As our adoption process stretches on, my heart grows for those families who are in this journey with us… families across the U.S. whose babies live in the same babies’ home as Amelia, who will use the same Ugandan attorney that we will use, and who will stay in the same facility we will stay in once we travel to Uganda.
No adoption is the same. Each country works so differently, and even agencies within the same country can take you through totally different steps and experiences. Sometimes, it can feel isolating. In February, who understood how devastating it felt to wonder whether adoption from Uganda would ever be possible again? Not many people knew that pain… not many people understood that, to us who were in love with babies we’ve never held, it truly felt like a threatened miscarriage.
I suppose that is why this group of parents is so special to me. Just to know that they’re out there, and that they understand our very unique situation. They feel the bizarre emotions that we’re feeling. And perhaps sweetest of all – their babies are playing with our baby.
I’ve spoken with many of these Mamas through email, and with a couple of them briefly on the phone. I am rooting for those who have held pictures of their sweet ones for half a year or more, long before we had to start missing Amelia by face. I look forward to meeting many of them in person… Sara and her family, who will probably travel with us… Michelle and Toria, who live in my home town… Melissa, who has family near us and often thoughtfully sends any trace of information she can find about our little ones. And for those families who are far behind us in the process? I whisper a prayer for God to hold them steady during the bumps ahead.