. Every.last.one. I love LOUD homes where chaos rules. This is the exact opposite of what relaxes Chad...which is why we are still looking.
I feel like every child deserves a family. Chad wants to pick the perfect match because once we commit, we commit. There's no going back. I have to respect this from him. But, I'm not patient. At all. So, this part has been difficult. Extremely.
At this point, we think we are close to being matched with a boy. But, we've been close before. Then, the foster families change their minds and adopt. This is a possibility here, as well. So, we've learned not to get our hopes up. We are also a top family for a sibling group of three. I am all like, "BRING IT ON!" Chad? Well, I think he'd move out. I'm not gonna say that I haven't pressed the issue, but I'm not trying to be a single mom here. Usually, I press the issue a tad too far. Go figure. Then, my hormones take over and I start crying. Also, typical of me. Whatever.
So, the point of this blog is to create a lasting memory for ourselves, as well as educate others about adoption. Granted, we are still in the beginning stages...we have been for many years. I think I said that already. Bitter, party of one?!
But, I would want our adopted child(ren) to be able to read this someday and know that this decision wasn't one we took lightly. Trust me. We want this and if you're last name is the same as ours and we adopted you, it was because you are perfect for our family. And, as stated before, you reminded Chad of himself. I'm not sure if that is good or bad. As you get older, you can decide for yourself! I happen to be fond of the guy, so it can't be all bad!
But, know that you are wanted. You are loved. We may not share the same blood, but you are a very special and integral part of our family. Just like a pregnant mother and expecting father do, we wonder what you will be like, look like, act like. I cannot wait to find out. However, if I really were pregnant, this would be the longest pregnancy ever. Like Guiness Book long. I should get a trophy. Or a certificate. At least an honorable mention in the book?
