Avery Elizabeth

When our adoption failed in July, I felt as if the world had once again failed me.  It's always impossible to see the sunshine when the dark clouds hover 2 inches in front of your face.  I couldn't help but question why we kept on getting rejected by birth families.  On October 10th, 2013 I got my answer.  An adoption situation came up that was risky and difficult.  A baby to be born out of state to a mother addicted to drugs.  The fees were higher this time requiring our family to max out every single piece of credit possible.  Not ideal by any means but it just felt right.  I had recently been getting the feeling that someone was missing.  At the grocery store I would be holding Noah's hand but still looking for another.  At night I would kiss my little man goodnight and then feel like I forgot someone.  I got the call the the birth mother had picked us and I knew, no matter how impulsive or how financially stupid, my baby was waiting for us to come get HER.

Adoption is an incredible experience.  It is undeniably orchestrated by God.  January seemed to take forever.  I tried to guard myself encase this adoption would also fail but I go all in.  Daily I would tell myself to not think about her but that was impossible.  I was in love with my daughter before I even met her.  Time marched on and we heard nothing.  Sometimes I questioned if this woman we really pregnant or if it was a scam of some sort.  Infertility does weird things to your brain.  We planned out our trip and tried to prepare our son.  We chose to take him with us because we were all about to have our life changed.  This was also going to be his first time on a airplane the first time out of state.    

On January 2, 2014 I found a soggy $10 bill on the street in front of my house.    I knew it was going to be a good day.  I took Noah to lunch when I got a text from my step mom announcing that my new niece Maci was just born.  About an hour later I got a call from my adoption agency reporting that our BM had gone into labor.  I called Adam and told him to come home because we needed to fly out to Texas.  60 min later I got a text that read "Baby is here."  Attached was an awkward slimy picture of a beautiful little girl with a head full of hair.  The fastest flight we could get left the next day.  Waiting here in Utah for 24 hours drove Adam and I both crazy.  I stayed up all night scrubbing the house from top to bottom.  With a lack of communication from our adoption agency, we didn't get to the right hospital for 2 days.

When we got to the hospital a representative from the agency was waiting for us in the lobby.  The birth mother had already signed the papers but had still requested to meet us.  I thought for sure it would be a while before we got to meet our little girl but when we arrived we were rushed into an elevator going up to the maternity ward.  The hospital didn't have a nursery so our little Avery was in a mothers room without a mother.  Unlike the other rooms, her door didn't have a bow or a name on it.  We opened that lonely door and there she was.  She was not only breath taking with beauty but also presented with a sweet and content soul.  She felt like ours instantly.

Later that night we had the pleasure of meeting Avery's birth mother.  This beautiful and selfless woman is truly amazing.  She has made mistakes in her life.  Who hasn't?  When she found out that she was pregnant this time, she had planned on having an abortion.  As things progressed she got this strong feeling that this baby had a family out there. She wanted her to go to an open-minded family who didn't care about race, had strong morals, and who could teach her daughter about Jesus.

I am so thankful for the opportunity to bring my family together through adoption.  All the heartache and sickening roller coaster dips makes it that much sweeter. I would put everything back on the line again if I had to in order to change the lives of my littles.

Welcome to the family baby girl.  We love you with all of our hearts.  It was wonderful to finally meet you.