It's been over a year since our last update. I would apologize, but the point of this blog was never to serve as an outlet for our creativity nor our writing prowess. This blog was the mechanism by which we kept our friends and family informed during our adoption process. To that end there is an update, but it is as unfortunate as it is long.
As many of you know, Beatrice is quite the peach; and we love her very much. We were delighted when we were asked by Beatrice's birth mom (we'll call her BB for the sake of this post) to adopt the child she was currently carrying. How could we say no? A chance to have not only a sibling but also a birth sibling for Beatrice! Without hesitating we said yes.
There were some bumpy patches on road, but few adoptions are perfect. On the morning of Wednesday, December 10th, 2014, we received a phone call from our attorney telling us BB's water had broken and that she was going to the hospital. At this point we feared the worst. We had no idea how far along BB was in her pregnancy. Ironically enough, that afternoon BB was scheduled to see her physician to determine a due date. By our best guesses she was about 30 weeks.
Thankfully she was 35 weeks. BB delivered a healthy baby boy, that she decided to parent.
There is no recourse. There is no backup. There is no newborn in our arms and this little boy will never be.
There are many platitudes I could insert here, many idioms to distance myself from the rawness; but I will refrain. I have had times where I've felt as though I've moved on only to find myself crying in my car mere hours later. The grief is all too real still, and I don't know when or if ever it will leave. There is no final goodbye: we will see him grow every year of our lives knowing what could have been. I don't know how to grieve for something that was and wasn't mine at the same time. How is there closure for a wound that is always re-opened?
Does he cry like his sister?
Does he have the same curly hair?
Who will teach him about Jesus?
We will continue to seek a sibling for Beatrice, and I know the Lord works all things out for the good of those who believe in Him. We will persevere, and we will struggle; but I fear I will love this little boy who was never mine always.
Sunday, December 14, 2014
Saturday, May 25, 2013
Two months later....
Wow. Blog fail. I know a lot of you have been checking back for an update...let's just say we've been busy. Busy looking at this sweet face:
So, to back up a few months (yikes!)...
Baby girl was due around March 31, but we decided to fly down to Florida a few days before the due date to make sure we were around in time. Also, the end of March is SPRING BREAK WOOHOO season in Palm Beach, which means it is nearly impossible to make last minute hotel reservations. So we reserved our hotel for almost a month, just in case baby stuck around in the womb for a while. We figured we could spend some time at the beach, pretending to relax.
Our birth mom thought we were crazy. She insisted the baby was going to be a week overdue and that we shouldn't come down so soon. We struggled to love on her as she was pulling away from us and trying to cope with what was coming. I cried for about a week straight. I pretended I was excited that the baby was coming soon, but really I was terrified that we would have to come home with an empty car seat and no baby. We prayed, packed our bags, and left. We just couldn't stay in Kansas anymore.
So, we landed in Florida a little before midnight on March 26. When we got to the hotel, I turned on my phone, only to find these messages: "Baby is coming NOW!" "Where are you????" "Are you in Florida yet?"
I was tired. I was stressed. I checked my voice mail again. I reread the texts. They were real.
So I called our birth mom. "She's already here." She told me. The labor was quick, no time for medication. She asked if we could wait to come to the hospital in the morning, so she and the birth father could spend the night with their sweet little girl. Of course, we obliged. I laid in bed the entire night wide awake, looking at pictures on my phone of the baby.
In the morning, we called our parents and brothers and told them the baby was here. We didn't share a name or make a big announcement. She wasn't ours yet.
We finally got to meet the little one a little before lunch. The hospital was wonderful and let us have our own private room. We wheeled the baby between our room and our birth mom's room, each getting a chance to spend time alone with her.
Here was our sweet little girl! But was she really going to be ours? Would our birth mom change her mind? When could we finally tell people she was here???
Our birth mom stayed firm in her decision to place her little girl with us. We got to meet some of her family, who were so nice and supportive of us. She officially signed away her parental rights the next day. Seeing her and the birth father that day was hard. They love that little girl so much and were so broken to have to leave without her. We were excited that the adoption was going forward, but our hearts were so heavy for them.
What followed next was a complete whirlwind of signing papers, taking pictures, signing more papers, getting the baby ready to leave, and finally announcing to the world that we were taking our little BEATRICE BABY home! (or at least to the hotel..)
Can you find the baby??
Praise God!!
So, to back up a few months (yikes!)...
Baby girl was due around March 31, but we decided to fly down to Florida a few days before the due date to make sure we were around in time. Also, the end of March is SPRING BREAK WOOHOO season in Palm Beach, which means it is nearly impossible to make last minute hotel reservations. So we reserved our hotel for almost a month, just in case baby stuck around in the womb for a while. We figured we could spend some time at the beach, pretending to relax.
