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Addie's Adoption Story
Part 1
October 27, 2004 Okay, seeing as Addie turns one month old today (4 weeks exactly), I figured I'd better get her birth/adoption story down before my self-inflicted deadline. Just like me to get it in, just under the wire! The majority of names have been changed for privacy. Of course, knowing me, it's long - very long. 13 pages. But I wanted to get down all the details, both for myself, and for anyone who is interested, to see what it's really like. I checked Taylor's adoption story, and oddly enough, it was 13 pages too! Spring 04 We decided when Taylor was about 15 months old that we wanted to begin the process for baby #2. We weren't in any particular hurry, so made an appointment for May, when Taylor would be 18 months old. In the meantime, we set about getting our home study stuff done - doctors appointments, fingerprinting, DMV clearances, etc. As we did with our first adoption, we headed to our intake appointment with well over 75% of our paperwork done and ready to turn in. I'd also brought a draft of our new Dear Birthmother letter for critique. We scheduled our first home visit and worked on collecting any outstanding items. Our home study was finished and approved in 4 weeks, on June 12th, right as we were leaving on a two-week family vacation. Summer 04 At the end of June I found out that an acquaintance of mine, Kim, had recently matched with a birthmother in Las Vegas named Lindsey. Kim had been roommates with my good friend Marjorie for several years. I'd seen Kim at Marjorie's wedding shower, bachelorette weekend, and then wedding the past fall. We had talked about our various infertility experiences, and I told her about my adoption experience, and she met Taylor (the best adoption advertising there is!), and soon afterwards, she and her husband moved on to adoption in a more concrete way. Anyway, Kim sent me a photo of her and her hubby and the birthmother, and my first reaction was, "Oh, she's cute! I could match with a birthmother like that!" In July Kim found out that they were expecting a little girl, who was due to be born at the end of September. Not much happened during the next few months. I had one e-mail lead in June that lasted about a month and then petered out. I didn't have strong hopes for it, but it was a nice distraction. July turned to August and August inevitably veered into September. During this time, I helped a few people with their Dear Birthmother letters or websites, in some cases doing some of the photos, editing text, or doing the layout and graphics. Within a two-week period in early September, two of the people I had helped, matched with birthmothers. I was very happy for them, and took a small amount of credit for their matches. We had already been waiting longer than we had waited to match with Taylor's birthmother. In Taylor's case, we were contacted by her birthmother after having been in the book one month - we corresponded via e-mail and telephone for a month, we flew out to meet them, matched, and then waited 12 weeks for Taylor to be born. Clearly I was doing something right, marketing-wise - and I felt strongly that soon our birthmother would find us. I knew she was out there, and assumed that our baby would be a few months behind that. Monday, September 20, 2004 I got an e-mail from my friend Kim, telling me that she had some good news. She was 13 weeks pregnant! She told me that she'd unmatched with Lindsey, but that all was well and she was due this week. I wrote her back and sent her hearty congratulations about her unexpected pregnancy. I also asked about Lindsey, if she was matched already. Kim wrote me back and told me that they had unmatched in August, and she thought that Lindsey was already matched with another couple. Wednesday, September 22, 2004 Two days later I got another e-mail from Kim - short and sweet. She said that Lindsey wasn't matched, and wanted my toll-free number to pass on to Lindsey. This was two days before Lindsey's due date of 9/24/04. I e-mailed Kim back and asked her a few basic questions, such as drug or alcohol use, race of the child, and financial issues, the answers to which could be deal breakers. I figured if it wasn't a match, I didn't want to talk to her on the phone and get emotionally connected or excited about the prospect of this child coming so soon. Well, the answers all matched, and on the surface, it was a good fit. Lindsey didn't have a computer, so Kim printed out our adoption website and faxed it over to the residence hotel that Lindsey and her boyfriend and kids were living at. Kim said that Lindsey would try to call me in a few hours, but that if she didn't, I should call her. I waited a few hours, and called Lindsey. She answered the phone, and we chatted. Lindsey, 20, was a stay at home mom, and her boyfriend Ron, 42, was a floor layer (carpet, hardwoods, tile, etc). I assumed that she'd seen our website pages, but she hadn't, so she was talking to me "blind." I'd seen her photo months before (and had looked at it again as soon as I found out she was available!). So, I gave her our basic story and we got to know each other. We had a good conversation and talked for an hour total, and I got the distinct impression that the fact that Kim recommended us gave us major bonus points. Of course I had the same feeling - I felt like if Kim had thought that Lindsey was a scammer, or not going to place, she wouldn't have offered to set us up. At one point I was telling Lindsey briefly about how we connected and matched with Taylor's birthmother, and said that unfortunately we didn't have the luxury of time in this instance. I told her that I was very interested in continuing with this possible match, but that I thought that the next step would be for Lindsey to call our agency and register with them. Typically, if a birthmother is a scammer, they will hesitate to call the agency, or stall, or just never call. Plus, there really was no way to work with Lindsey without getting our agency involved. About 30 minutes after I hung up with Lindsey, our agency called to tell me that Lindsey had called and registered with them. We talked briefly about both of our impressions of Lindsey, her financial needs, and our gut instincts on whether she would place -- we both felt like she would place. About an hour later, Lindsey called back to tell me that she'd contacted the agency, and they were sending her paperwork, overnight. We had another good conversation the second time, but she still hadn't seen our website pages - she had no idea what we looked like still. We agreed to talk again the next day, and thought about the idea of us going down to Las Vegas to meet her. Thursday, September 23, 2004 By Thursday evening we'd spoken again, and got into subjects like having us in the room when the baby was born, names (Addison Grace, which she loved!), whether or not she wanted to hold the baby (she didn't think she wanted to, but I encouraged her to reconsider), how open she wanted the adoption to be, and some of the possible grief issues she'd be likely to face afterwards. At that point it was pretty clear that we both felt like this was going to be a match, so I told her that Rob and I really wanted to fly down that weekend to meet her in person. This was too important of a decision to be made without meeting first. She agreed, and was happy about the fact that we wanted to come down. Friday, September 24, 2004 Lindsey hadn't received the overnighted documents from the agency, so I offered to drive the 20 minutes over to our agency, pick up the forms, and hand deliver them to Lindsey, so did that on Friday, along with pack and make arrangements for some place to stay in Las Vegas, both for this quick weekend visit, and during the birth, which could be at any time. Saturday, September 25, 2004 We flew down to Las Vegas on Saturday morning (the day after her due date), and had made arrangements to stay with the parents of good friends of ours. We met Lindsey, her two kids Peter 5, and Paige 3, and Lindsey's mom Joanie at a local restaurant. The birthfather, Ron, was working in California, and unable to get home, so we didn't get to meet him. We sat outside on a covered patio in the 100-degree heat so that we could be next to a play structure, so the kids could come and go and we could talk with fewer interruptions. I had brought a couple of old fashioned wooden toys for the kids, and some bath salts and scrubs for Lindsey. We hit it off right away. We had a nice lunch, and decided to head on over to the hospital to get Lindsey registered. Kim and her husband had been paying for a private OB while they were matched, but since they had unmatched, Lindsey had been unable to afford that doctor, so had switched over to a new doctor, and consequently a new hospital, but hadn't yet gone in. So, we all trouped over to the hospital, but were unable to get her registered because she needed to get her records from the other doctor, as well as apply for Medicaid. We left, and agreed to meet again the next day, and fill out the forms that I'd brought down. After they were filled out, I would hand carry them back to the agency. Sunday, September 26, 2004 We met at a McDonalds with a play-place, and again spent a few hours together, eating lunch and filling out all the forms that we could. We made arrangements to pay their rent for the next week, and gave them a $100 gift card to the supermarket, so they would have some food