(The sky on Friday night)
Friday morning we got the call that we have been waiting for.
A birthmother had given birth the night before and we had been chosen to adopt TWIN boys.
Elated, we prepared for our trip to Colorado to pick up and bring home the tiny babies. Car seats, preemie clothes, diapers, formula and even names. We were ready for our dreams to finally be coming true.
Then the birthmother stopped answering her phone.
We waited around all day Saturday hoping for a call. Nothing.
Our adoption agent had left numerous messages but none had been returned.
Discouragement set in.
Still, we waited all night.
Today we got the call that we were fearing, but expecting. The birthmother had been discharged and had taken the boys home with her.
We are heartbroken. Frustrated. Tired. Sad.
Its been a tough day.
I returned all of the baby items this afternoon hoping it would be therapeutic, a way to put an end to this chapter. I can't say it helped, but it needed to be done.
Then we took Sam out to the Children's Museum to get our minds off of things but there were babies and bellies everywhere. At least Sam had fun.
We will heal. Hopefully those boys will be cared for as well as we would have. We will try again. I will continue to pine for little babies. Matt will continue to assure me that it will happen one day. Sam will go on calling his dogs his brother and sister.
For now, anyway.