Ten Final Random Adoption Thoughts


There’s a line in The Grateful Dead song “Truckin’” that talks of being strung out on reds, vitamin C and cocaine.

None of that describes me, but I might be a little….just slightly….strung out on food that comes from a box or bag, waffles and caffeine. My hair has reached Chia status. My mind is wandering and my BO is not acceptable. My clothes need to be cleaned with fire and my wallet has been desecrated. I’m tired and awake at the same time. I go to bed later than usual and wake up a lot. Sunrise comes way too early. But that’s life when you’re the parent of a newborn all over again.

Mercifully, we’re back home in Tennessee and here are ten random adoption thoughts that were hatched from the base of the Wasatch Mountains:

Brothers taking a nap.

Brothers don’t shake hands; brothers gotta take naps.

Ten – Number of days we spent in Utah

Nine – In the middle of all of this, my daughter turned 9!

Eight – Songs, for whatever reason, I listened to this past week that struck a chord with me….

  • Hold On, I’m Coming – Sam and Dave
  • Lost in the Supermarket – The Clash
  • Better Things – The Kinks
  • Someday, Someway – Marshall Crenshaw
  • Home – Phillip Phillips
  • Homeward Bound – Simon and Garfunkel
  • Next Year – Foo Fighters
  • Heroes – David Bowie

Seven – “Average” number of cups of coffee I drank each day

Six – Stages of the 2014 Tour De France I watched with Ainsley and Garrett. Incidentally, I also watched the Wimbledon finals and the World Cup semi finals.

Five point seven – This was the birth weight ; 5lbs and 7oz

Four – Number of University of Utah shirts acquired for the family

Three – How many times we changed our flight plans

Two – Our hotel, Home 2 Suites, was great. The staff took great care of us and our needs.

One - July 1, Ladd’s birthday!

A long, strange trip to be certain – but a worthy one.

Last Wednesday


LaddLast Wednesday, we were sure about one thing: we had no idea how things would go in Utah.

Because we needed to get there quickly, my wife went out on the earliest direct flight Wednesday morning, while I took a later one. My trip took me from Tennessee to LA and back to Salt Lake – so I was  in the air all day long and only getting updates sporadically. By the time I finally landed, Kelly had already spent a few hours with the birth mother (I’ll call her Angela). Things were going quite well, I learned.

But there was one thing that needed to happen; Angela wanted to meet with me before making everything official.

No pressure.

As we made our way to the hospital from the airport I kept thinking, what if she doesn’t like me or I say something stupid? What if we didn’t get to keep our son because of something I say or do?

When the time came to meet, I was a little nervous but decided I just needed to go in and be myself.  Turns out, Angela was a sweet, sweet women who was making the hardest, best decision for her son. She wanted to speak to the soon-to-be mother and father of her child just to be sure; just to be certain that she could trust both of us to raise her child.

So….we talked. We talked about TV shows and music. We talked about her dream home and food. We talked about her family and she asked me about mine. We prayed together.

Finally, after speaking with Angela for a while, I had the opportunity to go visit my son in the nursery. I went with Kelly and left Angela behind in her room. The nursery was small, but nice. Kelly introduced me to our son. He was wrapped up tight, wearing a stocking cap and sucking on a pacifier. His eyes were shut and he was sleeping. I held him for a few minutes and fed him. He didn’t open his eyes or do anything….he just slept.

I was struck by how different this was from my older children’s births. I remember specific things about my daughter and son when the they were born. Also there were cards, balloons, family and friends. I wasn’t present for this birth but Angela was alone and far from home (my wife picked up on this prior to leaving for Utah and brought her a gift and dinner).

After 45 minutes or so, we went back to see Angela. She was sitting in bed completing the paperwork to sever parental rights.It turned out she liked us both. I was so anxious about something happening and not getting to keep our son. It turned out, and I thoroughly believe this, God knew what we needed and provided it. In this case, it was Angela.

The following day, we went back to pick up our son from the hospital. Even though we still had some legal work to work through and complete a finalization  process, he was now our son.

 

 

 

 

Last Tuesday


SWA Car SeatLast Tuesday morning started off unremarkable. Sleep, wake, eat, shower, dress, go to work.

Then Tuesday afternoon rolled around.

When the day began we knew a few things: we were matched with a birth mother, we’d have a son and he’d arrive in around two weeks. We knew plans needed to be made, so we were beginning to look at flights, hotels, car rentals and child care for the two we already have at home. Nothing, however, was set. I mean, we have at least at least two weeks, right?

Nope.

At work on Tuesday afternoon I started to get texts from my wife like this: “dilated 4 cm”

A little while later came this one: “she’s at 6 cm”

Those texts, for some reason, didn’t get my attention as much as the next next three that read:

“water broke”

“she’s in labor”

“she gave birth…we have a son. We need to get to Utah”

Let that weigh on you for a minute. I got a text saying my son was born, but I’m at work – half way across the country. Dis belief, soon gave way to joy then frantic scrambling to put a travel plan for us and a care plan for our children.

By the time Wednesday morning arrived, we were in the air and on the way to Utah – on our way to meet our son – but things were far from settled.

You see, while it was wonderful news to know our son was born, and we were hustling to get to the hospital, it’s not good to be absent at the birth. The mother can reconsider things. It’s a critical window of time and to not be there can hurt your cause.

So although we were on our way, we had a lot of anxiousness. There was a very, very real prospect that she’d change her mind.

Stirring


"Hey cows!"

“Hey cows!” – my son’s barbaric yelp at recent camp out.

Recently, I’ve had a stirring inside me and it’s telling me to get up and go outside. It’s telling me to leave the house and go do something.

So I got up and went outside. I left the house and did something and you know what? It was good and it brought joy. This stirring has proven to be a very good compass and has lead me to:

  • a father/daughter camp out
  • playing “C”, “D”, and “G” over and over on a loaner guitar (technically inside, but something different)
  • our Both Hands project for adoption
  • a beach adventure with my wife and children
  • bike rides and family walks at dusk
  • the pool
  • friend’s homes for dinner
  • a movie premier for my brother in law (inside as well, but another something different)
  • a family walk in a creek
  • a father/son camp out

All of that – nearly every second – was sweet time. I’m prone to get caught up in the routine and laborious things of life and that has an adverse affect on me and how I relate to others. I hope I learned to listen to what is stirring inside me. I hope I learned the condition of my heart as it relates to my wife, children, friends, family and faith.

Don’t miss out on the good stuff. The joyful stuff. The sweat stuff. Don’t miss it. Get up and engage. Do it now.