and other necessities. I asked Lindsey if she felt she was anywhere near going into labor, because if she felt any cramping or contractions, I'd have made arrangements to stay in Las Vegas. She assured me she felt nothing, but both she and her mother said that she'd gone very fast in both of her previous labors. Monday, September 27, 2004 We left on Monday morning, came home, and waited for the phone to ring. I spoke to Lindsey a few times that week, but nothing seemed to be happening. Ron still hadn't been able to get home, and I commented that she was probably going to go into labor as soon as he did. Thursday, September 30, 2004 On Thursday afternoon I got a call from my stepmother telling me that my father was in the hospital with chest pains. He had a triple bypass 22 years ago, and has been incredibly healthy ever since -- he rides 10-14 miles a day on his bicycle, and his doctors tell him he is healthier now than he was before his surgery. He'd had some major pains in the past few years that have been attributed to heartburn/stomach acid, but they weren't sure what this one was, and were running tests. Our original plan was for my dad and stepmother to take Taylor for us when we got "the call," so we decided that we'd take Taylor with us when the call came. 30 minutes later , around 3:00pm, the phone rang again. I was expecting it to be my stepmom. It was Lindsey, letting me know that her water had just broken. She wasn't having any contractions yet. Although this was her third child, she was kind of freaked out about it. I calmed her down and told her that it was perfectly normal, and that she should make sure to eat something before she went to the hospital, because it could still likely be a while. We told her that our plan was to drive down to Las Vegas, which usually takes about 10 hours. But, Rob wouldn't be home for another 2 hours due to some work commitments, so we didn't think we'd be arriving in Las Vegas until very early the next morning. There was a bit of drama at this point, because she'd called her mom, Joanie, first while hysterical, and her mom was trying to come get her to take her to the hospital. Lindsey doesn't drive, and is dependent on her mom and anyone else to get her around town. Her mom's car is very unreliable, and Joanie was worried that she wouldn't make it in time to get Lindsey to the hospital, so Joanie called the paramedics. The paramedics arrived while I was talking to her on the phone, so she hung up and told me she'd call me later. The paramedics were going to take her to the hospital, but they wouldn't take the kids, so they were going to call the cops and have the cops take the kids, which freaked Lindsey out, so she sent the paramedics away. Joanie finally arrived, the paramedics were still there, so they took Lindsey, and Joanie took the kids, and they all finally arrived at the hospital. Lindsey had started to have contractions in the ambulance, and at one point her blood pressure had dropped so low that she passed out, and caused quite a worry. Joanie called me around 5:45pm to tell me that Lindsey was heavily contracting, 4 cm dilated, but there were no beds available. Lindsey was in a hospital gown, had an IV in, and was sitting in the L&D "lobby" area, laboring in a chair. I could hear her moaning in the background. Joanie said that they really wanted us to be there, so Rob and I talked (he wasn't home yet) and changed our plans. We booked tickets on a 10:00pm flight out of SFO, which would arrive around midnight. Rob would take Taylor to our friends house, and I'd scoot on over to the hospital to see Lindsey and support her. I called Joanie back and told her the new plans. Rob finally got home; we packed up our stuff, Taylor's stuff, and the baby's stuff, and headed out for the airport. We arrived in the long-term parking lot, unloaded the car, and caught the shuttle to the airport. Rob's cell phone rang, and it was a Las Vegas number. He handed it to me, and I answered it. It was Joanie - after a 6 hour labor, the baby had been born at 8:40pm, weighed 8lbs 9oz, was 20.5 inches long, had a head full of hair, and was beautiful! Apparently Lindsey went so fast that she didn't have time for an epidural. Excited, we boarded our flight. Friday, October 1, 2004 We arrived in Las Vegas around 12:30am and stuck to our original plan - Rob took Taylor to our friend's house to go to bed, and I took an overnight bag and hopped in a cab for the hospital. When Taylor was born I was doing adoptive breastfeeding, and the hospital was very supportive and arranged for me to have a room and room-in with Taylor. I didn't know if this hospital would be the same, but brought my bag, just in case. On the way to the hospital it occurred to me that I'd be arriving in the middle of the night, and they may not let me in. Oh well, I was on my way, and I wanted to see both Lindsey and this baby that might be mine. I arrived at the hospital around 1:30am and made my way up to the labor and delivery ward. I checked in at the front desk and was finally taken to see Lindsey. Her mom was there with her. Ron had finally arrived right after the baby was born and had taken the kids home to sleep. She seemed to be doing well, although wasn't in a permanent room yet. The midwife who attended the birth and supported her during it was there, and had wanted to meet me. I was glad that Lindsey had good support, especially since she'd gone without pain meds that she had planned on getting. Another nurse came in who had wanted to meet me, and had been there with Lindsey during and after the birth. This nurse had not only placed a child for adoption many years ago, but her daughter had just placed a child for adoption last year. She was very supportive of the adoption, and I thank my lucky stars that she was on shift. I think it helped Lindsey to talk to her and hear her stories. After about 30 minutes we walked over to the nursery. We went inside and I saw Addison Grace for the first time. I held her and looked at the clock, and noticed that she was 5 hours old, the same age that Taylor had been when I first held her. I felt so many of the same feelings - sort of hopeful and yet detached at the same time. This wasn't my child yet, although I hoped it would be. Addie was very puffy and moonfaced, and didn't look as "pretty" as Taylor had at that same age. But she was still beautiful all the same. I had two photos taken of me holding Addie for the first time. I think I have the same look in my eyes as I did when holding Taylor for the first time - cautious and hopeful. By then it was clear that the hospital was very crowded and that they wouldn't be giving me a room, so I said my goodbyes and went back to where we were staying. I think I crawled into bed that night around 3:30 am. Still Friday, October 1, 2004 That morning we went back over to the hospital and went up to Lindsey's room. She was doing well, and already raring to go home. Rob was working on wrangling Taylor, while I chatted with Lindsey and her mom. At a certain point Taylor was getting bored and overtired, and really needed to go back to the house and take a nap. Rob took her home, and I stayed at the hospital. A hospital social worker came by, as did a state social worker. There were some papers for Lindsey to sign and some for me to sign, which would allow Rob and I to visit Addie in the nursery after Lindsey was released from the hospital. We waited for Rob to come back so that we could all go up to see the baby together - I didn't want to see her again without him. He got back, and we finally made it up to the nursery around noon. The nursery would only allow the mother (Lindsey) and one other person. Since I'd already met Addie the night before, Rob and Lindsey went in, while Joanie and I waited outside and watched through the glass. Rob held Addie and immediately began to tear up. His crying made me cry, and my crying made Lindsey and her mother cry. I snapped a quick couple of photos of Rob meeting his new daughter, and they are priceless. Joanie and I talked about how hard this was for her, and I assured her that she'd always be this baby's grandmother, and could check in with us any time. We explained the situation to the nurses, and begged them to allow us to all gather inside the nursery and quickly snap a few photos. Lindsey was now dressed and ready to go home, so this would likely be our last chance. She felt completely bedraggled, tired and worn out the previous night, so I had respected her wishes to not take any photos then. She had agreed to hold Addie and have some photos taken, so we wanted to do that now. The nurse agreed as long as we didn't take too long. We got some photos of us together - Lindsey holding Addie, her mom and me, and one of Rob, Lindsey, and me holding Addie. They are great photos, and I treasure them. Lindsey checked out of the hospital around 2pm, and Rob and I went back to our friend's house. We hung out and went out to dinner, then brought Taylor back home and put her to bed, then around 9, when we were sure she was asleep, went back over to the hospital to visit Addie again. We knew that NV doesn't allow the birthmother to sign the relinquishment papers for 36 hours after the baby is born, and during that time, requires that the baby be in temporary foster care. Unfortunately NV does not have enough foster homes available, so they allow the hospital to act as temporary foster care - at a cost to us, of course. According to the timing, Lindsey wouldn't be able