I was hot-gluing googly eyes onto raw potatoes when I got the call that changed my life.

The soft voice of the social worker on the other end said that Carl and I had been picked by a local birth mom to adopt her newborn baby girl.

I don’t remember what I did with that glue gun or those potatoes, but I somehow managed to find a nearby stairwell to lean onto for support.

baby hand

Born a preemie weighing in at 4lbs 7oz on January 25th, she was sent to an out-of-town hospital for care.

Carl wasn’t doing anything dignified (either) when I called him with the long-awaited and amazing news. I think his hiking boots are still in need of the laces he dropped, and left behind at the local shoe cobbler.

We spent the next three weeks driving many long hours to see our baby girl get stronger in the hospital. The Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU) is not where any parent wants to be. Dealing with feeding tubes and seeing scary machines designed to measure heart rates and breathing patterns is not ideal. I have a huge respect for the nurses and doctors who helped our daughter during those long weeks. I have an even bigger respect for the many parents we met, and the kindness shared.

Our daughter’s name is Chloe.

We brought her home on February 15th, a very happy and healthy kiddlet. We haven’t slept a wink since that amazing day.

Like our lives, this blog just took a turn.

My sincere apologies to those waiting for an email reply over the last while. I’ve had my hands a little full as of late, and my three-month-stale inbox doesn’t demand a diaper change. πŸ™‚

Send coffee, please.


P.S.: To Karmavore of See Theo Run, there are not enough THANK YOU’s for your helpful words and kind advice during our adventures in local, open adoption. So, Thank You. πŸ™‚

Our friends and family deserve many Thank You’s too.