Sunday night we got "the call" to go to the hospital. Birthmom was in labor (2+ weeks early!) and shortly thereafter gave birth to a beautiful boy. We had the joy of helping with the first bath and putting on his first diaper and it was just an intimate wonderful experience.
Last night we spent time with the birthparents and their family and "little D". Today was full of preparation and then came THE CALL. The call any prospective adoptive parent fears. The birthparents want to take the baby home for a week before making a decision on adoption.
You know when people say "there are just no words to describe it"?? Well, there are a lot of words. These are at the top of my list: deception, shock, pain, devastation. I'm not sure whether I will remain optimistic until Tuesday or start now in picking up the pieces of our shattered hearts.
I know God has a plan. I know that this part of His plan will make us stronger. We've been through so much to have our hearts tossed around like this but we still have each other, our family, friends, a cozy home, 2 fabulous dog children, our health, our jobs, etc.
That's all for now. More later when my head stops spinning.