Cedric's adoption story

Miracles? Do I believe in them? Yep, I don't have to look any further than my home. I guess the place to start is the beginning. We had gone through 3 years of infertility testing and treatments. At each test the words were the same "you guys are young and just fine, I am sure you will be back here in 3 months and be pregnant." Well, those months always came and went with no hint of a pregnancy. So, we were at a crossroads. Do we pursue further infertility treatments or adoption? We did not know what to do. We prayed and prayed and cried some tears and then prayed some more. The answer was very clear. We were supposed to wait.

WAIT!?

What?...that is the last answer we wanted to get!

We thrust our efforts into our jobs and each other. We spent a couple of years working and living in a motor home traveling around our beautiful country. We kept waiting for further instruction and of course hoping each month that something was going to happen. We ended up moving back home to Utah and we started pursuing different careers. My husband went back to school and got his teaching certificate. At the completion of this, we felt a spiritual urge to move. We started looking and the place that felt right was on the opposite coast from our whole family.

TOUGH.

We had to follow our feeling, so we did it. At this point we had been married for 7 1/2 years and trying for 6. As we got to our new home, I specifically remember we were hanging out at the beach one day and I told my husband, "I don't think we are going to have to wait much longer to have a family. I just have a feeling like it is going to happen." He asked if I thought I was going to be pregnant. I told him I didn't think so, I just feel like something is coming. He asked when I thought this was going to happen, to which I confidently replied, "In the middle of November."

At this time I knew I needed to make my yearly OB/GYN appointment and of course I knew it had to be in the middle of November. I called a place that I had heard about the doctors being great. They wanted me to come in the first of November, but I said "No, do you have something around the 15th?"

As the day approached, I was so nervous. What was going to happen at this appointment? As I got into the old elevator that slowly made its way up to the office, something said to me, "GET READY, YOUR LIFE IS ABOUT TO CHANGE."

I brushed it aside. My stupid hope again that something was actually going to happen. As I proceeded through the so-fun appointment, I acted cordial and tried to keep my emotions in check. I handed the new doctor all of our past infertility paperwork and such to which she replied, "Well, you guys look fine, there is nothing else I can do for you." I expected that. Then, I told her we had been thinking about adoption. In fact, the night before we were filling out the paperwork to send into an adoption agency. She looked at me and then said, "Hold on a second." She called her partner and turned her back to me. Even though she was trying to hide the conversation, I tuned my ears in and heard, "Have you found a family for that lady yet?"

My heart burst out of my chest it was beating so hard.

She then got off the phone and proceeded to tell me that her partner had been trying to help this lady find a home for her child. She had a family all lined up and ready to go, but just the week before the family backed out on her. This, of course, broke the mother's heart. She was envisioning a great life for this child and now she did not know what to do. The baby was due in 2 weeks.

The partner doctor came into the room and we talked. He told me more about the birth mother and father and about the baby. It was a boy. The doctor had called everyone on his list of people that were interested in adoption and no one was interested. The mother is heartbroken right now and not sure what to do. He asked me if I was interested in speaking with her and of course, I said "Yes!!" We exchanged phone numbers and he told me he would call the mother and have her call me if she was interested.

I left the appointment trying not to be too excited. I told my husband the story and he was so elated. We waited and waited for the phone to ring. It eventually did. We were to meet that Sunday.

That Sunday came and we so nervously got in the car and headed to the park we designed to meet at. I remember it being a perfect day. We were so happy (and nervous). We meet the birth mother and birth father. It was like we had known them for years. They were so nice. They knew what they wanted for this baby. The birth father made me cry when he said, "You guys looked like angels walking to us."

There was no question in their minds that we were the couple that was going to have the great privilege to raise their son.

The next couple of weeks were a whirlwind of getting a social worker to our home to do the evaluation, find a lawyer, just trying to get it all done. Well, everything happened so smoothly and by the day of the delivery, we were all ready legally. They wanted us at the hospital so little man could meet his family right when he was born. It was a sweet day. We had this child in our arms that so clearly was perfect in every way. We, of course, loved him immediately and also loved our new friends who gave us the gift of being his parents.

Everything went smoothly and now it has been 2 years and we have this little toddler running around the house. We cannot say enough how much we appreciate this great gift that was given to us. We have a semi-open adoption with this birth family. This means that we send pictures/letters/cards/presents back and forth to each other. They love being able to watch Cedric grow up. We love being able to keep in touch with them and let them know what is happening in our child's life. Cedric is wonderful! He is so full of life and love. He loves other people so much and has a light that is contagious.