I wish I could have ended on a high note with that last post! I wish that for all of us.
It would be hard to forget our first adoption situation. It was the one where we were chosen by the birth parents, had a three hour long “get to know you meeting,” and then got dragged along ever so agonizingly slowly by both our agency and the couple for five weeks.
This is the one where I found the baby registries online. And where the infamous paternity test became its own character in the Adoption Shell Game that the hubs and I suffered through as helpless spectators. The one where the social worker told the agency the couple did not intend to place their baby for adoption, so our agency told us it was over. The whole sordid, yucky, so-not-okay situation that threw me for a loop and made me wonder if I could stick with this if this was how the process actually worked.
Guess what? It wasn’t over! Because that couple indeed placed their baby, through our adoption agency, with a family that was not us this week. I found this out not through the agency in an aboveboard, professional manner, but through my adoption network support group as well as social media sources.
Okay then. Between the hubs and I, we aren’t even sure what to make of this. I think we can all agree that at the very least, it’s a head scratcher. Maybe in our case, it’s fair to say this latest development is simply a par-for-the-course-yet-jaw-dropping turn of events, the very thing we should really be expecting on this strange journey through the looking glass.For Carrie, who reads my blog (thanks Google Analytics),
The truth of what really happened, what was fact and what was fiction, may never be known between us. I think communicating through the agency instead of directly to one another was likely a giant mistake. Know this: you made a selfless choice choosing to place your baby when you knew you just couldn’t give him the life you wanted for him now. That is admirable. I’m sorry you chose to seek another couple rather than us. It breaks my heart, but my feelings are not paramount in this situation. I know you have blessed the other family enormously and given them the greatest gift of their lives, and have also given the same gift to your son. I pray that it gives you some peace to remember that as you grieve in the days and weeks to come. The hubs and I only wish for you to experience calm and fortitude moving forward, and a life filled with good things.
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2 thoughts on “Are You Kidding Me?”
Well, I don’t know what to say… I am so sad so so sad for you! That was rotten what the agency did. But what can you do, they hold all your dreams in their files. I am so sorry!
I love the caption in the photo “anyone who even considers adopting has at least a little spark of badass inside them” – this is so true! I am so sorry that your adoption journey has been so difficult, and I am heartbroken for you and yet inspired by your attitude. I am wishing you the absolute best.