About Adoption

What can be written about adoption that hasn’t already been written?  They are always such personal narratives and each unique.  My story is not unlike many others but it is mine and has helped to make me who I am today.

Having a child was always in my genes.  I was raised in a family of five.   All of my siblings have families of three to four children each.  Growing up I was known as the “babysitter on my block” and when I got older I was Auntie to 13 nieces and nephews.  I love children.

But sometimes destiny isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

After many years of “trying” (translate: Sex) and having “procedures” (translate: Surgeries. Hormones.  Injections. Trips to Vancouver. Calendars. Money. Stress. Pain. Hell.) I had nothing to show for it.  It did not matter what was going on in my professional life.  I was a failure.  A hollow shell of a woman.  I felt there was nothing inside of me.

I left for two months to travel Europe.  Alone. I have referred to this time as “my little mental breakdown” but in actuality I was in a cocoon.  When I emerged, I had opened myself up for the process of adoption.  I would be a Mother but I would never get pregnant.  If you have not been through this transition–where you begin to abandon the idea of ever getting pregnant and move toward the idea of becoming a Mother I can say it is not an easy one.  You question your very Self.

Once we decided to adopt we stopped speaking in medical terms and start talking about things like Countries.  Gender.  Race.  Age.  Length of Time. Open.  Closed.  Birth Mother.  Integration. Bonding. A whole new vocabulary.  And then came the waiting game.  Not much of a game in retrospect.

Nine months after we began the process (really, nine months) my husband and I found ourselves in a stark, budget hotel room holding our two-day-old daughter Melody.

If you are going through any of what I have written about I can only say “You are awesome.  No one will ever understand what your are going through.”  I also say to you that you have to find your own path.  Let no one tell you what is right or wrong, easy or hard, worth doing or not.  There is only what is right for you.  For me the right answer turned out to be adoption.  I had to go through those years of toxicity to be able to finally come to the conclusion that adoption was the best route.  I wish I had not.  I wish a wand could have been waved over me 10 years before and showed me the road to adoption.  It would have saved me so much loss and pain and time.  But then again, I would never have found my daughter.

When we brought Melody home for the first time someone said to me “It is so great what you have done–giving her the chance for a great life.”

But they didn’t understand.  It was Melody that rescued me.

Day One

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7 Responses to About Adoption

  1. Rose Siemens (aka GrapeSqueezie) says:

    This is beautifully shared Sandra. Thank you.

  2. Rick says:

    I am a father, and I am also a grandfather. However, I have not walked in your shoes. I know NOT of what you speak.
    However, I DO know that it is love that makes everything “right”. Not genes, not hormones, not DNA, but love. Nothing more, nothing less. I strongly suspect that your relatively short post is but a tiny peak into your experience of adoption. But I feel the love, I can “see” its there. Yes, you feel Melody rescued you, but YOU are the one who rescued the love.
    I hope that some day, I will meet your daughter, but when she is a grown up, someday as a mother herself, because she will be a great mom. You know how I know that? Because she has a great mom herself.

    Oh ya, and those CURLS! 🙂

    With love, thanks for sharing.

  3. Tanya @muddero6 says:

    Beautiful post Sandra! You can feel the love through it.

  4. love love love
    love love love
    hope to meet you and your loved one one day
    there is nothing on earth like being a mom

  5. A miserable, difficult journey, but the end is SO GLORIOUS! When we decided to adopt and then foster, it was 9 months from our decision to our first placement (which happened the same weekend BOTH my twin brothers had baby girls). What a miracle – the waiting, the not knowing, and then the holding in your arms. After both experiences, adoption was the most difficult work (how on EARTH do you prove you are a worthy parent without the opportunity TO parent?) and took much longer (in the end) to complete. Grateful for your beautiful story. And for the answer – because I feel the same way, the children are the ones who saved ME.

  6. Sandra says:

    Thank you for this beautifully written article. It brought tears to my eyes. We share a very similar experience. Both my children are adopted… a girl who is now 3 years old and a boy who is 3 months old.

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