by candace
As I woke up on the morning of Griffin's first birthday I felt a little like something was missing. I let my thoughts wonder to the year before, the events of that Sunday morning in Arizona. As I reflected I thought about how Heidi must have felt as she was wheeled into a c-section that she had informed me she wanted to avoid if at all possible, how she felt as she watched a nurse comb griffins hair into a little Mohawk while she was still in recovery, and how she felt as Dave and I walked into her room to take this perfect, beautiful baby from her life.
Within days of finding out that we couldn't have children I was filling out adoption paperwork. I knew that I had to do my part, and do it quickly. Suddenly we had to decide if we wanted to choose if we had a boy or girl first, if we were cool enough to raise children that we a different race than we were, if we were willing to take on the complications of a fetal alcohol baby, if we wanted to have an open adoption. We didn't know much about open adoptions. I remember the case worker encouraging us in that direction. "It's just more people to love the child." Little did I know how profound that statement would become.
There we were, in late July, knocking on the door of Heidi's
parents' home. Two hours later we left feeling full. Full of love. They
became family that day. They already loved that baby so much that they
were willing to place him with a couple that they knew were his
parents. I was blown away by their surety. In the middle of the
conversation Heidi interrupts, "He keeps moving when you talk...come
feel!" They genuinely cared about us and they made it so easy for us to
love them.
Over the next several weeks I learned so much about love and
family from that wonderful family. They loved and supported Heidi and
they loved and supported us. In the hospital room that Sunday Griffin
was born there was no doubt that he was so lucky to have so many people
to love him...from all three sides of his family.
As the excitement of Griffin's first birthday progressed
throughout the day I knew exactly what was missing. Heidi. I supposed
that this birthday brought more pain than joy for her. I wanted her in
my home, standing next to me, feeling what I was feeling. I wanted his
smiles to brings smiles to her face. I wanted her to laugh as he
hesitantly played with his chocolate cake and ate his birthday presents.
I wanted this day to be a day of joy for her.As I woke up on the morning of Griffin's first birthday I felt a little like something was missing. I let my thoughts wonder to the year before, the events of that Sunday morning in Arizona. As I reflected I thought about how Heidi must have felt as she was wheeled into a c-section that she had informed me she wanted to avoid if at all possible, how she felt as she watched a nurse comb griffins hair into a little Mohawk while she was still in recovery, and how she felt as Dave and I walked into her room to take this perfect, beautiful baby from her life.
Within days of finding out that we couldn't have children I was filling out adoption paperwork. I knew that I had to do my part, and do it quickly. Suddenly we had to decide if we wanted to choose if we had a boy or girl first, if we were cool enough to raise children that we a different race than we were, if we were willing to take on the complications of a fetal alcohol baby, if we wanted to have an open adoption. We didn't know much about open adoptions. I remember the case worker encouraging us in that direction. "It's just more people to love the child." Little did I know how profound that statement would become.
Heidi first contacted us in May and told us she was
due with a boy in early September. We were reeling with questions but
didn't really know when or how to ask so we moved forward with our
communication cautiously. One morning in June as I was running out the
door to be a leader at our youth camp I decided to check my email before
I left. There was an email from Heidi telling us that she wanted us to
be the parents of her unborn child.
Happy Birth Mother's Day Heidi!