So last we left the adoption story . . .

. . . we headed home with an empty carseat, and totally deflated and confused. The more we thought about it, the more we realized we didn't know who was to blame for our fruitless trip. Was it the birthmother, who's story kept changing, and everyone believed her, or was it the agency's staff who did not verify the bmom's doctor's visits and reports. We had a new due date of August 1st, but didn't believe this was ever going to happen.

Oh, it was horrible going back to work after that . . . everyone thinking we had our baby boy home. truthfully, i don't remember much from the end of May until July 10, 2004. Thankfully, "Chief" (what we called him during the pg) made his appearance well before August, and before I had totally lost my mind.

I don't remember where we were coming from on that Saturday afternoon, or why we were even together, but my cell rang as we were parking the car in the garage, and it was the agency director's cell number. I immediately knew this was it . . . and I was right. M* had been admitted to the hospital with labor pains, and was good to go. GREAT! Except, how do we get to Florida late Saturday evening? There were no flights that night, so we had to wait for the 6am flight Sunday morning. We packed, ordered in Thai food, called who w needed to call . . . I couldn't stand it anymore after awhile, so I just went to bed. Somehow I managed to fall asleep, but hubby woke me up just after midnight says he just got the call that Chief was born at 11:51pm, and all was fine. We were meeting our son the next morning!

If anyone has the book, Tell Me Again About the Night I Was Born, you can just read that and understand what happened from then until we finally arrived at the hospital. The anticipation was unbelievable. But we made it. At 11am on July 11th, we met our son, and I held him for the first time. My life had begun . . . again.