Our birth mom thought we were crazy. She insisted the baby was going to be a week overdue and that we shouldn't come down so soon. We struggled to love on her as she was pulling away from us and trying to cope with what was coming. I cried for about a week straight. I pretended I was excited that the baby was coming soon, but really I was terrified that we would have to come home with an empty car seat and no baby. We prayed, packed our bags, and left. We just couldn't stay in Kansas anymore.
So, we landed in Florida a little before midnight on March 26. When we got to the hotel, I turned on my phone, only to find these messages: "Baby is coming NOW!" "Where are you????" "Are you in Florida yet?"
I was tired. I was stressed. I checked my voice mail again. I reread the texts. They were real.
So I called our birth mom. "She's already here." She told me. The labor was quick, no time for medication. She asked if we could wait to come to the hospital in the morning, so she and the birth father could spend the night with their sweet little girl. Of course, we obliged. I laid in bed the entire night wide awake, looking at pictures on my phone of the baby.
In the morning, we called our parents and brothers and told them the baby was here. We didn't share a name or make a big announcement. She wasn't ours yet.
We finally got to meet the little one a little before lunch. The hospital was wonderful and let us have our own private room. We wheeled the baby between our room and our birth mom's room, each getting a chance to spend time alone with her.
Here was our sweet little girl! But was she really going to be ours? Would our birth mom change her mind? When could we finally tell people she was here???
Our birth mom stayed firm in her decision to place her little girl with us. We got to meet some of her family, who were so nice and supportive of us. She officially signed away her parental rights the next day. Seeing her and the birth father that day was hard. They love that little girl so much and were so broken to have to leave without her. We were excited that the adoption was going forward, but our hearts were so heavy for them.
What followed next was a complete whirlwind of signing papers, taking pictures, signing more papers, getting the baby ready to leave, and finally announcing to the world that we were taking our little BEATRICE BABY home! (or at least to the hotel..)
At this point we had to wait for our ICPC (Interstate Contract for Placement of Children) papers to be approved by the state of Florida, then the state of Kansas. Without this approval, we couldn't leave the state of Florida. We knew this could take a couple of weeks, but we had high hopes that we could be flying home soon. Our hopes were quickly dashed. Our papers weren't filed as quickly as we would have liked. Many of them had to be redone because of policy changes. The process was slow. It was stressful. At the beginning, we were cherishing the time we got to spend alone in the hotel with our new baby, bonding with her. At the end, we were going crazy. Here was our home away from home (Jeremy insisted we take the picture with our mess included):
Can you find the baby??
After two and a half weeks, on a Friday, our attorney called and said there was no way were going home until sometime the next week. I cried. Another weekend? How many episodes of Full House can one person watch before losing their mind? Maybe ten minutes later, our attorney called again. We were cleared to go home. I cried.
We booked the earliest flight we could and got outta there!
So what's next? Our birth parents can no longer change their minds. Their parental rights are terminated. Our attorney is Beatrice's legal guardian. I don't know what the legal term is for us right now. Her loving momma and daddy? We are required to have three follow-up visits in our home with our social worker (one is done, the second is tomorrow). After that, we wait for our court date to be set and for finalization! We are hoping for finalization to happen by the end of the year, but we have no way of knowing.
In the meantime, we've enjoyed 2 months of this:
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Florida and Winter's Wrath
It surely has been quite a while since our last update. To be completely honest, we didn't have much to write about. The nursery has been finished for some time, our paperwork was in order: in other words, there wasn't much to tell. This last weekend, however, was quite the doozy!
After some discussion with our lawyer, we decided to visit our birth mother in Florida. We were to fly out last Thursday, February 21st at about 6:00 pm. I'm sure many of you know that's when Mother Nature decided to work a little black (or should I say "white") magic. Our flight was canceled before lunchtime on Wednesday. We were re-booked for 6:20 am on Friday, February 22nd. Now 12 inches of snow can do crazy things, including canceling flights for a second time. As it turns out, all flights after 7:00 am on Friday were on time. We were just 40 minutes too early. Harumph!
We finally got out at 12:30 pm on Saturday. Our hotel was very gracious and allowed us to change check-in dates and credit card numbers (that's a story for a later date) without issue. The only problem, cheap hotels are cheap. We didn't sleep a wink that first night. I bet your thinking, "Jeremy, I'm sure it was your nerves at meeting your birth mother," or "Jeremy, it was probably the Denny's you had for dinner that night." I'm here to tell you that's nonsense. The room was just that bad. In fact, I was looking for another hotel at 2:30 am because neither of us was getting any sleep. We didn't get checked out until 9:00 am, little worse for wear except for extreme sleep deprivation. Needless to say we found a much better hotel.
