Five years ago today, I went to work like every other day. However, I knew I’d be racing home at the end of the day to meet a potential birth mom.
I wore an outfit that I thought looked professional and like I was capable of being a mom. Now i realize the irony in this attempt. 😂
My job as an advertising exec took me to regular client meetings and on this day, I was at the Kansas state capitol; about an hour away from my office. When the meeting ended, I realized I had missed about 50 calls from my husband, my office, and the adoption attorney we were working with.
The birth mom we were to meet that evening had gone into pre-term labor. Unable to reach me, my husband jumped in his car and went straight to the hospital.
You always hear stories of dads-to-be doing something ridiculous in the midst of the birth of their child, but I bet most of them don’t leave without the mom-to-be! 😬 He said he was in total shock and didn’t want to miss anything.
Trying to be the responsible parent I was hoping to be, I grabbed an overnight bag and arranged for dog sitters. However, I couldn’t stop thinking about what I should wear (again!). I was so nervous, and obviously not thinking clearly, so my dad drove me to the hospital. When we got there, Matt was in the lobby waiting for us. I still tease him that he forgot me.
We awkwardly went into the delivery room and met this beautiful young woman. We visited for an hour or so, each of us wondering what was going to happen. I felt a strong connection to her, like an instant click, but had to leave so she could make her decision.
I desperately hoped that she liked me as much as I liked her. My stomach was in knots and we needed to decompress. We left the hospital and went to buy a few baby things, in case she selected us. We ate dinner at the only restaurant still open at 10 pm and talked about everything but the topic at hand. My dad, who tells notoriously long stories, provided a good distraction. But, all I could think about was what to name the baby if we were to become his parents. I must have checked my phone a million times to see if anyone called us back.
Fortunately, the birth mom chose to place the baby with us. When we got the call, we went back to the hospital immediately and stayed up all night talking with the birth family. We stepped out during delivery to allow her privacy, and spent several stressful hours waiting to see what would happen next.
At 8:44 am, our precious baby was born! The feeling of walking in to meet him was surreal – tingly and numb at the same time.
Baby Oliver changed our lives and I love reliving the experience with him.
Thanks for letting me share!