part 1

While we were hoping to adopt, I am not sure if we ever thought it would happen for us. Sure we hoped it would, but deep down I didn't know if we would ever be apart of the "successful adoption" world. We'd give anything to be, but I didn't know if we had any fight left in us. I wasn't convinced we could endure to the end. 

We were ready to give up. I wanted to take our profile offline and just be done. I think in my head, we were done. I was tired of trying and tired of talking adoption. I wanted a break from it all. It had been over three years. Three years is a long time to keep hoping. (at least it is for me)

Enter November 25, 2009. The phone call. 

It was a Wednesday, the Wednesday before Thanksgiving. Dustyn and I were both home. We were cleaning and preparing food. I saw LDS Family Services on the caller ID. I shrugged and gave the phone to Dustyn. I was sure it was just our case worker checking to make sure we were still alive. It had been months and months since we had touched base with him. 

I heard Dustyn talking, "Oh, Hey Scott." 

Huh? Scott? Why is he calling us? He's not our caseworker. As the conversation continued I could tell this was not a touching base sort of call. This was a real call. The first one we had received from our agency in the 38 months that we had been waiting. My heart was racing. As Dustyn hung up the phone, I wanted to know everything that was said. He couldn't remember, only that there was a girl named Korin that was 19, pregnant with a boy and wanted to meet with us. 

That was it. That was all that we knew. But really, it was all we needed to know. 

To say we were excited is an understatement. On top of all that excitement we were nervous. I can't even tell you how many failed situations we had. Or how many scams we had encountered. Or how many potential birth mothers we had talked to and met with. How many times could it not work out before it worked out. Was this one of those times? Again? Could we make it through again? Did we really want to give this a chance? Taking a chance meant the possibility of our hearts being crushed again. We weren't sure how many times our hearts could be glued back together before all of the pieces were lost. 

I was done. I wanted to live my childless life and be happy. Sure, it might be a selfish life, but I wanted it.

Eleven days later we met Korin and our world changed. I was ready to fight again. I was ready to endure. She had returned hope, the hope we had once lost.

When she was looking over profiles, she wanted to find a couple that had at least one hispanic parent. It was important for her because the baby that she was carrying was half hispanic. His birth father was from Mexico (as far as we know). She wanted to find a family where he could fit in. 

As she was reading profiles, she came across ours. She read it and moved on. She came back. And back again. She felt something in her gut. A gut feeling that told her we were to be her baby's parents. She showed her mom and her mom felt the same way. Sure, we didn't fit her criteria, but she couldn't ignore that gut feeling. 

So, she had her case worker make the call. 

(this is all MY account of her story from what I can recall. I may be completely off, just so you know)

On December 7th, we met Korin. She looked so familiar, like I knew her. She was quiet, mature, strong, beautiful, and loving. Above all, what I remember on that day, she was sure. She knew what she wanted.  She wanted to do what she though was best for her baby. The baby she loves.

I was in awe of her. 

I still am. 

As we left that building, I was in shock. Is this really going to happen for us? 

We didn't hear anything for a few weeks. 

(part two is hopefully coming soon)