The Day I Met You
It was a normal Wednesday afternoon, I was at work when I got the call... "We have a baby for you"I asked her to repeat it because surely I heard her wrong. Again she said "We have a baby for you" she said it with a chuckle because I'm sure she heard the doubt in my voice. Without letting her talk the questions exploded out of my mouth...."Where, When, What do I do, Is it a boy or girl?" All she could tell me at that moment was that it was a boy and he was being released from the hospital. She instructed me to meet her at the Hospital the next day and she would fill me in on the details.
I hung up the phone and just fell back into my chair at my desk, at first in shock. I replayed in my head what had just been said to assure myself it was not a dream. Then I cried. Was this it, was this really the call I've been waiting for?
My husband Terry and I had finished and graduated from the parenting classes to become Certified Foster/Adoptive Parents the previous July 2012, passed our home inspection in January 2013 and was told to just wait for the call. Here it is March 27, 2013 and it is now time to act.
After the call I told my husband first then everyone else I could think of. I was as excited as if I had just found out I was pregnant and going into labor all at the same time. I couldn't sleep that night, I tossed and turned. Terry had to work the next day so I brought my mom with me to the hospital.
Although this was the moment we had prayed for, planned for, dreamed of ....little did we know or understand the emotional rollercoaster we were about to board on to. Some that are close to us will claim that they endured the same stress and emotions as us but that is so far from the truth. No one can truly understand the process unless you actually walk the path yourself as a Foster/Adoptive Parent. Even though we were opening our home and heart to this precious little boy, we had no clue how long he would be with us. Would it be a couple weeks, a couple months....forever? But that day none of that mattered. It only mattered that my dream was coming true, even if for a short little while.
I arrived at the hospital and my stomach was in knots, I felt like I might vomit at any moment but was so happy at the same time. The case worker came to meet my mom and I in the waiting area and as she led us up the elevator she started to explain Benjamin's situation. Ben was born addicted to drugs on January 29, 2013 and had remained in NICU (Newborn Intensive Care Unit) the entire first 2 months of his life to wean him off the drugs. Before entering I had to scrub down and put all the medical garb on.... gown, cap, gloves, face mask. As we entered I could hear loud screaming and the nurse motioned me his direction. There were several babies in there but I soon learned the screeching sound was coming from only Benjamin. The nurse began to explain as he showed me how to calm little Ben. Even though his method was correct it was not working. He gently picked Ben up and placed him in my arms. I felt weak in the knees and faint. I actually thought to myself "What have I gotten myself into?" All this was happening so fast and I didn't know what to do. The original plan was to take him home that night but the nurse offered for me to stay the night in one of the guest rooms with Ben in the room with me. What a relief!!! That way if I had any questions or concerns the nurse would just be down the hall.
This was the very first picture I took of my little Ben. I fell in love that day. I was so thankful for the kind nurse that helped me that night. I don't remember his name but I'll never forget his kindness. As we were preparing to leave the next morning the nurse came in to say goodbye to Ben. He held him, kissed his forehead and I think I saw a tear as he handed him back to me and said "Thank you Momma" Of course I teared up as well. That was the very first time someone called me Momma. My life will never be the same and I thank God every day for my little miracle.
There's so much more to this story so tune in next time. God Bless!



