One beautiful, sunny April day, my best friend and I were bumming around Pikes Place Market, smelling the market-fresh flowers and eating those greasy little doughnuts that taste so good but leave you with an upset tum, when I got a call from my sweet husband. He had just received a call from our agency saying that a young birth mom wanted to interview us. We had no idea what that meant or what to expect, but just the same, I experienced that strange heart-pounding, body-jittering, cold-hot feeling, and though it sounds cliché, the crowd really did seem to fade away! This could be IT.
The conversation was mostly carried by me asking lots of questions and getting shy, quiet responses. I learned that C was very reserved, loved to color, worked the Summer on a berry farm, liked music, could eat masses of mashed potatoes and yellow cake and didn’t really have any intention of ‘interviewing’ us! After a while there was a lull in the attempted conversation and everyone’s stilted appetites had completely waned. In that moment, C said, “I have something for you guys…” and she pulled out from behind her back a beautiful, fluffy pink baby book and handed it to me. On the front the book said “It’s a Girl!” My throat swelled, I felt Jon squeezing my shoulder, and through tears I looked up and asked, “What does this mean?” And with tears rolling down her face, C answered, “I choose you guys.” We cried. Everyone at the table cried. There was no other response to such a statement. Even now, I can’t type about it without tears.
The rest of the meeting is a blur in my memory. At some point she said that the minute she’d looked at our profile for the first time she knew we were ‘the ones’ she’d been looking for. In spite of being very quiet, she showed us a very determined spirit. When I think of how easy it would have been for her to have quietly had an abortion and moved on with her life… By choosing adoption, she was choosing self-sacrifice on long term and short term levels. I am so thankful that the Lord put in her an incredible love for the life he’d put inside her, a love that gave her the strength to choose adoption. She gave us big, tear-y hugs as we said goodbye and said she’d see us at the hospital soon.
We sat in the car for I don’t know how long. We were in shock. There were lots of tears as we tried to come to grips with what we’d just heard. How do you internalize something like that? Her due date was less than a month away. As it turns out, we had even less time. C was induced on May 6th and on May 7th our miracle baby was born. Exactly two weeks after our Olive Garden ‘interview’. And exactly nine months from our previous failed adoption.
That time of expectation was a sweet time of resting on the Lord and trusting his hand. We knew he held our future and the future of the baby that he was knitting together and we knew that he would do all things well. Fear was always knocking at our door, but God was gracious to fill our hearts with the knowledge of his gentle cradling.