Adoption was a means we chose to grow our family, even before we tied the knot.
We weren’t too surprised when two years had passed and I was not pregnant; I have autoimmune diseases and a list of diagnoses: a broken body. Sometimes our bodies just don’t work the right way. As we emailed back and forth with an adoption consultant, sifting through the multitude of paths to becoming a family for a child through adoption, we decided domestic infant adoption was our first path.
Surprisingly and suddenly two lines resembling a positive pregnancy test appeared and the gift shocked us; we had yet to sign papers instigating the adoption process and wanted to take special care that we “spread the babies out,” so we halted the process of adoption. Too soon, we said goodbye to that tiny baby first conceived in my womb. The surprise of the blood was gripping, halting me in time, shaking me to my core; I was not ready to say goodbye.
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