Okey and I pride ourselves on making things from scratch. Cookies, cakes, pies, breads, pizzas, pretzels, bagels, ice cream. Wine and beer. Computers. The list goes on. However, there is one thing that try as we may we cannot seem to make ourselves … a baby.
It’s due a combination of things, and I won’t really go into it here, but we are what the medical world calls “infertile.” At first, I dismissed the doctors claims. Partly because we didn’t go seeking this diagnosis; it was given to us on a simple checkup. Tests later confirmed the difficulties we would encounter in producing our own biological children.
It took another full year for Okey and me to realize the truth of our situation.
It’s strange realizing the loss of something we never had and especially something we might never have. We always thought that we would have a blond girl with Okey’s curls. Perhaps she would be named after him (as I was named after my own father). And perhaps she would have a brother also with golden hair.
But we realized that we can still have children. We can adopt.
We are excited about what the future holds, and the blessings that God will give us. Maybe our little girl will have black curls. (Or straight hair like me.) Maybe we will have a boy that will have beautiful brown eyes (another thing we two blue-eyed people could never make). Only God knows!
We are currently going through the mountain of paperwork, and it will likely be another two months before we are approved and put on the waiting list.
We eagerly welcome your prayers for us and for the birth mother and father, whoever and wherever they may be, and for the baby that we will someday be a part of our family.