So we drove the four hours down on Friday night to go meet our new sons. Boy, it sounds so weird to say that we are going to meet our sons. We have two empty car seats in the car and a stuffed animal for each of the boys. We stayed the night in town where our sons are from we were so nervous I do not think we slept at all. When I wake up in the morning I am going to meet my sons! What if they don’t like me?
When Saturday morning comes we got up, ate and headed over to meet the boys. It was kind of surreal, I mean here I am not a mom and in about 20 minutes I am going to meet my one year old and my three year old sons. Kids have always loved me but what if these ones don’t? What will I say to them? This is a day that we have been waiting for, but now it seems so scary. Two days ago I saw their pictures for the first time and now I am going to meet them and we are going to take the one year old back to the hotel with us.
We pulled up to the foster home of the baby and we held hands and made the walk up to the door. The butterflies were going nuts in my stomach. When they answered the door we saw this beautiful little baby boy holding on and walking over to us. He had this huge smile, chubby cheeks and gorgeous dark brown eyes. It is so hard to believe that this little man was going to turn our lives upside down.
Luckily our case worker had already been there and was waiting for us. How are we supposed to act? Do we change diapers? This was the foster home and we just met them it was a very odd feeling coming into someone’s home to meet our sons.
When we came in there was another little boy with blonde hair and big brown eyes and this super shy smile. We were in the same room as our sons. I cannot stop saying that our sons. We sat there and played with the boys, showed them the book we made to show them. We called it our “All about us” book. We had pictures of us, our home, their room, all their toys, our dogs and our cat. It had pictures of our extended family too. I do not really think that they knew what they were looking at but they told us to bring it.
We had our first official family picture taken in this home. I held the oldest and my husband held the baby. We always joke that it was meant to be as the baby had his finger in his nose in that picture it could not have been more perfect.
See more of our process through other entries:
Becoming a Mom through adoption