A few weeks ago I found myself in a familiar place. A place,
due to my season of life, I find myself in quite often. I was sitting in a
circle of women who were sharing their birth stories. I heard tales of water
breaking, c-sections, epidurals, 10 pound babies, water births, midwives, and
even a husband’s broken hand. These are not unfamiliar stories to me. I listen
quietly as women share about their miraculous moments often. I usually nod,
smile, say “awe” at the appropriate times, and sometimes hold back what might
be coming forth from a rumbling in my stomach as certain ladies like to give
vivid detail.
This time, this conversation, was a bit different however.
At the end of three women’s stories, most like I had heard before, a lady
turned to me and said, “Wow, I guess you got the easy way out huh?” In the moment I was thrown off. I just smiled
and said, “Well, adoption is certainly a different kind of labor but I wouldn’t
say it was easy.”
So on behalf of all adoptive mothers I would like to share
about a different kind of labor. I think
every birth is miraculous and undoubtedly special for the mother so I am
certainly not trying to take anything away from biological mothers. I think
it’s incredible, and after hearing some of the stories I have heard, downright
impressive. I want to hear your birth stories. I want to enter into that moment
with you as you relive the excitement and wonder of bringing your child into
this world. So, please don’t hear me say that I think adoption is harder, more
difficult, scarier, riskier, etc. Please do hear me say that adoption is
different. It is hard, it is difficult, it is scary, and it is risky. But so is
giving birth, or at least that’s what they tell me
If I had had the time to think through it, here is what I would
have said to my friend who jokingly implied that I got the easy way out by
adopting rather than giving birth. Yes, I agree with you that I did not have
weird cravings and swollen ankles for months of pregnancy. I agree with you
that I did not struggle through hours or physical labor. I agree with you that
I did not feel the pain it causes a woman’s body to deliver a baby. I agree
with you that I was not sore for days afterwards or don’t bear the physical
scars delivery may have left you with. You are right. In the physical sense I
did get the easy way out.
But I would like to tell you how very hard adoption is and
how much I labored over my son. I began laboring almost 2 years before he was
born. I labored over a desperate desire for a child. I labored in prayer so
hard that I wore a permanent callous on my knee and a worn spot on my plush
bedroom carpet. I cried out to God for a child and waited, then waited some
more. I know there are many biological mommies who began labor the very same
way, so we might have that in common.
I labored over the decision to adopt. I knew it was what my
heart desired. I had always wanted to adopt. But to actually come face to face
with the decision was quite difficult. I kept mulling over all the things
you hear about adoption: “It’s too
risky, what if they want the child back, what if the child is sick, what if
he/she has serious emotional problems, what if the birth mother does drugs, and
not to mention the cost.” After months of wearing my callous knees just a little
tougher we put our yes on the table. We said we will move forward with adoption
and see what God has in store for our family.
Then I began laboring over mounds and mounds of paperwork. I
would fill out one packet just to receive another in the mail. It felt endless.
All that was keeping me from my baby was this paper, and that paper, and this
medical form, and that FBI check, etc. I labored well into the wee hours of the
morning filling out those papers and requesting those forms.
Then I began laboring through each adoption situation. Our
phone would ring and we would hear about a little baby being born in X amount
of days, weeks, or months. We would find out if this baby was a boy or girl, if
they were at any health risk, what the situation with the birth parents was
like, etc. Then we would decide whether to present our profile. Most of the
time we said yes. After presenting our profile I began another kind of labor.
Laboring over the wait to hear if this birth family chose us. Many times, 6 to
be exact we got a phone call saying that the birth family of this little one
that I had already fallen in love with simply by the brief description
provided, chose another family. Of course our prayer was always that each child
would be placed in the family God desired for him/her but it didn’t make those
labor pains any easier.
Then I began what may have been the most exciting and
terrifying part of this different kind of labor. We matched!!!! I had ten days
to get ready for my little guy. I labored over all the fears that I had somehow
pushed to the back of my mind. What if something happens to him? What if she
changes her mind before we get there, or worse, after we get there? What if I
hold him in my arms and fall madly in love and she says she can’t do this and
wants him back? What if 3 years from now he looks at me and says, “Mommy, why
is your skin lighter than mine?” What will I say, how will I help him know just
how very special and amazing he is?
Once we arrived at the hospital labor got really intense. I
heard his heart on the monitor and I fell a little deeper in love with each
beat. I tried to hold back and guard my heart until the five day revocation
period was up and he was safely and securely in our care. But I couldn’t do it.
I was in love and that wasn’t changing. There was no holding this mama’s heart
back. Then I held the hand of a woman who was physically laboring as she gave
birth to my son. I labored with her, a different kind of labor, but labor all
the same.
Then, unique to most births, my labor continued. I was
holding this little miracle for which I had prayed for so long and I was
looking in the eyes of the beautiful woman choosing me to be his mother. I
ached for her. I ached to wrap this baby up and take him far away so there was
no chance he would not be mine. I ached for time to still and speed up all at
the same time. I watched the clock as the hours ticked by until the five days
(the revocation period) was up. I placed my baby boy in the arms of his birth
mother twice. I watched her tear up. I watched her hug and kiss him. I watched
her snuggle him. Talk about labor. That was intense. I wanted to hug her and
tell her that it was all going to be ok, that she was making a good choice and
that he will always know how much she loves him. And at the same time I wanted
to scoop him up and stake my claim. I’m not sure I have ever experienced
anything so incredible and so painful at the same time.
So, no I don’t have a great story of how many hours I was in
labor (although I could add up the hours it took me to fill out that paper work
and I might have you beat). I can’t join in your conversation as you share
about all the birthing methods you considered, or tried. I don’t know what it
feels like to have my water break, heart, yes, but water no. I don’t know what it
feels like to be numb from the waist down. I have never experienced the intensity pitocin
adds to labor. Although, there were many times I wish there had been some
medication, some thing, that would speed up my labor process.
But I do know what it feels like to labor over a child, a
life, a miracle. And, I did it all without an epidural.