to sign the papers until Monday, BUT, our agency had to have some documents signed and overnighted to NV for her to sign. The only people who could sign the documents weren't in on Friday, so they had to wait until Monday to be signed, then sent, which means that Lindsey wouldn't be able to sign until Tuesday. We were frustrated, but it was only an extra day, and there wasn't anything we could do about it. NV also requires that the birthparents come in and review the documents 24 hours before they sign them, so Lindsey and Ron had to go to the social workers office twice, once on Monday to review the documents, and again in 24 hours to sign them. In the meantime, we visited Addie in the nursery 2-3 times a day for about an hour each time. We got to know the nurses on the different shift, and became friendly with them. They each knew our story and were very nice and supportive. Saturday, October 2, 2004 We visited Addie in the morning. Around 11:00am Joanie called us and said that Lindsey was upset and crying, and hadn't wanted to call me, then handed me the phone. All I could think was that Lindsey was changing her mind about the adoption. Lindsey came on the phone and as calmly as I could I asked her what was up. She told me that she hadn't gone home since she'd given birth - that she and her mom had stayed at her uncles house, but that Ron was wigging out and had taken the kids and was accusing her of sleeping around on him. She had just received the gift check that we'd sent last week but had somehow managed to lose it, and had no money and no food, and was hoping we could help her. I was pretty incredulous that Ron could actually believe that 24 hours after giving birth that she would be cheating on him, but she said that this was pretty typical of him and his behavior. I asked her if this chaos with Ron was going to have any affect on the adoption, was he still in favor of it, and would he still sign, and she assured me he would, and it was still on. I was so relieved that it wasn't about the baby or the adoption that I told her that Rob would meet her at a local super market and get her another gift card. I will never know if she really did lose it or if she was just trying to get more money out of us, but at this point, and that one, it didn't matter. We were sort of between a rock and a hard place, as the papers hadn't been signed yet. At the same time, I was keenly aware that I had to tread carefully, and that I wasn't going to allow myself to be taken, or milked. We had agreed to financially support Lindsey until the birth and then for 6 weeks afterwards, which meant paying their rent and supplying $125 per week for food. So far we were only a few hundred dollars into this deal, and if she was going to change her mind and parent, we'd be out less than $500. At the same time, Rob and I were both reluctant to shell out any more money until the papers were signed, so that if it wasn't going to happen, we'd cut our losses. I spoke to Lindsey again that day, and told her that if she needed a ride to go review or sign the documents, that I'd be happy to drive her. I offered to take her and Ron and the kids out to lunch on Tuesday before they signed the documents - partly to meet Ron, which I still hadn't done, and partly to make sure that they arrived at the appointment, at all, and on time. She assured me that Ron would take them to both, and said she'd mention the lunch idea to him and let me know. Sunday, October 3, 2004 We visited Addie several times that day. We took Taylor on one trip and introduced her to Addie. I don't think she knew what to think. I got some cute photos of their first meeting. On our way home from the hospital on one of the trips we stopped by the residence hotel to pay the next weeks rent. We didn't hear from Lindsey or Joanie for the majority of the day. Late Sunday night we got a phone call from both Keren at our agency and Nancy the NV social worker, saying that Ron had called them and was upset. Lindsey still hadn't come back to the hotel and he couldn't get a hold of her and didn't know where she was. He had the kids, and he was packing up their stuff to move out, since the rent hadn't been paid. We explained that we'd just come from paying. It was another misunderstanding, but all taken care of. Apparently Lindsey finally arrived home around 10-11pm that night, and they patched everything up. Monday, October 4, 2004. Sandra, the woman whose house we were staying at, really wanted to come to the hospital and meet Addie, so Sandra went to her exercise class in the morning, and Kyran and I took Rob to the airport. Rob had a really important work event that he had to do, so the plan was that he would go home, do his work event all day Tuesday and half day Wednesday, then drive our car back down to Las Vegas arriving later Wednesday night. After Sandra got home and cleaned up, she and I headed on over to the hospital, while her husband Kyran stayed home and watched Taylor. Sandra and I arrived at the hospital and went up to the nursery. As we walked in the door one of the nurses looked up and said, "Oh, the mother called, and said it was urgent, and wanted you to call her back right away." At the same time, Sandra's cell phone rang, and it was Kyran, saying that Lindsey had called the house twice and wanted me to call her. We stepped back out of the nursery, I breathed in deeply, and called Lindsey at the hotel. Again I was sure that Lindsey was changing her mind about the adoption, and wanted to tell me before I visited Addie again and bonded any farther with her. I asked Lindsey what was up, and she said that Ron had a job thing that he needed to do, and would I give her a ride to go review the adoption papers. I let out a huge sigh of relief and said, "oh goodness, Lindsey, you scared the **** out of me! I thought you were changing your mind! Of course I'll drive you! I'll take you anywhere you need to go!" With much relief we hung up, and Sandra and I went back into the nursery to visit Addie. Sandra immediately began to cry as she held Addie, and exclaimed what a beautiful baby she was. After about and hour, we headed back towards the house. The hospital and the social services office were all the way on one side of town, and Lindsey's hotel was way on the other, with the house that we were staying in sort of in the middle. The timing was such that I dropped Sandra off and went back over to Lindsey's hotel. Once I had Lindsey and the kids, we turned around and went back across town to the social services office. Paige fell asleep in the van, so Peter went in with Lindsey to review the documents, while I stayed in the car with Paige. Apparently the birthfather didn't need the same 24 hours time to review, or if he did, it wouldn't affect us being able to take Addie out of the hospital the next day, after the papers were signed. Lindsey and Ron had an appointment at 1:00pm the next day to sign the papers. The document review only took about 20 minutes, so we headed back towards the hotel. We stopped at Kentucky Fried Chicken on the way home and I offered to buy them a large bucket of chicken for dinner that they could take home. Ron was supposed to be home by then, so we got enough for all of them, and continued the drive. We arrived at the hotel and we all went up to their "apartment." Ron wasn't there, so I said my goodbyes and left. I decided to head back over to the hospital to visit Addie again. I arrived at the hospital at 6:30pm, only to find out that it was shift change, and they don't allow anyone in the nursery until 8:00pm. Sandra and Kyran had dinner plans that night with friends, so I had to be home well before 8:00pm, so I begged the nurses to let me scoot in and give Addie a hello/goodbye kiss. They allowed it, providing I was fast. I was. I didn't mind too much that I couldn't visit longer - I kept thinking that tomorrow by mid-afternoon she'd be all mine. I was in and out in about 5 minutes, only to be back in my borrowed van driving across town. I felt like I'd done nothing that day except zig zag across greater Las Vegas. Since I had a few extra moments, I stopped at In-N-Out on the way home, and sat in the parking lot and had a burger and listened to the radio for a few minutes, thinking that this would all be over and done with very soon. To be continued... -- Jamie Earth Angels: Taylor Marlys, 1/3/03 Addison Grace, 9/30/04 Check out the family! -- www.MyFamily.com, User ID: Clarkguest1, Password: Guest Become a member for free - go to Add Member to set up your own User ID and Password |
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Part 2
