I’m writing this post from our hotel room. We just had pizza delivered and Max is watching cartoons. Mike is sitting over on the bed watching as well, except he is also looking down at his chest from time to time. Mini (her blog nickname from this point on) is snuggling up against him, her daddy.
We didn’t expect that today would be the day we’d all come home from the hospital. It seems unreal to me, actually, that she is already “home” with us. Today was Placement Day. Today was the day A. signed her papers transferring guardianship over to the adoption agency, followed by a time in which we signed our papers as the named adoptive parents.
This is the day in which we cried a million tears and said goodbye to the birth family. We’ll see each other in just another week, as we planned to do for a while now. We need to stay here in CO for two weeks while paperwork is processed and the state gives us the green light to go home. But even though today wasn’t the final goodbye, it felt so in every way.
A’s entire family was in her room, along with us and the adoption counselor, and we were all on the verge of tears as we packed up everything for the cars. Many friends had come to visit in the last 2 days, bringing flower arrangements, balloons and stuffed animals. The last two days we celebrated. But as the discharge papers were signed and the mood of the room shifted, our emotions hit us like a brick wall.
I’ll never forget the image of J. (birth father) standing over Mini’s bassinet after I slowly and quietly dressed her in her going-home outfit. He was dressed in a dark suit because he had just come from church, looking so much more grown up than a high school senior. As he fixed her blanket, tears were running down his cheeks. Then he picked up Mini and ceremoniously brought her to A’s arms.
After a moment, the counselor made the suggestion that we gather together to pray. We held hands and she led us in a prayer. I wish that I could remember it word for word, it was that beautiful. We were all crying.
We took our time hugging each other and A. and I wouldn’t let go for what seemed like an eternity. I didn’t know what to say. How could I ever find the words to express how my heart breaks for her at the same time as it overflows with love for what she is doing?
Adoption is both of those things.
We’re blessed to experience this kind of love.
Mike looking at his beautiful daughter
Max holding Mini for the first time
A close-up of our baby sweet
I’m giving Mini her first bottle at the hotel
Max learning how to hold her and after taking the pictue I heard him say, “I’m your big brother” then he sang her a lullaby