If You Would Have Asked Me 9 Months Ago..

I would have nevvvvvvver even had this on my 2021 bingo card. Not even close.

But I’ll start from the beginning-ish. 2021…we started out struggling. Teenager-ing is not easy. Trying to parent our girl is no exception and the closer to 18 the more it was like 😵‍💫. I’m sure she felt the same! We move into a place, just the 3 of us and it was nice having our own routine. Jason got sick early in the year and was told he needed his gallbladder removed. He has insurance but because it’s terrible they wanted his entire deductible up front. In desperation I made a GoFundMe, a first for us and within 24 hours, thanks to amazingly generous people we have in our lives, he was good to go. Right after he was recovered, our girl turned 18 and asked to go to a wedding for her boyfriends brother in Maryland. The day before she was flying home I woke up about 4:30 am with a missed call and voicemail from a hospital telling me she was in a car accident and was in the emergency room. In a panic we called back and they said she had multiple injuries and would need at least one but probably more surgeries. We were able to talk with her a little and made plans to fly up there. It was a whirlwind trip and my anxiety was only slightly relieved seeing her the next day, after arriving while she was in surgery. We were in Maryland for several weeks and were able to get her home by a medical transport, thanks to my dad and our amazing church family. She had rehab for several week and a follow up surgery to remove hardware from a bad break, but overall she healed well and is doing great now.

But all that cause me to get stress induced shingles which was a great time and after that Covid.

But….2 days into my C sickness (which was just a bad feeling sinus infection) I got a phone call saying our girls bio mom had a baby boy and asked if we would take him. We knew she was pregnant and this was a possibility but in the hectic mess of the previous few months I had forgotten.

When we adopted our girl, I was content. After I had surgery that ended any pregnancy chance I felt at peace with what we were doing and even though I occasionally felt sad, I knew God had answered my prayer. I wanted to be a mom, whatever that looked like, and He provided. But God. Really, like I could shout just that. BUT GOD!! He knew my heart and how much I longed for a baby. And a sweeter one I don’t think I could have imagined 🥰. This 5 lb little snuggle muffin is a dream. He spent few weeks with our extended family while we got our home study completed. Picking him up, he was the tiniest thing I’ve ever seen and the immediate love and protectiveness we felt is unexplainable. We don’t know what the next few months will look like, but were told that if the process goes quickly it’s possible we could finalize adoption by the end of the year. We will see. I trust this process and know that God has us, whatever may come up. In the meantime, I am taking all the snuggles, contact naps and sweetness. No matter how exhausted I am, I never want to take this time for granted 💛