I can’t describe what has been going on
lately as anything but a roller coaster ride. You’re up, you’re down- you feel
like you might puke, then you’re
excited because you realize how awesome the ride really was.
Our new agency places a lot of babies. We
have had 4 possible situations in just the last month (verse 2 years with 1).
The first situation was twins- very unique
twins. We were pumped, until we found out how long they would be in the hospital
3 hours from our house. That unfortunately did not work out for us.
The second situation, twins again. Similar
situation, huge hospital stay over 2 hours from our house. Again. Doesn’t work for us.
The third situation- twins. (Are you
sensing a pattern?? My mom had triplet dreams about us a long time ago so the
idea of twins make me laugh). Anyway- super excited. Then the mother decides
she isn’t
sure about adoption. TOTALLY BUMMED.
Later that day- we find out about another
baby (yes, just one- is it weird that I was slightly disappointed? I was just
starting to get used to the idea of twins!) We find out, she picked us and we’ll meet soon.
Hooray! Happy Dance! Everything we finally have been waiting for is going to
happen! We need to go buy stuff, baby is due in a little over a month. Holy
smokes, panic sets in. Then, I get a text. Oops, Mom changed her mind.
And here we are. Back at the beginning.
Starting the ride all over again. I am soooooo ready to get off this ride.
Keep praying, our baby (or babies!!) are
out there somewhere…