Tuesday, October 5, 2004 The phone rang at 7:00am, and it was Lindsey. Apparently some number of months before, Ron had been arrested on burglary charges, and his court case was coming up quickly. Ron was supposedly already out that morning meeting with an attorney to represent him. Lindsey was asking me for money to hire this attorney, rather than the public defender, so that Ron wouldn’t go to jail. She said that the attorney needed $1500, but that Ron had gotten $300, so they needed an additional $800. I had known some of the story about the upcoming court case, but had never asked for details – frankly, I didn’t want to know so that I wouldn’t get sucked into it. But now that she was asking for money, I asked her for the whole story. According to Lindsey, it was all a case of mistaken identity, and that it was some of Ron’s friends who were responsible, but Ron had nothing to do with it. I told her that she’d just woken me up, and that it was a lot of money, and that I just didn’t know. She pretty quickly backed down from the $800 to even a few hundred, and asked if I could give it to them instead of pay their rent. Again, I told her that I had just woken up and couldn’t make any commitment at this point without thinking about it. I also told her that I didn’t know what I was legally allowed to do financially, and I didn’t want to do anything that would endanger the adoption. She agreed, and backed down even farther and said that Ron didn’t even know she was calling, and that she’d call Ron and see exactly what was going on and if he really needed the money. She said she’d give me a call right back, and we hung up the phone. Well I was awake now. And frankly, feeling like I was being fleeced. We were just hours away from having the papers signed, and they were asking for more money. I knew enough to know that I couldn’t legally pay for anything not directly related to the adoption, but of course was afraid that if I told her no, that she or Ron wouldn’t sign the adoption papers. Again, I felt like I was between a rock and a hard place. I made plans that when she called back I would tell her that I was waiting for either Nancy, the NV social worker, or Keren from the agency to call me back and let me know what was allowed and legal. I felt like every hour that we stalled would be beneficial to us, and perhaps we could make some agreement to help them out in some other way later on that afternoon, AFTER the papers had been signed. But of course I had to tread carefully myself – just as they couldn’t say that they wouldn’t sign unless I paid up (that would be blackmail or baby selling), I couldn’t say that I wouldn’t pay unless they signed, as that would be coercion. I also steeled myself that this could very easily fall apart, and reminded myself that if this was meant to be my child, it would work out, but that I wasn’t going to allow myself to be ripped off to make it work. An hour passed, then two. Lindsey never called back. Sandra skipped her exercise class in favor of staying home and finding out what was going to happen next. She did have a lunch date that she had to keep, but it was nice to have her around for support. I did call both Nancy and Keren and fill them in on what was going on. Since they were supposed to sign the papers at 1:00pm, I hadn’t planned on visiting Addie that morning, but rather was going to just wait until it was a done deal and go get her and bring her home. I had also debated about waiting in the hospital parking lot, so that once I got the call I’d be up in the nursery within moments, but realized that with the chaos and drama that was Lindsey and Ron’s life, I’d be smarter to wait at the house, and drive across town once it was all done and final. I had lunch, and waited for the time to pass. I still hadn’t heard from Lindsey, so around noon I called the hotel to check in on her and see how everything was going. Peter answered the phone and I could hear her off in the background. She asked who it was, and he answered, and then said to me, “She’s in the shower. She says she’ll call you later.” I could hear the shower, and it all seemed pretty normal and not frantic, so I thought that was a good sign that whatever was going on with Ron wasn’t a crisis, and they were getting ready for the appointment. 1:00pm came and went, and the phone didn’t ring. 2:00pm, same thing. Finally at 2:30pm Nancy called me to tell me that Ron and Lindsey had never shown up to the appointment. Both Nancy and Keren had called the hotel, and a friend of theirs answered and said that he was watching the kids, and that they had left a few hours ago for an appointment. We had no idea where they were, and Ron wasn’t answering his cell phone. About 30 minutes later, at just before 3:00pm, Nancy called again. Still no luck on tracking them down, and no word. Nancy had called the hospital and told me that Addie was still there. It hadn’t occurred to me that Lindsey could have gone to get her! Yikes! Nancy also told me that the papers needed to be signed in the presence of herself, and another social worker as a witness, plus a notary. The notary had to go home for the day, so even if Lindsey and Ron showed up before 6pm today, there was no way that the papers could be signed that day. Why every person in that office isn’t required to be a notary is beyond me. Keren asked me if I was going to go over to the hospital to visit Addie, and I lost it. I just didn’t have the fortitude to go bond any more with this baby that might not be mine. I was devastated and felt horribly guilty, but just couldn’t do it. I’d been using up all my energy just to get to 1:00pm on Tuesday, when the papers would be signed and Addie would be mine, and now it wasn’t going to happen, today, or maybe ever. I broke down and cried really hard for a while, then realized that we really had no idea what was going on, and until someone told me otherwise, this was still going to happen. I went through my list of possible contacts – I called the hotel, I called Lindsey’s uncle’s cell phone that her mom had borrowed for a day when Addie was born, I called Ron’s cell. Ron has a Boost Mobile phone that you pay for in advance, and he was always out of minutes. Before Addie was born I told Lindsey that I’d be happy to pay for some minutes for him, so that she could get a hold of him if she went into labor. I could pay for minutes on the web, but in order to do that, I needed his phone number and password. When I’d paid for some minutes for him the week before, I’d seen a screen that showed all incoming and outgoing calls. I logged back into the computer and went back to that screen, and printed out a few pages worth of his cell phone records. I then went to Google and YellowPages.com and did a reverse lookup, to see whom he’d been calling that day, or the day before. If I could find out that he’d been calling another adoption agency or something like that, I’d know I’d been scammed, and they had no intention of placing. The majority of the numbers were not listed, which meant that they were cell phone numbers. I didn’t find out anything of value, one way or another, but it was a great distraction and made me feel like I was being productive and proactive. Rob and I had talked about how the day would go, and because he was giving a big presentation in front of lots of people, he decided that he would call me at 6:00pm for a report. We both knew that it was highly possible that Ron and Lindsey would be late for the appointment or something else would come up, and he didn’t want to get bad news right before he went on to present, and he didn’t want the lack of a phone call to automatically mean bad news. Of course if the news was good, I would have called him, but I didn’t tell him that. Since it wasn’t good news, I waited for him to call. When he did, I filled him in on the goings on of the day, and he was really upset and disappointed. I went to bed around 11:00pm that night, and still never heard from Lindsey or Ron, and neither had Keren or Nancy. No one had any idea of what was going on in their minds, or if this was going to go through or not. Rob was due to drive down from the Bay Area the next day, and should be arriving around 9pm Wednesday night. Wednesday, October 6, 2004 I woke up pretty early the next morning, feeling sad and depressed, with the likelihood that this wasn’t going to happen. I checked messages and there were none. I called Keren and Nancy and checked in with both of them. Nancy assured me that Addie was still at the hospital, which again, was a relief. I told her that I was worried about Lindsey’s safety at this point, because it was so unlike her not to call at all. I mean, she’d made such an effort to get a hold of me when all she needed was a ride, I just couldn’t believe that she wouldn’t call me if she was either changing her mind, or if some other crisis had arisen to preventing her from signing the papers. Nancy agreed and said that it was a pretty unusual situation – she said that usually when a birthmother changed her mind, it was common that they not call anyone, but they usually went and picked up the baby, which hadn’t happened in this case. I asked Nancy what would happen if Lindsey and Ron just never showed up, never called, and were never heard from again. She said that Child Protective Services would come and pick up the baby, and it would go into the NV foster/adoption system, and my claim to adopt her would be null and void. If that were to happen, Lindsey would have to make a large effort to go through CPS bureaucracy and hoops to get her child back and then could technically continue with this adoption plan. She then mentioned that CPS was coming out later that day to pick up Addie, since it had already been 6 days since she was born. Nancy had called and left a message on Lindsey’s voicemail to that affect this morning. Sandra was going stir crazy with all of this, and said that she had to go to her exercise class and work of some steam and anxiety. By now it was about 9:00am. I was feeling restless and anxious, so went online. My friends have dial up, so I hadn’t spent any time online while we were in Las Vegas, but I checked my e-mail quickly, scanned a few notes, and then peeked over at Ron’s cell phone records again, just to see if he’d made any calls this morning, and who had called him. I could see that both Nancy and Keren had called him