So I have decided to move my blog over to blogger. On the advise of a friend I have more freedom on blogger to do things. I want to become more involved in the adoption world even if just a support for other families so I feel that is the best move for us.
I hope you continue to follow us there, and watch Noah grow and our relationship with his birth mother develop.
The title of our blog will be
He’s our heart; She’s our hero
Here is a link to it. I hope this will say up for a little while until you all find the way to the new one. If you have any problems please leave a comment and I will get to you with the link.
I am working on a new post for over there now.
There are about a million other things I could be or should be doing right now while Noah is sleeping but here I sit. I have been thinking about this post for a few days now and just haven’t had time to sit and write it.
We have been trying very hard to have families that have adopted, are in the process of adopting or will be adopting in our lives. Not to down play the other relationships or people in our lives but we do want to have those relationships in our lives too. No matter how hard someone tries they don’t know what the shoes we have walked in are like unless they have walked too. Not only do we want it for us we want Noah to have other children to relate to in this area of his life down the road too. Like I said before, we have amazing people in our life who have shown such support and love to Joe and I, but the love they have for Noah is beyond words.
A few months ago we were connected with a family from our area that was in the process of adopting. She and I have been in touch for a few months via email and facebook. It had been a busy summer for both of our families. Us with finalizing Noah’s adoption and them planning for a placement! Finally after weeks of communication, earlier this week our families finally got to meet. I have to say leading up to the meeting I spent sometime thinking about how in some ways our journey was the same and is so many ways it was different. I was worried that our feelings, experience and views would be so different on things, more so the agency that we would not hit it off. They would not want to talk to us again or see us again. We had used the same agency and had very different experiences and I was really worried about that. Just a short time into the meeting I realized my worried were going to be unfounded, and quiet honestly able to finish each others thoughts and feelings on some things. This got me to thinking, we have several couples we are friends with, well more the wifes are friends, that have adopted. We each started our path at the same place, maybe all for different reasons, or not so different reasons, and ended in the same place. We have had twists and turns along the way, some of us more than others, some of us took longer than others. Heck one of the couples wasn’t even really looking to adopt when they got matched with their second child but God had other plans. Some of us started with the same agency and that is how we meet, some walked away with a great experience and other not so happy. But we all still have a common bond the same feelings, the same start and finish and that is what really matters isn’t it? We are here to support each other and be there for each other as we navigate the world of adoption. Sometimes we can relate directly with each other and other times we can’t but what matters is we are all there for each other. To listen to the other cry when need be, to celebrate for each other and to lend an ear and really that is what friendship is about right. Just think if we were all the same had the same experiences and live the same life.
The great thing is all of the families have adopted boys all with in a few months of each other so I am looking forward to them growing and hopefully becoming friends, and having each other’s backs too.
Anyway, we had a great visit and she and I are even looking into trying to start an adoption support group in our area since there are none here. I am looking forward to moving through these relationships.
It seems like the weekends are nothing but a marathon of running! Joe is working every Saturday so my day starts with a quick shower before he leaves so I have 10 minutes of quiet time before my day starts. Getting Noah dressed and diaper changed is enough of a workout for an Olympic athlete. Then picking up his dump trucks, train, tether and anything else that he thinks is funny to throw off the high chair like 700 times a day, you would think my waist would be as big around as a pencil. All this before our 9:30 nap. While he is napping, which if we are lucky is about a hour and half, I get my self dressed and ready to go grocery shopping, picking up the house and trying to do a load of laundry. Then on to the afternoon! We, Noah and I, go grocery shopping, come home and put it away, had his afternoon feeding and start our high chair ritual all over again! Most weekends and weeknights Joe works I feel like I need a nap with him at 5:30. Most days I feel like I don’t have enough time in the day. I have stacks of photos that need organized and put in albums, I swear Noah will be 30 before his baby book is even started let alone complete for him. There is always laundry that needs done, and the house is always in need of cleaning.
Today was an unusual day for me because my parents kept Noah for me to run my errands because it was so cold and rainy out. I was able to go and do my shopping and even have lunch by myself which was something I never thought I would like to do. I got to put my food away without picked up the toys while doing it. I ran the vacuum without Noah freaking out from the noise of it.
After I got home and fed Noah and was putting him down for his evening nap and it hit me. Noah was asleep on my shoulder and I could see his face, his angel like face, and was sitting and rocking in his room. There was just enough light coming in the windows that I could see around the room, and that is when it hit me! Just a year ago this room that used to bring me such peace and does now, didn’t at that time. I had hit rock bottom this time last year, I just couldn’t do it anymore, I wanted Joe to pack the stuff up in the room and get rid of it, I couldn’t look at it anymore. My emotions and heart had been pulled through the ringer. I was an emotional mess and didn’t know which end was up. I cried each day, sometimes all day, just praying for an answer, some sort of sign as to what was right to do. It hurts my heart now to think I wanted to walk away! Especially as I looked at the miracle sleeping in my arms. Not a day goes by that he doesn’t do something that melts my heart, no matter how hard of a day it is,he either smiles at me just when I need it or he will rub his hand on your cheeks after you give him a kiss.
It is hard to believe that he is 8 months old already! He has 2 teeth and is giving his all to crawl! He is vocal, very vocal when he wants to be, and God does he have a temper! But I wouldn’t trade it for a second. God continues to send me small reminders and not so small reminders each and everyday!
**Sorry this is over a week late, but Noah and I have been fighting colds for over a week now**
I thought when the day would come it would be no big deal, I mean really the hard stuff was over, and things were not going to be any different. Then it hit me Wednesday night as I was getting our clothes ready for the following day. I am not sure really what it was, the realization that something I have dreamed of my entire life was going to become a reality. I have known since I was 12 years old that it was going to be pretty much impossible for me to have a child. Then at 22 that became even more real. Then my thought’s went to Noah’s birth mother, does she know that tomorrow is even happening? I know this is what she wanted I am not saying that, but is still my thoughts kept drifting to her.
We were up early and on the road the following day to Pittsburgh for our hearing to take place. I was crying the minute we left the driveway, thank God my dad was driving. All the tears and years of heartache are coming to an end in just a few short hours. I know that Noah has been with us for 7 months, and he has been our son that long so it shouldn’t be any big deal. But it is! We get to the office and visit with the social worker for a few minutes, before the call comes. We were lucky enough not to have to go back to Vegas for the hearing we were able to do it over the phone. The call lasted less that 10 minutes but it changed our life forever. It was a very emotional 10 minutes and hearing the judge say that Noah was legally OUR child my heart burst with joy. Knowing that NO ONE can ever come and take him means so much to us.
So one asked me when they found out things were over, so this means your adoption journey is over right? I didn’t know how to answer that, I guess in some ways yes it is and in other’s not even close. So this step in adoption is over and we move on to the next. Figuring out our relationship with Noah’s birth mother and thing’s down the road with Noah when he is old enough to ask questions.
I would love to say we will do it again, but I don’t know if that will happen. Adoption is expensive and a long preocess and lets be honest money and age is not on our side. But if it is in God plan then I will not question it because I look at my son and see his work.
So I will continue to blog about Noah and other things at this point! Here are some pictures from our day!
Joe, Melinda and Noah