Just over two weeks ago Jarrod and I were gifted flights and a getaway for a week to sunny Cancun, Mexico by an incredibly generous individual. We hopped flights last week and headed south to some crazy warm weather.
Our hearts were incredibly humbled and blessed by this huge, selfless gift. And honestly, we needed it. After months of spending what seems like every moment focusing on our adoption, I was ready to get away and not think about it anymore. I needed to tune out and forget about the waiting and the stress involved in the adoption process.
When we arrived, we were welcomed by a very hospitable staff at the Moon Palace Resort and quickly ushered to the VIP Elite Lounge for check-in. I couldn’t stop smiling – the resort was stunning and probably would be the nicest place we travel to for a very long time…if ever again. Our room was upgraded to an Ambassador Suite that came with many elite privileges, a Jacuzzi, balconies, a walk-in closet, resort credit to spend on pretty much anything, two excursions/tours, a private dinner, and 25 minutes massages, manis and pedis for both Jarrod and I.
It was beautiful there…to say the least. It was hot, but the humidity and warmth were happily welcomed by us instead of snow.
There were moments throughout the week when I would quickly think of our adoption process and what was to come when we arrived back in the States: more paperwork, more presenting to birth mothers…more waiting… But I quickly ushered those thoughts away and, for the majority of the days of our vacation adoption barely crossed my mind: HALLELUJAH!
On Friday we each got a massage, mani & pedi (and it was so funny to watch Jarrod get a mani & pedi - He was SO ticklish). I spent most the time laughing at him. I received two other massages during the trip using our resort credit that were phenomenal!
On Tuesday, we headed out on an excursion to the beautiful Mayan ruins at Tulum. Wow…. Words fail me to describe the beauty of the location. (See below)
On the way back to the hotel, we planned to spend Wednesday, our last day at the resort, soaking up the sun and enjoying every last minute of the getaway that we could.
Jarrod and I agreed with our work places that we would still keep up with emails while we were gone, so after we got back to our room from the excursion and before we headed down to lunch I jumped on my email quick to see if there was anything urgent that I needed to deal with.
AND THEN THE VACATION TURNED INTO MORE THAN I COULD EVER IMAGINE:
I saw the most beautiful email that I may ever receive. It was from our adoption consultant, Susan, and the subject line simply said “CALL ME!!!!!”…
Thanks to the free calls to the US from our room, I quickly dialed Susan’s number and screamed to Jarrod to come close. She happily answered her phone and said said, “I have good news! YOU’VE BEEN CHOSEN!”
The tears instantly started. I couldn’t breath. I got chills. We were stunned. WE WERE CHOSEN.
Before Jarrod and I left, we chose to present to a birth mother whose situation stood out to us very uniquely. We were both 100% in agreement and felt so right about it. So we said yes and shipped out our profile before we left. We didn’t know the exact date that the agency would be presenting to this sweet mom, but we knew it would be while we were gone. We received an email over the weekend that Wednesday was the day. Thankful that I had something to distract me from thinking too much about the presentation of our profile, we prayed over the situation and continued to focus solely on our getaway and time together.
And then the agency presented to this sweet mom on Tuesday and, from what we know, she immediately saw our profile and fell in love. So much so that she didn’t even want to see any other profiles… Oh my goodness. Even now, I can barely keep the tears from coming. Someone chose us.
She chose us.
Jarrod and I were shocked and overjoyed. I can’t even put into words the emotions that immediately flooded our hearts.
We had hoped for this.
We had prayed for this.
We had prayed for this exact situation: that this would be our birth mama. That this would be our baby.
Praise the Lord. She chose us.
And then Susan said the words that are forever melted in my heart. In a way that made me feel ownership as the parents of this baby. Susan said, “And….. you’re having a girl.”
We’re having a baby girl.
We have a daughter.
Our sweet daughter is due August 15th --- almost one year to the day that we found out that we would not be able to conceive biologically. Ha… that almost makes me laugh. God has always been faithful – almost in humorous ways.
Suddenly our getaway had turned into so much more. It was a true ‘babymoon’ celebrating that we were going to be parents. We had been chosen. We have a due date. We have a birth mama. We have a baby girl.
I can barely contain myself. I could type that a million times and it still wouldn’t feel real to me. I’ve spent so much time staring at the ultrasound picture repeating out loud, “that is our daughter.”
Praise the Lord. He is good. He is SO good.
Although I had planned before we left to post a blog post with pictures and brief updates from our trip once we returned, I am thrilled to be able to share this even more exciting news. God knew that no matter how much I worried and paced about the other situations that we presented to that none of them would be our child. And then, the one situation that we both felt so secure in, and the one time that I didn’t hover over my phone or pace or worry, God would bless us by allowing us to be chosen by a birth mom that we are so excited to get to know and build a relationship with.
Thanks to a sweet friend for sharing it with me, on the night that we found out that we were infertile, I cried myself to sleep in bed listening to the song on the video below. Yesterday, as I sit in the Cancun airport drafting this blog post, waiting to board an airplane to fly home, I couldn't help but listen to this song on repeat again:
God has faithfully brought us this point.
He has faithfully answered our prayers.
He has faithfully brought us a daughter in his timing.
He will continue to see us through no matter what.
“I can’t remember a trial or a pain, He did not recycle to bring me gain. I can’t remember one single regret, in serving God only and trusting His hand. All I have need of His hand will provide. He’s always been faithful to me.” (Sara Groves, He’s Always Been Faithful to Me)
Five months and we will meet our beautiful daughter… Mmm…
Thank you Jesus.