ResponsiBoy

**This post is part of my seven kids in six days series.  Over the next six days I will be recounting how each of our kids joined our family, not THEIR story, but OUR story.  This is the story of FPD and my journey to each of them.  Throughout the posts, I’ve linked to the adoption agencies and people who helped us find them.  Well, the ones we would recommend anyway.***

ResponsiBoy is our second eldest child, but was the first to enter our lives.  We’ve had a lot of adoption struggles, but getting ResponsiBoy was probably the most difficult emotionally.  At the age of 22, I was told that because of my past medical history, a pregnancy would be risky, if not impossible for me.  We were newly married, and there was nothing more I wanted in the world than kids.

We saved every penny we had and applied to adopt from Guatemala.  FPD is a Spanish Interpreter, so it seemed like a perfect fit.  Unfortunately, we quickly got our first taste of corruption in the world of international adoption.  It came at the hands of both our in Guatemalan lawyer and the U.S. agency that had hired him.  We were left without any of the money we had saved and no way to get it back.  Eventually, we had to sue to recover what was left of it.  We were heartbroken over not only the money we lost, but even more so, over the daughter that was lost in the process.

We fired our Social Worker, who had recommended the agency, and hired another worker who was a breath of fresh air.  She was shocked that we were open to a child of any race and hadn’t considered domestic adoption.  Ten years ago, transracial adoption wasn’t as common as it is now.  She told us that  there were babies actually waiting to find families.  She told us we wouldn’t wait long for a match.  This time, it was my turn to be shocked.

We waited though.  And waited.  And waited.  Until I decided it was time to widen our horizons.  We contacted a lovely lady in Michigan named Shelia who now has an agency of her own.  I explained our situation, paid her a very small fee and didn’t think anything would come of it.  We waited some more.  Our Social Worker reminded us that our homestudy was only good for a year.  We reminded her that because of the failed Guatemalan that we had no money to renew it.  I cried.

This was it.  I was absolutely positive I was never going to be a mom.

In fact, when I called Shelia to tell her, I told her just that.

She told me she wasn’t going to let that happen.  I’m not kidding when I say this, Shelia called us back under an hour later with ResponsiBoy’s information.  He was already born and the revocation period in the state where he was waiting was due to be up in just a matter of days.  We waited on pins and needles those few days, and then we drove as fast as humanly possible, and of course within the posted speed limits, to get him.

Me and my first baby.

FPD and ResponsiBoy

First diaper change.

First bottle

First story.  

He was so cute, so funny, so amazing, and we were so young, and so totally in love with being his mom and dad.

We still are.

–FullPlateMom,
who is loving day one of this stroll down memory lane.

One Comment Add yours

  1. Yvette says:

    Oh thank you for shring this story – is he not the cutest EVER!!

    Like

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