It will come as a shock to no one who knows me that our adoption story begins with coffee. I’ll come back to the coffee. First, I should give you a little background.
Last year, we pursued IVF, went into debt for it, I gained weight because of it, and in the end, all we had to show for it was heartbreak and empty arms. My dad died unexpectedly. Our 17-year-old cat wandered off and died.
It was a hard year.
But, God. I learned so much about Matthew 5:4 through the hard year.
“Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.”
I’ve been through hard things in life before. But this time, it was different. I found that the harder things got, the closer to the Lord I got. And I’m not going to sit here and say that made the hard things easy. It did not. But it did teach me to trust that His ways are higher than my ways and His thoughts are higher than my thoughts. (h/t Isaiah 55:9)
As the tide began to turn, and we entered a season of blessing, I was connected to God in a new way. All that hard stuff did its work in me for good. I developed a regular routine of spending time reading the Bible, journaling and praying. I could sense God’s presence in my life more clearly.
At the end of the year, I had an incredible job opportunity – to come back to DC to lead a network news bureau where I had worked previously. This was like coming back “home” for us – in may ways.
Full Circle: The reason we left DC was to start a family. But fast forward four years, and nothing had happened according to our plan. Now, we were back. Still childless, but with renewed hope that God has a plan to build our family. And determined to enjoy this season of “just us.”
After a gut-wrenching year of grief and change, Michael and I were taking time off from the high-pressure conversations about growing our family.
We hadn’t talked about it in months. But then that changed on March 18th.
I had been up that morning, reading and writing and sipping my coffee – like I usually do for about an hour, before getting Michael up. I went back to the bedroom, where he was still in the bed. I snuggled up to him before beginning the routine of getting him up and dressed for the day.
I can’t remember how I said it, exactly. But I said something about thinking I was ready to pursue adoption. He looked over at me and very matter-of-factly said he was too!
From my journal March 19, 2017:
The biggest thing we accomplished yesterday was a deep, intimate talk about bitterness, IVF, and adoption. It feels wonderful to be on the same page! I am still processing the pain of what we went through during the infertility years. But I can feel the hope of adoption, the redemption in pain, the joy rising!
What an honor it will be to hold this little chosen one! Oh, sweet dear, we already love you so much.
Like the deep fact-digger that I am (I am a journalist by trade), I began researching adoption with every spare moment I had. I talked to friends who had adopted recently and years ago. I started listening to podcasts, watching YouTube channels, I signed us up for a workshop about private adoption. I set up calls with consultants and agencies. I think I read the whole internet with regards to adoption.