Last Wednesday, as Wren, Chickadee and I were getting ready to go on a walk around the neighborhood, I got a phone call from the adoption agency. It was important. It was the kind of call that makes you stop everything you are doing.
Mama Tee had given birth to a baby boy, and she wanted us to adopt him.
“Hold up!” I am hearing you all say. “Didn’t you just see her? Did you know she was pregnant?”
Yes, we saw her back in February. She was wearing a coat indoors which was a little strange. While I briefly entertained the possibility of her being pregnant, the subject did not come up. I figured she would tell me if she wanted to, and I left it at that.
Did I secretly wish deep down that she was pregnant and that we could raise him? Yes.
So why did Okey and I respond no? It’s complicated.
The reason I’ve struggled with writing this post is that I don’t feel it’s my place to share the details surrounding his birth. I’m not going to reveal much here because I want to respect him and his family.
Like his sister, he was born early. No one knew when he would be released from the hospital. With my two little ones, I knew that I could not make the daily trips (80-miles one-way) to see him. I felt strongly that he needed his mother to hold him daily, and I could not offer him that.
Okey and I also recognized that our girls have needs and fully deserve our attention. I’m sure we could have made it work, bringing him into our family, but it would have been a lot of work. We’re already feeling like a fragile ecosystem.
We spent days asking difficult questions. We felt like philosophers by the end of the long weekend.
Does blood matter that much? Should we adopt because it is the right thing to do? How do we fit three car seats in the SUV? Will Wren resent us?
We talked it over with our parents and some friends in the adoption world, and I’m so thankful for their support and perspectives.
The tug on my heart to hold him was there, but I didn’t feel a motherly love toward him. When we got the call about Wren, we knew she was our daughter. The bond with her was instantaneous. We just didn’t get that same peace with him. Maybe it’s because we weren’t looking to expand our family, or maybe it just was not meant to be.