within the last hour, but based on the length of the calls, it was clear that he hadn’t answered his phone. I disconnected and tried to figure out what to do next. I had been online for about half an hour. I picked up the phone to call my mom and talk it through with her some more, and the phone beeped, indicating that there was a message on voice mail. I asked Kyran to check it, and he quickly handed the phone back to me. It was Lindsey. She had just woken up and gotten the messages from Nancy and Keren about CPS, and asked if I’d come over to drive her to the office to sign the papers. The next message was from Nancy, telling me that Lindsey had called her, and that Nancy, another social worker, and the notary were driving over right now to get the papers signed. Ron and Lindsey were both there at the apartment and had offered to drive over to the office, but Nancy insisted that they stay put and that they’d go to them. Thank goodness. I called Lindsey and asked her if she was all right. I told her how worried I’d been. She said that she hadn’t wanted to call me because she didn’t want us to think that they weren’t going to sign (?????). I semi-jokingly said, “So not showing up for the appointment and not calling anyone back for 12 hours really makes us feel secure!” It had turned out that Ron was wigged out about his impending court case, and never came back to the hotel. Lindsey didn’t know that she could have gone by herself to sign, so just didn’t go or call. I guess she was at the hotel when we’d all been calling, but who knows. Anyway, I did tell her that I had honestly been fearing for her life, and told her how glad I was that everything was okay. She called me about an hour later, to tell me that she had just signed the papers, and was shaking. She said that she was taking the kids down to the lobby so that Ron could read and review the papers before he signed them. I thanked her for calling and for signing. She called again about 20 minutes later and said that the papers were signed, and we could go get Addie. I was surprised, as I was expecting Nancy to call and give me the go-ahead. Nancy was in the apartment still, and I could hear her in the background saying, “It’s okay, it’s done, you can go to the hospital and bring her home.” I guess Lindsey really wanted to be the one to tell me that it was all over, which was sweet. I installed the car seat in the van, and got my stuff together, including an outfit to bring Addie home in, a long sleeve footed one piece sleeper with pink and purple cats on it, the same one that I brought Taylor home in. I also brought along a few receiving blankets, one of my home made blankets, and packed diaper bags for both Taylor and Addie. Sandra walked in the door right as I finished packing. She looked at me expectantly, not knowing what was going on, and assuming that there was no news. I told her all that had transpired in the past hour or so, and she was so thrilled she said, “Oh thank god!” and began to cry. I gave her a huge hug and told her to go ahead and get cleaned up, and we’d all go pick up Addie. We arrived at the hospital around 11:30am, and I went in to tell the nurses that the papers were signed. The hospital social worker had to come up and fill out some papers for me to sign, which we did, and after a while we were done, and I could take Addie home. We snapped some photos, said our goodbyes, and a nurse wheeled Addie out of the nursery and down the hall, to the elevators and out of the hospital. Kyran had gone to get the van, so it was out front when we got there. All during the trip down the hallways to the front door, people would “ooooh” and “awww” and smile over the new baby getting to leave the hospital. They had no idea what we’d all been through to get to this point. I felt like such a proud mama. I couldn’t believe that it was actually over. It had taken so long, been such an intense roller coaster of emotions, that it was hard to believe that it was over and done with. I called Rob and told him that I had the baby, and he was thrilled and relived. We went home and both girls fell asleep, and slept for the next hour or two. Rob finally arrived after his long drive at 9pm that night. Sandra and Kyran popped a bottle of champagne, and we toasted Addie and snapped some photos. We fell into bed that night, exhausted, wanting nothing more than to sleep for days on end, but of course had to wake up multiple times to feed Addie. I haven’t slept through the night since.. : ) Thursday, October 7, 2004 We left Sandra and Kyran’s house around noon, planning on driving up through the Nevada desert to Lake Tahoe that day, and spending the rest of the time until we had ICPC clearance to go home there in NV. We drove through the desert for 8 hours, stopping periodically to feed both girls and change diapers. Luckily newborns sleep a lot, so it wasn’t too bad. It was probably harder to keep Taylor entertained and occupied. We arrived in Lake Tahoe around 9pm that night, and checked into our 2-bedroom condo. That was great, as we had a full (but small) kitchen, and small living room and dining room, plus a separate bedroom for Taylor to sleep in. Addie was in our room with us. Friday, October 8, 2004 through Tuesday, October 12, 2004 We awoke refreshed and relaxed, and called Keren to check in. Turns out that because the following Monday was Columbus day, that our ICPC would likely not clear until Tuesday, so we hunkered in for a long weekend of cocooning and getting to know the newest member of the family. The condo had TV, and we’d brought books and magazines, so we basically hung out in the room much of the time, and took lots of naps. We did venture into “town” a few times to walk around, get fresh air, and supplies, and it was lovely. The trees were turning colors, and the lake was that perfect clear blue. We got the call around 10:30am on Tuesday morning that we could go home. We packed the car, checked out of the condo, and drove home as fast as we could (abiding all speed limits of course!). We arrived home around 1:30pm, and got settled in. It was great to be home! Update My dad’s chest pains did turn out to be a heart attack, but a very mild one. He had a stent put in, and is back on his feet and doing as well as before. His doctor is telling him to go about his business as if nothing had happened, and to keep doing whatever it was that he had done to make his triple bi-pass last 22 years. He is currently on his annual 3-week trek to the desert with his friends, and having a great time! Addie had her two week checkup that week we got home, and she’d gone up to 8lbs 12 oz. At her 1 month appointment on Tuesday of this week (technically she was 3 weeks 5 days), she was up to 9lbs 10 oz and 22.5 inches long. She’d doing great and is in the 75th percentile for height, weight and head circumference. So far she’s a pretty easy baby – she sleeps a lot, eats a lot, poops a little, and goes from asleep to starving to death in 2.2 seconds. It’s just about how I remember Taylor as a newborn, only Taylor ate a little and pooped a lot! Taylor is adjusting to being a big sister, and doing such a great job. I’m so proud of her. She is sweet and attentive, but not aggressive or overly touchy. If Addie cries, Taylor comes to me and says, “Walk baby, Walk baby” and leads me over to Addie to “fix” her. Or she’ll say, “Baby crying.” When venturing out of the house with both girls and all of our stuff, I’ve tried to load up the diaper bags, my purse, and Taylor in one load, then come back for Addie in the car seat. Taylor won’t leave the house without Addie, saying “Addie go car, Addie go car!” as through we’re going to go out and leave Addie at home on the kitchen counter. So, I take Addie and Taylor and put them in the car, then go back and get the bags. Some times when I’m holding Addie and she is alert and awake, Taylor will come up and say, “Hold Addie, Hold Addie” and then reach out to touch her, then laugh and giggle when Addie looks at her, or tries to grab her finger. I ask her if she wants to hug the baby, and she’ll gingerly reach in and hug Addie, pat her on the back, and plant a kiss on her check. It’s adorable. Taylor saw Addie crying in the car seat one day, with her face red and her arms up around her head, and now will look at Addie and say, “Baby stretch!, Baby stretch!,” and bring her arms up in a weight lifting pose and shake her fists like she is exerting pressure. So, that’s the story up until now. Thanks for reading! -- Jamie Earth Angels: Taylor Marlys, 1/3/03 Addison Grace, 9/30/04 Check out the family! -- www.MyFamily.com, User ID: Clarkguest1, Password: Guest Become a member for free - go to Add Member to set up your own User ID and Password |
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"Jamie Clark" wrote in message ... Part 1 October 27, 2004 Okay, seeing as Addie turns one month old today (4 weeks exactly), I figured I'd better get her birth/adoption story down before my self-inflicted deadline. Just like me to get it in, just under the wire! The majority of names have been changed for privacy. Of course, knowing me, it's long - very long. 13 pages. But I wanted to get down all the details, both for myself, and for anyone who is interested, to see what it's really like. I checked Taylor's adoption story, and oddly enough, it was 13 pages too! Lovely! Just what is "adoptive breastfeeding"? Debbie |
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I've read all 13 pages with tears in my eyes.
