{For as long as I can remember} I have wanted at least 4 kids. I never had any plans or desires to adopt until...
{March 2012} after watching my sister-in-law go through the process of adopting her daughter & reading the book Radical (among other things), my husband and I came to the conclusion that God was calling us to adopt internationally. Although in my heart I wanted another bio baby, I knew that I had to give that desire to the Lord. In all honesty, there was a bit of a grieving process there for me. Yet I knew that doing hard things was a part of following Jesus, so we were doing something right.
{August 2012} After lots of paperwork, blah, blah, blah (see previous post), our dossier was complete, and we were on the waiting list. By this time, I was stoked. I had nursed my no-more-bio-kids grief with thoughts like, "Yay! I don't have to gain any more baby weight! I can anticipate the arrival of our son while rocking my skinny jeans." And, "bye-bye morning sickness and excessive first trimester fatigue! Not gonna miss you." Also, "I will only have to deal with some jet lag instead of I-just-pushed-a-baby-out-and-now-I-feel-like-I-just-got-hit-by-a-truck exhaustion whilst taking care of a newborn." Adoption was going to rock! I kid you not... two weeks later...
{September 2012} I was staring at a positive pregnancy test thinking, "Oh. No." But oh yes. It was true. My husband handled the news in his usual sunny side up style. "All right! Looks like we're going to have two babies. We'll just call 2013 the year of chaos." I wasn't convinced. In fact, I was confused, frustrated, and overwhelmed. Ultimately, we decided that continuing the adoption while I was pregnant was an unwise option. Yep - more grieving. (What was God doing to me?! I had just gotten over the loss of the first hypothetical baby and now I had to start all over again!) Once the decision was made to table our adoption plans, things got easier... at least emotionally. Fast forward several months of weight gain, exhaustion, discomfort, and varicose veins...
{May 2013} Baby C entered the world! The pregnancy was not much fun (apart from those miraculous baby kicks), but I was blessed with a very smooth labor, delivery, and recovery. I actually thought at one point, "I could do this again!" I adored my baby son, and I couldn't imagine life without him. Yet the question remained... "What are we going to do about the adoption??" There were no easy answers. We prayed. We fasted. We weighed all the options. Eventually, we knew what we had to do. It was harder to take the leap the second time around, though. I mean... I JUST had a baby!! Could I really handle another one?!
{August 2013} We took that step of faith and got back on the waiting list. (A year, to the day, from the first time we went on it.) That same weekend, we were offered a referral! Ahhh!! We said yes. We got pictures of our precious baby boy. We discovered that he is nearly the same age as baby C. (Chocolate and vanilla twins - oh my!) The bonding has already begun, friends. It is beautiful. There are still scary moments. There are still overwhelming moments. (And he's not even home yet!) But it is right and it is good because God is good. He loves A enough to shake up my little world and make a place for him in our family.
From everyone who has been given much, much will be demanded; and from the one who has been entrusted with much, much more will be asked. Luke 12:48
That is me. That my husband. We have been given much, and we must give much. We have been blessed to be a blessing. Will you pray for us? Will you pray for our sweet Ethiopian son? We can not do this on our own strength. Our son's little abandoned heart can not heal on its own. We need Jesus the sustainer and healer. We need His Church.
We don't yet know when we will bring our newest son home, but the estimate that we were given is January 2014. I will do my best to post periodic updates on this crazy journey.
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Here is the drawing that L created after finding out the news of her new brother. It features our three youngest with their ages written above their heads. : )

