Or the time that another precious little baby was born that we were going to adopt and we got to the hospital, he was isolated away from all the other babies. He was in a total separate room. There were hazard signs everywhere! The biological mother had to tell us the news that he was born with Aids. Now this was back in the 1980's and Aids was just becoming known about. There was not a distinction between HIV and Aids. It was pretty doom and gloom. We were still interested but we were told "no" that he would not be available for adoption. This was probably the saddest of those near adoptions.
So, on this day that the hairdresser called, my butterflies were in overdrive. I was trying to not get my hopes up too much. But that is just not in my nature. She went on to say that a friend of a friend had a baby that was 13 months old. She said that the girl wanted someone to take her baby that very day. The girl had wanted to put her baby up for adoption when she was born, but her father had talked her into giving it one year. My hairdresser said that she would go pick up the baby and meet us in the parking lot of the beauty salon. Normal people would have been suspicious. Not me! I always believed that if we kept trying, that our baby would arrive.
Of course, we were waiting when she got there! I jumped out of our car and jerked open her backseat door. There was the most precious little angel that I had ever seen! She held out her little arms for me to pick her up and I just melted! She was mine! We did get all of the information that we needed to get, including the phone number and name for the biological mom. We would have to wait until Monday to call the attorney. We brought our little angel home. I gave her a bath. She had the worst diaper rash that I had ever seen. She was sick and she was miserable. We took her to a weekend minor emergency clinic. She had pink eye in both eyes. She had an upper respiratory infection. She had a terrible diaper rash. We got all of the medicine that we needed to make our little angel all better. We went to the store to buy diapers and clothes. She kept having these little tremors. I thought she might be cold and I bundled her up. She just clung to me like glue. I ate it up! My heart was happy. I called the biological mom and got as much information as I could. Family health history. Information on the mom, in case the attorney needed it. I gave her the attorney's name, address and phone number.
On Monday morning I called the attorney. I told him what had happened. He could not believe it! He said he would talk to the biological mom and get started on the paper work. We continued to bond with our precious gift! There was so much to do! There were home studies to be done by the state. There were referral letters that our friends and co-workers had to write. There was financial records that our CPA needed to get done for the state. The biological father had to be notified. We had to take parenting classes. Also, in Texas, the child has to live with you for at least six months before you can finalize an adoption. The court also appoints a separate attorney to represent the child. We were getting it all done. Day by day. Week by week. We were getting closer to realizing our dreams. The six months was right around the corner. Then came the papers that said the biological father was protesting the adoption!!!
Oh, it couldn't be......................
Tomorrow ..........C is for Court!