What a wonderful rollercoaster ride to motherhood. Love Serenity |
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Holy cow, what a harrowing story!! I'm so glad everything turned out fine
and that you've got Addie safely home. Em baby boy, due Nov. 18 |
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Jamie,
That made labor sound downright easy. I'm glad she is all yours now. I hope poor Lindsey will be okay. :-( Leslie Emily (2/4/91) Jake (1/27/94) Teddy (2/15/95) William (3/5/01 -- VBA3C, 13 lbs. 5 oz.) and Lorelei, expected 11/2/04 "Children come trailing clouds of glory from God, which is their home." ~ William Wordsworth |
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Serenity wrote:
I've read all 13 pages with tears in my eyes. What a wonderful rollercoaster ride to motherhood. Love Serenity Could someone please post the original post again? It didn't come through to my server. Thanks! |
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"Jamie Clark" wrote in message ... Part 1 October 27, 2004 Okay, seeing as Addie turns one month old today (4 weeks exactly), I figured I'd better get her birth/adoption story down before my self-inflicted deadline. Just like me to get it in, just under the wire! The majority of names have been changed for privacy. Of course, knowing me, it's long - very long. 13 pages. But I wanted to get down all the details, both for myself, and for anyone who is interested, to see what it's really like. I checked Taylor's adoption story, and oddly enough, it was 13 pages too! Spring 04 We decided when Taylor was about 15 months old that we wanted to begin the process for baby #2. We weren't in any particular hurry, so made an appointment for May, when Taylor would be 18 months old. In the meantime, we set about getting our home study stuff done - doctors appointments, fingerprinting, DMV clearances, etc. As we did with our first adoption, we headed to our intake appointment with well over 75% of our paperwork done and ready to turn in. I'd also brought a draft of our new Dear Birthmother letter for critique. We scheduled our first home visit and worked on collecting any outstanding items. Our home study was finished and approved in 4 weeks, on June 12th, right as we were leaving on a two-week family vacation. Summer 04 At the end of June I found out that an acquaintance of mine, Kim, had recently matched with a birthmother in Las Vegas named Lindsey. Kim had been roommates with my good friend Marjorie for several years. I'd seen Kim at Marjorie's wedding shower, bachelorette weekend, and then wedding the past fall. We had talked about our various infertility experiences, and I told her about my adoption experience, and she met Taylor (the best adoption advertising there is!), and soon afterwards, she and her husband moved on to adoption in a more concrete way. Anyway, Kim sent me a photo of her and her hubby and the birthmother, and my first reaction was, "Oh, she's cute! I could match with a birthmother like that!" In July Kim found out that they were expecting a little girl, who was due to be born at the end of September. Not much happened during the next few months. I had one e-mail lead in June that lasted about a month and then petered out. I didn't have strong hopes for it, but it was a nice distraction. July turned to August and August inevitably veered into September. During this time, I helped a few people with their Dear Birthmother letters or websites, in some cases doing some of the photos, editing text, or doing the layout and graphics. Within a two-week period in early September, two of the people I had helped, matched with birthmothers. I was very happy for them, and took a small amount of credit for their matches. We had already been waiting longer than we had waited to match with Taylor's birthmother. In Taylor's case, we were contacted by her birthmother after having been in the book one month - we corresponded via e-mail and telephone for a month, we flew out to meet them, matched, and then waited 12 weeks for Taylor to be born. Clearly I was doing something right, marketing-wise - and I felt strongly that soon our birthmother would find us. I knew she was out there, and assumed that our baby would be a few months behind that. Monday, September 20, 2004 I got an e-mail from my friend Kim, telling me that she had some good news. She was 13 weeks pregnant! She told me that she'd unmatched with Lindsey, but that all was well and she was due this week. I wrote her back and sent her hearty congratulations about her unexpected pregnancy. I also asked about Lindsey, if she was matched already. Kim wrote me back and told me that they had unmatched in August, and she thought that Lindsey was already matched with another couple. Wednesday, September 22, 2004 Two days later I got another e-mail from Kim - short and sweet. She said that Lindsey wasn't matched, and wanted my toll-free number to pass on to Lindsey. This was two days before Lindsey's due date of 9/24/04. I e-mailed Kim back and asked her a few basic questions, such as drug or alcohol use, race of the child, and financial issues, the answers to which could be deal breakers. I figured if it wasn't a match, I didn't want to talk to her on the phone and get emotionally connected or excited about the prospect of this child coming so soon. Well, the answers all matched, and on the surface, it was a good fit. Lindsey didn't have a computer, so Kim printed out our adoption website and faxed it over to the residence hotel that Lindsey and her boyfriend and kids were living at. Kim said that Lindsey would try to call me in a few hours, but that if she didn't, I should call her. I waited a few hours, and called Lindsey. She answered the phone, and we chatted. Lindsey, 20, was a stay at home mom, and her boyfriend Ron, 42, was a floor layer (carpet, hardwoods, tile, etc). I assumed that she'd seen our website pages, but she hadn't, so she was talking to me "blind." I'd seen her photo months before (and had looked at it again as soon as I found out she was available!). So, I gave her our basic story and we got to know each other. We had a good conversation and talked for an hour total, and I got the distinct impression that the fact that Kim recommended us gave us major bonus points. Of course I had the same feeling - I felt like if Kim had thought that Lindsey was a scammer, or not going to place, she wouldn't have offered to set us up. At one point I was telling Lindsey briefly about how we connected and matched with Taylor's birthmother, and said that unfortunately we didn't have the luxury of time in this instance. I told her that I was very interested in continuing with this possible match, but that I thought that the next step would be for Lindsey to call our agency and register with them. Typically, if a birthmother is a scammer, they will hesitate to call the agency, or stall, or just never call. Plus, there really was no way to work with Lindsey without getting our agency involved. About 30 minutes after I hung up with Lindsey, our agency called to tell me that Lindsey had called and registered with them. We talked briefly about both of our impressions of Lindsey, her financial needs, and our gut instincts on whether she would place -- we both felt like she would place. About an hour later, Lindsey called back to tell me that she'd contacted the agency, and they were sending her paperwork, overnight. We had another good conversation the second time, but she still hadn't seen our website pages - she had no idea what we looked like still. We agreed to talk again the next day, and thought about the idea of us going down to Las Vegas to meet her. Thursday, September 23, 2004 By Thursday evening we'd spoken again, and got into subjects like having us in the room when the baby was born, names (Addison Grace, which she loved!), whether or not she wanted to hold the baby (she didn't think she wanted to, but I encouraged her to reconsider), how open she wanted the adoption to be, and some of the possible grief issues she'd be likely to face afterwards. At that point it was pretty clear that we both felt like this was going to be a match, so I told her that Rob and I really wanted to fly down that weekend to meet her in person. This was too important of a decision to be made without meeting first. She agreed, and was happy about the fact that we wanted to come down. Friday, September 24, 2004 Lindsey hadn't received the overnighted documents from the agency, so I offered to drive the 20 minutes over to our agency, pick up the forms, and hand deliver them to Lindsey, so did that on Friday, along with pack and make arrangements for some place to stay in Las Vegas, both for this quick weekend visit, and during the birth, which could be at any time. Saturday, September 25, 2004 We flew down to Las Vegas on Saturday morning (the day after her due date), and had made arrangements to stay with the parents of good friends of ours. We met Lindsey, her two kids Peter 5, and Paige 3, and Lindsey's mom Joanie at a local restaurant. The birthfather, Ron, was working in California, and unable to get home, so we didn't get to meet him. We sat outside on a covered patio in the 100-degree heat so that we could be next to a play structure, so the kids could come and go and we could talk with fewer interruptions. I had brought a couple of old fashioned wooden toys for the kids, and some bath salts and scrubs for Lindsey. We hit it off right away. We had a nice lunch, and decided to head on over to the hospital to get Lindsey registered. Kim and her husband had been paying for a private OB while they were matched, but since