It was December 2005, we had already received some calls related to the website we had out there on the world wide web announcing that we wanted to be a family through adoption, domestic open adoption. So far the calls we received had not amounted to any future calls with the person on the other line … until that one call in December.
C found our website on a google search. She called through our 1-800 number midday and my husband (working from home) answered. They talked for a bit. Both nervous I’m sure. We learned she was 8 weeks pregnant and was pretty sure she wanted to place her baby in an adoption. They agreed to talk again. It wasn’t until after the holidays that C called back again. This time I happened to answer the phone. It was a great conversation like talking to an old friend. The three of us talked this time conferencing on our home phone. We shared with her our facilitator’s name and number and asked if she would like to be called or to call her. She chose to call our facilitator. For us this was the first real step on our parenthood journey.
Turns out she called our facilitator within days of talking to us and after they talked and C gave a medical release for pregnancy verification, we all talked again soon after. Because C was so early in her pregnancy we were all encouraged to start our relationship, too early for much else as a lot could happen in the next 7 months.
We talked, emailed and through Yahoo instant messages chatted and shared pictures. Our calls would be full of fun and sharing about ourselves to each other. Our Yahoo instant messages were filled with sharing fun photos that we all had to share of each other.
She told us more why she though adoption was the right plan for her baby. She passed on the contact info of the baby’s father and let us know we could contact him to talk to as well. My husband called him and with that we got to know him as well.
Before we knew it, weeks and months were passing by. It was April and now C was 6 months pregnant. Our facilitator suggested we meet in person. Mind you we lived in different states that aren’t that close to each other. We started making plans for C to come visit us. Our only pre-requisite was that her parents knew why she was travelling (she lived at home and at the point had not told them she was pregnant).
We were excited to meet in person after these months of communication and developing a relationship.
As we waited to pick her up at the airport we wondered, could this be it?