Yesterday, things changed. A friend called us with information regarding a baby boy that needs a home. We were not actively looking to grow our family right now, but another adoption was a vague next step in the big picture. We’ve decided to pursue this situation. We have contacted our lawyer and are waiting for more information regarding the baby and prospective birth family.
Being a veteran of the adoption process, I know this is a delicate situation that could end with us not adopting a baby. We are, again, in adoption limbo. I wasn’t prepared for this limbo, but the familiar feelings of hope and fear sit beside me like ghosts from my past.
The second bombshell of the day occurred when Pilot told me it looks like he will be transferred to Europe in the next few months.
The relocation to Europe and possible adoption are tenuous. I’m both excited and terrified at the prospect of moving far from my family and friends to a country where I don’t speak the language. Bringing a newborn along for the ride seems like a less than ideal situation. One thing I’ve learned through infertility and adoption: if I fret about what the future holds, I’ll miss the important things going on right now. So, now I will turn off the computer and help my Scarlet feed her babydoll with a harmonica.