they had unmatched, Lindsey had been unable to afford that doctor, so had switched over to a new doctor, and consequently a new hospital, but hadn't yet gone in. So, we all trouped over to the hospital, but were unable to get her registered because she needed to get her records from the other doctor, as well as apply for Medicaid. We left, and agreed to meet again the next day, and fill out the forms that I'd brought down. After they were filled out, I would hand carry them back to the agency. Sunday, September 26, 2004 We met at a McDonalds with a play-place, and again spent a few hours together, eating lunch and filling out all the forms that we could. We made arrangements to pay their rent for the next week, and gave them a $100 gift card to the supermarket, so they would have some food and other necessities. I asked Lindsey if she felt she was anywhere near going into labor, because if she felt any cramping or contractions, I'd have made arrangements to stay in Las Vegas. She assured me she felt nothing, but both she and her mother said that she'd gone very fast in both of her previous labors. Monday, September 27, 2004 We left on Monday morning, came home, and waited for the phone to ring. I spoke to Lindsey a few times that week, but nothing seemed to be happening. Ron still hadn't been able to get home, and I commented that she was probably going to go into labor as soon as he did. Thursday, September 30, 2004 On Thursday afternoon I got a call from my stepmother telling me that my father was in the hospital with chest pains. He had a triple bypass 22 years ago, and has been incredibly healthy ever since -- he rides 10-14 miles a day on his bicycle, and his doctors tell him he is healthier now than he was before his surgery. He'd had some major pains in the past few years that have been attributed to heartburn/stomach acid, but they weren't sure what this one was, and were running tests. Our original plan was for my dad and stepmother to take Taylor for us when we got "the call," so we decided that we'd take Taylor with us when the call came. 30 minutes later , around 3:00pm, the phone rang again. I was expecting it to be my stepmom. It was Lindsey, letting me know that her water had just broken. She wasn't having any contractions yet. Although this was her third child, she was kind of freaked out about it. I calmed her down and told her that it was perfectly normal, and that she should make sure to eat something before she went to the hospital, because it could still likely be a while. We told her that our plan was to drive down to Las Vegas, which usually takes about 10 hours. But, Rob wouldn't be home for another 2 hours due to some work commitments, so we didn't think we'd be arriving in Las Vegas until very early the next morning. There was a bit of drama at this point, because she'd called her mom, Joanie, first while hysterical, and her mom was trying to come get her to take her to the hospital. Lindsey doesn't drive, and is dependent on her mom and anyone else to get her around town. Her mom's car is very unreliable, and Joanie was worried that she wouldn't make it in time to get Lindsey to the hospital, so Joanie called the paramedics. The paramedics arrived while I was talking to her on the phone, so she hung up and told me she'd call me later. The paramedics were going to take her to the hospital, but they wouldn't take the kids, so they were going to call the cops and have the cops take the kids, which freaked Lindsey out, so she sent the paramedics away. Joanie finally arrived, the paramedics were still there, so they took Lindsey, and Joanie took the kids, and they all finally arrived at the hospital. Lindsey had started to have contractions in the ambulance, and at one point her blood pressure had dropped so low that she passed out, and caused quite a worry. Joanie called me around 5:45pm to tell me that Lindsey was heavily contracting, 4 cm dilated, but there were no beds available. Lindsey was in a hospital gown, had an IV in, and was sitting in the L&D "lobby" area, laboring in a chair. I could hear her moaning in the background. Joanie said that they really wanted us to be there, so Rob and I talked (he wasn't home yet) and changed our plans. We booked tickets on a 10:00pm flight out of SFO, which would arrive around midnight. Rob would take Taylor to our friends house, and I'd scoot on over to the hospital to see Lindsey and support her. I called Joanie back and told her the new plans. Rob finally got home; we packed up our stuff, Taylor's stuff, and the baby's stuff, and headed out for the airport. We arrived in the long-term parking lot, unloaded the car, and caught the shuttle to the airport. Rob's cell phone rang, and it was a Las Vegas number. He handed it to me, and I answered it. It was Joanie - after a 6 hour labor, the baby had been born at 8:40pm, weighed 8lbs 9oz, was 20.5 inches long, had a head full of hair, and was beautiful! Apparently Lindsey went so fast that she didn't have time for an epidural. Excited, we boarded our flight. Friday, October 1, 2004 We arrived in Las Vegas around 12:30am and stuck to our original plan - Rob took Taylor to our friend's house to go to bed, and I took an overnight bag and hopped in a cab for the hospital. When Taylor was born I was doing adoptive breastfeeding, and the hospital was very supportive and arranged for me to have a room and room-in with Taylor. I didn't know if this hospital would be the same, but brought my bag, just in case. On the way to the hospital it occurred to me that I'd be arriving in the middle of the night, and they may not let me in. Oh well, I was on my way, and I wanted to see both Lindsey and this baby that might be mine. I arrived at the hospital around 1:30am and made my way up to the labor and delivery ward. I checked in at the front desk and was finally taken to see Lindsey. Her mom was there with her. Ron had finally arrived right after the baby was born and had taken the kids home to sleep. She seemed to be doing well, although wasn't in a permanent room yet. The midwife who attended the birth and supported her during it was there, and had wanted to meet me. I was glad that Lindsey had good support, especially since she'd gone without pain meds that she had planned on getting. Another nurse came in who had wanted to meet me, and had been there with Lindsey during and after the birth. This nurse had not only placed a child for adoption many years ago, but her daughter had just placed a child for adoption last year. She was very supportive of the adoption, and I thank my lucky stars that she was on shift. I think it helped Lindsey to talk to her and hear her stories. After about 30 minutes we walked over to the nursery. We went inside and I saw Addison Grace for the first time. I held her and looked at the clock, and noticed that she was 5 hours old, the same age that Taylor had been when I first held her. I felt so many of the same feelings - sort of hopeful and yet detached at the same time. This wasn't my child yet, although I hoped it would be. Addie was very puffy and moonfaced, and didn't look as "pretty" as Taylor had at that same age. But she was still beautiful all the same. I had two photos taken of me holding Addie for the first time. I think I have the same look in my eyes as I did when holding Taylor for the first time - cautious and hopeful. By then it was clear that the hospital was very crowded and that they wouldn't be giving me a room, so I said my goodbyes and went back to where we were staying. I think I crawled into bed that night around 3:30 am. Still Friday, October 1, 2004 That morning we went back over to the hospital and went up to Lindsey's room. She was doing well, and already raring to go home. Rob was working on wrangling Taylor, while I chatted with Lindsey and her mom. At a certain point Taylor was getting bored and overtired, and really needed to go back to the house and take a nap. Rob took her home, and I stayed at the hospital. A hospital social worker came by, as did a state social worker. There were some papers for Lindsey to sign and some for me to sign, which would allow Rob and I to visit Addie in the nursery after Lindsey was released from the hospital. We waited for Rob to come back so that we could all go up to see the baby together - I didn't want to see her again without him. He got back, and we finally made it up to the nursery around noon. The nursery would only allow the mother (Lindsey) and one other person. Since I'd already met Addie the night before, Rob and Lindsey went in, while Joanie and I waited outside and watched through the glass. Rob held Addie and immediately began to tear up. His crying made me cry, and my crying made Lindsey and her mother cry. I snapped a quick couple of photos of Rob meeting his new daughter, and they are priceless. Joanie and I talked about how hard this was for her, and I assured her that she'd always be this baby's grandmother, and could check in with us any time. We explained the situation to the nurses, and begged them to allow us to all gather inside the nursery and quickly snap a few photos. Lindsey was now dressed and ready to go home, so this would likely be our last chance. She felt completely bedraggled, tired and worn out the previous night, so I had respected her wishes to not take any photos then. She had agreed to hold Addie and have some photos taken, so we wanted to do that now. The nurse agreed as long as we didn't take too long. We got some photos of us together - Lindsey holding Addie, her mom and me, and one of Rob, Lindsey, and me holding Addie. They are great photos, and I treasure them. Lindsey