Our Son

This is a topic I have thought about sharing here on the blog for many months now, but was never sure how to talk about it or if it was the appropriate time to discuss it….here goes nothing:

When I was a little girl I would like to watch the news each Wednesday night to see a segment a local Boston reporter produced called “Wednesday’s Child.” In this 5 minute video clip the reporter would interview a local child who was in the state foster care system who was looking for adoptive parents. I somehow always knew that one day, when I was ready to start a family that I would want to adopt a child.

When Stew and I started our lives together he was fully on board with this option to add to our family. This past January we started researching all of our adoptive options and decided to go the route of Domestic Infant Adoption. Once we made that decision, things moved along very quickly and very smoothly. We chose an agency, went through a home study, created a profile, and then began the waiting process to be matched with a child.

For some people this waiting period can be a long one but within 2 months we had received a call that a Birth-Mother was interested in our profile in and less then a week later we were matched with a little boy and were on the road to becoming parents!

When we found out that we had been matched, the Birth- Mother was due in just 8 weeks so we had to kick it in to high gear and do everything that most parents have 9 months to do, in only 2 months. Everyone in our lives have been AMAZING. The encouragement, help, support, and love we have received has been overwhelming.

Our little boy was very eager to meet us and decided to come a few weeks early. I got the call while I was at work on Friday, August 30 at about 1pm from the agency that the Birth-Mother had been admitted to the hospital and would deliver that afternoon. In a whirlwind of a few hours we both headed home from work, booked a flight, packed, and made it to the airport on route to meet our son. He was born while we waited in the check in line at the airport and from that point on time seemed to stand still and we just could not make it to him fast enough!

We arrived in a small town hospital in Oklahoma where the Birth-Mother lives around 3am - just about 12 hours after he was born - and we were finally able to hold and meet our son - Logan Martin.

Since then, life has been a blur. We have been here in Oklahoma (living out of suitcases) with a newborn for almost 3 weeks. There have been some hiccups with paperwork, court dates, lawyers, etc which have kept us here a lot longer then anticipated. It is all of these reasons why I have waited this long to share anything publicly. Things could go wrong. Logan could not end up coming home with us. There are a MILLION what-ifs.

Then a bit of clarity hit me last night as I was up around 2am for a feeding. I realized that none of those what-ifs really matter at the end of the day. I am Logan’s Mom. Stew is his Dad. We have loved him since before he was born and always will. If, God forbid, things do not work out the way we hoped, at least we got to be his parents for this short time. We got to hold him, care for him, and love him completely. That is what matters the most.

There is a possibility that it could still be a few weeks before we can head home - or we could be home sooner. I am trying to take each day in stride. We have 6 months until the adoption is finalized and up to that point there are a hundred things that could go wrong but each day I wake up is another day I get to spend with my sweet little boy and I wouldn’t want it any other way.