The last week has been an amazing week for our family, and
many of you have seen my picture on Facebook or instagram and wondered why
#happytears and #Godisgood. What is this
amazing story? I have been hesitant to
post more information because it involves my boy’s birth story and well social
media can get out of hand. So before I
share more I have a few things to say.
No adoption story is the same.
Adoption is life changing; for all involved.
It is a beautiful thing and at the same time messy.
We have now adopted twice and neither story is close to
being the same, nor similar to any of our friends. All adoption stories come with brokenness,
and at the same time immense joy, happiness, and love.
Adoption is brokenness yet makes a family whole.
Adoption is expensive, emotionally draining, yet priceless.
Adoption crosses cultures and separates them.
Adoption is God’s grace at work.
The most important thing to remember, no matter your
view, at the heart of all adoptions is a child and in this case two.
For that reason I have guarded my boy’s story from the
internet. I want them to be able to hear
their story from Matt and me, their Mom and Dad. It is their story, not mine.
At the same time, it is also our story and part of our
daily life. It is an example of God’s
amazing work. So it is with caution that I share a bit of the boy’s story with
the cyber world.
My request is that you, as friends and family, don’t ask probing
question. Accept the info I choose to
share and please comment only if your words are positive, happy and God
glorifying. Know once published my boys
at any time can come back and read what is written.
What you need to know is that my boy’s birth parents loved them
deeply but knew the best choice for them and the boy’s was adoption. They made the hardest choice any parent has
to make; and one they never expected to make. Brokenness.
My only hope is that they find comfort in the fact that boys are loved
and cared for by so many.
With that – this week my boys had the chance to meet the women whom
carried them for 25 weeks. They got to meet their surrogate mother.
Through God’s amazing ways we connected. She had no idea what happened to the
boys or how they were doing. She thought
about them everyday and wished for the chance to hold them. The first and last time she saw the babies, she was unable to hold them because they were so sick.
God brought us together.
She was able to finally hold the babies she had carried. I was able to see pictures of her glowing
pregnant belly at 15 weeks with my boys and another picture taken just 4 days before
delivery! Oh my mama heart was so happy
for my boys to be able to have met her.
She told me about how David kicked all the time and Jonathan
was curled up on one side. She described
their position in the womb which is identical to positions I find them
sleeping. I can’t express how amazing it
was to meet her and her boys.
I don’t know what the future holds for my boys, if they will
get a chance to meet their birth parents or not. But after today, I do know that they will be able
to know their tummy mommy, which is amazing.
My boys are blessed to have not one or two but three different moms to
love them in different ways. She helped
to give them life and for that our family will always be grateful to her and
her family and the sacrifices they all made to bring David and Jonathan into
the world. #happytears #Godisgood