checked out of the hospital around 2pm, and Rob and I went back to our friend's house. We hung out and went out to dinner, then brought Taylor back home and put her to bed, then around 9, when we were sure she was asleep, went back over to the hospital to visit Addie again. We knew that NV doesn't allow the birthmother to sign the relinquishment papers for 36 hours after the baby is born, and during that time, requires that the baby be in temporary foster care. Unfortunately NV does not have enough foster homes available, so they allow the hospital to act as temporary foster care - at a cost to us, of course. According to the timing, Lindsey wouldn't be able to sign the papers until Monday, BUT, our agency had to have some documents signed and overnighted to NV for her to sign. The only people who could sign the documents weren't in on Friday, so they had to wait until Monday to be signed, then sent, which means that Lindsey wouldn't be able to sign until Tuesday. We were frustrated, but it was only an extra day, and there wasn't anything we could do about it. NV also requires that the birthparents come in and review the documents 24 hours before they sign them, so Lindsey and Ron had to go to the social workers office twice, once on Monday to review the documents, and again in 24 hours to sign them. In the meantime, we visited Addie in the nursery 2-3 times a day for about an hour each time. We got to know the nurses on the different shift, and became friendly with them. They each knew our story and were very nice and supportive. Saturday, October 2, 2004 We visited Addie in the morning. Around 11:00am Joanie called us and said that Lindsey was upset and crying, and hadn't wanted to call me, then handed me the phone. All I could think was that Lindsey was changing her mind about the adoption. Lindsey came on the phone and as calmly as I could I asked her what was up. She told me that she hadn't gone home since she'd given birth - that she and her mom had stayed at her uncles house, but that Ron was wigging out and had taken the kids and was accusing her of sleeping around on him. She had just received the gift check that we'd sent last week but had somehow managed to lose it, and had no money and no food, and was hoping we could help her. I was pretty incredulous that Ron could actually believe that 24 hours after giving birth that she would be cheating on him, but she said that this was pretty typical of him and his behavior. I asked her if this chaos with Ron was going to have any affect on the adoption, was he still in favor of it, and would he still sign, and she assured me he would, and it was still on. I was so relieved that it wasn't about the baby or the adoption that I told her that Rob would meet her at a local super market and get her another gift card. I will never know if she really did lose it or if she was just trying to get more money out of us, but at this point, and that one, it didn't matter. We were sort of between a rock and a hard place, as the papers hadn't been signed yet. At the same time, I was keenly aware that I had to tread carefully, and that I wasn't going to allow myself to be taken, or milked. We had agreed to financially support Lindsey until the birth and then for 6 weeks afterwards, which meant paying their rent and supplying $125 per week for food. So far we were only a few hundred dollars into this deal, and if she was going to change her mind and parent, we'd be out less than $500. At the same time, Rob and I were both reluctant to shell out any more money until the papers were signed, so that if it wasn't going to happen, we'd cut our losses. I spoke to Lindsey again that day, and told her that if she needed a ride to go review or sign the documents, that I'd be happy to drive her. I offered to take her and Ron and the kids out to lunch on Tuesday before they signed the documents - partly to meet Ron, which I still hadn't done, and partly to make sure that they arrived at the appointment, at all, and on time. She assured me that Ron would take them to both, and said she'd mention the lunch idea to him and let me know. Sunday, October 3, 2004 We visited Addie several times that day. We took Taylor on one trip and introduced her to Addie. I don't think she knew what to think. I got some cute photos of their first meeting. On our way home from the hospital on one of the trips we stopped by the residence hotel to pay the next weeks rent. We didn't hear from Lindsey or Joanie for the majority of the day. Late Sunday night we got a phone call from both Keren at our agency and Nancy the NV social worker, saying that Ron had called them and was upset. Lindsey still hadn't come back to the hotel and he couldn't get a hold of her and didn't know where she was. He had the kids, and he was packing up their stuff to move out, since the rent hadn't been paid. We explained that we'd just come from paying. It was another misunderstanding, but all taken care of. Apparently Lindsey finally arrived home around 10-11pm that night, and they patched everything up. Monday, October 4, 2004. Sandra, the woman whose house we were staying at, really wanted to come to the hospital and meet Addie, so Sandra went to her exercise class in the morning, and Kyran and I took Rob to the airport. Rob had a really important work event that he had to do, so the plan was that he would go home, do his work event all day Tuesday and half day Wednesday, then drive our car back down to Las Vegas arriving later Wednesday night. After Sandra got home and cleaned up, she and I headed on over to the hospital, while her husband Kyran stayed home and watched Taylor. Sandra and I arrived at the hospital and went up to the nursery. As we walked in the door one of the nurses looked up and said, "Oh, the mother called, and said it was urgent, and wanted you to call her back right away." At the same time, Sandra's cell phone rang, and it was Kyran, saying that Lindsey had called the house twice and wanted me to call her. We stepped back out of the nursery, I breathed in deeply, and called Lindsey at the hotel. Again I was sure that Lindsey was changing her mind about the adoption, and wanted to tell me before I visited Addie again and bonded any farther with her. I asked Lindsey what was up, and she said that Ron had a job thing that he needed to do, and would I give her a ride to go review the adoption papers. I let out a huge sigh of relief and said, "oh goodness, Lindsey, you scared the **** out of me! I thought you were changing your mind! Of course I'll drive you! I'll take you anywhere you need to go!" With much relief we hung up, and Sandra and I went back into the nursery to visit Addie. Sandra immediately began to cry as she held Addie, and exclaimed what a beautiful baby she was. After about and hour, we headed back towards the house. The hospital and the social services office were all the way on one side of town, and Lindsey's hotel was way on the other, with the house that we were staying in sort of in the middle. The timing was such that I dropped Sandra off and went back over to Lindsey's hotel. Once I had Lindsey and the kids, we turned around and went back across town to the social services office. Paige fell asleep in the van, so Peter went in with Lindsey to review the documents, while I stayed in the car with Paige. Apparently the birthfather didn't need the same 24 hours time to review, or if he did, it wouldn't affect us being able to take Addie out of the hospital the next day, after the papers were signed. Lindsey and Ron had an appointment at 1:00pm the next day to sign the papers. The document review only took about 20 minutes, so we headed back towards the hotel. We stopped at Kentucky Fried Chicken on the way home and I offered to buy them a large bucket of chicken for dinner that they could take home. Ron was supposed to be home by then, so we got enough for all of them, and continued the drive. We arrived at the hotel and we all went up to their "apartment." Ron wasn't there, so I said my goodbyes and left. I decided to head back over to the hospital to visit Addie again. I arrived at the hospital at 6:30pm, only to find out that it was shift change, and they don't allow anyone in the nursery until 8:00pm. Sandra and Kyran had dinner plans that night with friends, so I had to be home well before 8:00pm, so I begged the nurses to let me scoot in and give Addie a hello/goodbye kiss. They allowed it, providing I was fast. I was. I didn't mind too much that I couldn't visit longer - I kept thinking that tomorrow by mid-afternoon she'd be all mine. I was in and out in about 5 minutes, only to be back in my borrowed van driving across town. I felt like I'd done nothing that day except zig zag across greater Las Vegas. Since I had a few extra moments, I stopped at In-N-Out on the way home, and sat in the parking lot and had a burger and listened to the radio for a few minutes, thinking that this would all be over and done with very soon. To be continued... -- Jamie Earth Angels: Taylor Marlys, 1/3/03 Addison Grace, 9/30/04 Check out the family! -- www.MyFamily.com, User ID: Clarkguest1, Password: Guest Become a member for free - go to Add Member to set up your own User ID and Password |
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Congratulations! I'm so happy for you all!!
Carla Mom to Victor born 5.16.04 www.victorpictures.com --See him here! |
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"Jamie Clark" wrote in message ... Part 1 Wow Jamie, that's quite the story. How wonderful that it all worked out so well in the end. Nancy |
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