Mikayla

Mikayla, you came and made me a mother. You came and made Mark a father. It happened instantly. How you came to be with us is not something I’ll be writing about here, it will be a private letter for you, but this is to let you know how you came and changed our lives.

Mikayla, you are and I may possibly be bias, the most beautifull precious girl I’ve ever seen. I can’t believe my luck. Your eyes and skin and gorgeous dark head of hair, those long fingers and extra long feet, I can’t believe I get to kiss all of that on a daily basis. It’s only been a week and yet, I can’t think of a day that you weren’t with us, possibly due to lack of sleep but I don’t mind .
Mikayla, you are so loved and adored and bringing out the gooiness in everyone. The small package that you are, packs an attitude that, I will admit, I’m worrying about later on because you are sassy and feisty and a fighter.
Mikayla, our journey  will be a long one to completion and we will literally do anything we can for you to keep you safe and secure in our lives.  Our love for you was instant and it’s growing day by day. 
Mikayla, you are indeed what your name means, Gift from God.
We love you like you will never understand. You are our baby. You made us parents. You made us a family. 
Till next time…

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Father’s day

Ever had a days when you literally envy other people? Days when you feel like you would want to carry someone else’s pain and longing just until midnight? Father’s day is one for me.

I always have the freedom to write about my pain, longing, sadness and never really try to convey my husband’s pain.  I’m trying today, 00:20, 20.06.2017, I’m trying.

He has a kind heart with a very very stubborn streak. He does not like to be corrected. He goes on the defense if you get too close to the truth but today, as always, he’s also a longing parent, even still a grieving parent.

He hides it well, his excitement. I know he can’t wait for our family to start the road to completion. He had doubts whether he could love a child as his own but all his doubts dissappeared with having Will around. He feels for and with that boy.  It’s like he is his own. This I know for sure, it wont matter how our family comes to be, that same love, heart and passion will follow with whatever child enters our home, he/she will be ours.


Many days I think about this and we have had many conversations about this…a lot op people get things easily, children, jobs, money, you name it. We are not those people. We believe that God leaves the struggles for His strongest soldiers, knowing that we can handle disappointment after disappointment after…that we have faith in His promises and love for us…that each set back is making us stronger in our beliefs as we hold onto the promises our Father made.

So father’s day is another one that makes you grab onto belief that his time will come and he will appreciate is so much more than many others will because he fought for years to get there.  

We wont know what the following years will bring but no one can tell me that adopted children will be worse than own. I have only 1 sister, who didn’t bother to even text a mother’s day or father’s day wish to our own parents, it’s like she fell out of the sky and just appeared and that is blood. She ultimately makes me believe that our children wont need our DNA to be ours because we share DNA and she doesn’t want to be apart of it.

So for this year 2017, we sat out these days again, celebrating other fathers, our fathers, brothers, cousins. Praying for 2018 to be the time where the fuss will be for him on this day, so much fuss that it will make him feel uncomfortable…for real.

Till next time…

What I wish I could say.

I am completely overwhelmed with feelings, in a good way. My heart skips a beat everytime I think about the fact that somewhere in the future we will be Mommy and Daddy. I feel like I don’t know what to do with myself.

Over last weekend I decided to unpack the baby stuff we bought 3 years ago. I loved holding and folding it. I even got myself so far as to clean out the drawers that was meant for baby in the first place and packed the clothes in there. So now there are no other crap in there, just tiny little clothes, bottles, blankies, cloth nappies and whtever else I had. Somehow, while packing it in there, it kind of sunk in. This is it, no turning back. I ordered the cot, we know which travel system we’ll be buying, baby bags and all that, I just need to take my time, yeah right, and get these things as quick as we can, just to be safe. I can’t believe we have 4 drawers filled with baby stuff and a cot that’s being made as we speak.

This has been a long time in the making. I know it’s still a long way to go, as we have no idea when we will get the call, but at least we are only waitng for the call and not on pins and needles anymore. That Thursday before the desicion was made, was certainly the worst we had and thinking that we’d have to go into the weekend with those feelings, were almost too much for me, but that Glorious Friday at 12:00pm, we literally cried and know one will truely understand the relief that washes over you. God has fullfilled his promise to us made on 31.12.2013, after a horrible 2013, He gave us the answer.

Now we wait and prepare and pray, most of all, that the right match will be made. This is why we never give up, why would we? His promised was fullfilled, He never lies.

Till next time…

We were offered a baby…

Exactly as the title says.

On our anniversary date I received a message from someone I know of, but do not know asking me to please speak to her. Since I’ve never spoken to her, I tell her I’ll talk later, since we are out celebrating our anniversary. Then she says this: “I want you to adopt my baby.”

Now she has our attention. We can’t openly discuss this now, since Joy is with us and so now have to talk in code.

I admit, I’m an emotional thinker. My first thoughts were unrealistic and naive, because wanting something so bad, causes you to be like that, but this is a totally new situation for us and we had to be cool, calm and collected about it.

With a promise that I will contact her later, we continue with dinner, still discussing this the entire time. ‘How far along is she? Where is the father? How does something like this work? Do we want a baby who’s birth mother are known to us? Why does she want to do this?’ are only some of the questions we asked each other. We decided that we will try and help first before we get to the adoption side, to have her figure out what is best for her.

Now the story. She and her boyfriend broke up, now 4 months ago. She immediately got together with a new boyfriend. She did a test that showed 3 weeks in July, but the doctor says she is 3 months. Now she doesn’t know who the father of the baby is. She doesn’t want the baby if it is her ex’s and she can’t tell me what she would do if it is the new bf’s baby. All she knows is she can’t raise a child. She hates the child already and wants nothing to do with it. I try to help her calculate how far along she could be. We end up at 9 weeks, not 3 weeks or 3 months. Which means it’s the new bf’s baby, since she got pregnant a month after breaking up with the ex, but she can’t accept that (something you’re not telling us?). I go into it with questions I should not be asking, but I do, because we can feel that she is not telling the complete story. I ask her to please go to a doctor, so he can do the proper testing to find out how far along she is and then we can talk again, because she is not certain and we can’t help if she is not clear about this.

We don’t want to influence her at all, so I tell her that I will contact a social worker to explain to all of us how this will work, should we continue with this. She does not want a social worker involved, I must just take the baby. Again and again I have to explain to her that’s not the way it works. Even with longing heart I can’t do that. Now she tells me the ex wants the baby, but she does not want him to have it and she doesn’t want it either. Telling her that he must also sign adoption papers is useless. Telling her we want it done legally is useless. Telling her that we’d rather have a social worker deal with her than us ourselves is useless.

So this goes on for about 3 weeks now, her telling me I must take the child, me asking if she went to the doctor, her saying she hates the child, me saying she should calm down and talk to the social worker. By this time I am running cold, because she is in her late 20’s. Grown enough to understand how reproduction works. Grown enough to understand that we can all get in trouble for what she wants us to do without the ‘father’s’, who is aware of the child, consent.I get fed up, because how can we even try to just help you figure this out if you don’t listen or try to understand the issue.

Monday I told her I’ll send the social workers number so she can contact her, because I can’t do this with her. She wants it one way and we want it a proper way to cover our own asses. She just wants to get rid of it. This is why I feel comfortable today to write and share this, because we will not pursuing this at all. If she should ask for assistance again, I will point her to the right people, but we can’t do this with HER. She won’t tell the real story or go and find out what’s really going on to help herself, so that’s it. If she decided to go ahead, there is lots of other people out there who will be willing to raise her child on the down low, that’s not us.

She does not understand that the ‘father’, who has a good job and life, can come and take the child away and we can’t do anything. Her parents can do the same, hell she can just change her mind someday and come and take the child. No, even though we are longing and hurting for a baby of our own, we won’t do this. It’s called a limit.

Till next time.