Regardless of these petty issues, God displayed his providential will in our meeting with our birth mother. Ashley and I met her at a Cheesecake Factory with our attorney and her social worker. We felt compelled to tell her our how strongly we believed in keeping her in both her child's and our lives. We also learned a lot about our birth mother. I cannot imagine how it would have gone better.
Later we arrived at the much nicer hotel and discovered that a second storm was hitting Kansas City Monday night, causing our flight home to be canceled. Thankfully, we re-booked that bad boy to earlier in the day. Sneaked in just before the snow started to fall.
Thinking back on the weekend, it seemed almost like a movie script, something out of "Planes, Trains, and Automobiles" perhaps. I found myself laughing often: the situation was just too silly. I also saw the ocean for the first time. So there's that.
After some discussion with our lawyer, we decided to visit our birth mother in Florida. We were to fly out last Thursday, February 21st at about 6:00 pm. I'm sure many of you know that's when Mother Nature decided to work a little black (or should I say "white") magic. Our flight was canceled before lunchtime on Wednesday. We were re-booked for 6:20 am on Friday, February 22nd. Now 12 inches of snow can do crazy things, including canceling flights for a second time. As it turns out, all flights after 7:00 am on Friday were on time. We were just 40 minutes too early. Harumph!
We finally got out at 12:30 pm on Saturday. Our hotel was very gracious and allowed us to change check-in dates and credit card numbers (that's a story for a later date) without issue. The only problem, cheap hotels are cheap. We didn't sleep a wink that first night. I bet your thinking, "Jeremy, I'm sure it was your nerves at meeting your birth mother," or "Jeremy, it was probably the Denny's you had for dinner that night." I'm here to tell you that's nonsense. The room was just that bad. In fact, I was looking for another hotel at 2:30 am because neither of us was getting any sleep. We didn't get checked out until 9:00 am, little worse for wear except for extreme sleep deprivation. Needless to say we found a much better hotel.
Regardless of these petty issues, God displayed his providential will in our meeting with our birth mother. Ashley and I met her at a Cheesecake Factory with our attorney and her social worker. We felt compelled to tell her our how strongly we believed in keeping her in both her child's and our lives. We also learned a lot about our birth mother. I cannot imagine how it would have gone better.
Later we arrived at the much nicer hotel and discovered that a second storm was hitting Kansas City Monday night, causing our flight home to be canceled. Thankfully, we re-booked that bad boy to earlier in the day. Sneaked in just before the snow started to fall.
Thinking back on the weekend, it seemed almost like a movie script, something out of "Planes, Trains, and Automobiles" perhaps. I found myself laughing often: the situation was just too silly. I also saw the ocean for the first time. So there's that.
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
THE update!!!
We've had a crazy, stressful, exciting, scary, and joyful week. Let's just say we're tired.
I got a wonderful phone call on Monday of last week and found out that our profile book had been shown to a birthmother in Florida who was really interested in us and that I would be called that night with more information. I superglued my phone to my hand to make sure I wouldn't miss anything...it was a long night with no phone call.
Tuesday we got a little more information but still no decision.
Wednesday we heard that the birthmother still really liked us, liked that we live in "rural" Kansas (did she notice we live in Kansas City??) and wanted to know if we were okay with a long-distance open adoption (which we are!) I told the social worker that we love open adoption, but that I would check with Jeremy to make sure he was on board for annual trips to the lovely state of Florida.
Thursday--waiting, waiting, waiting. I finally made up an excuse to email the social worker and she said she was just waiting for me to confirm that Jeremy was on board. Uggghhh...I forgot to tell her that! I was waiting on them and they were waiting on me...frustrating!!!
Friday we left for Iowa to celebrate my grandma's 80th birthday. I checked my phone about 2,000 times on the way up and checked my email immediately upon checking in to the hotel. Nothing.
Saturday we had a lovely time strolling around Amana, Iowa, shopping for cheese, touring a woolen mill, eating a big meal with extended family, and biting our tongues as people asked about our adoption. "How's our adoption going? Hang on, let me check my phone..."
Sunday we lost control of our car driving home and were just thankful to be alive.
Monday morning we read the email that we had been MATCHED WITH A BABY!!!
Our birthmother sounds wonderful and the baby is due April 1st!. We have 20 weeks to hang that last shelf in the nursery...
We are over the moon that we have been matched, but we also understand that the baby isn't ours yet. Until she signs the papers shortly after birth, the birthmother is the baby's only mother and she has every right until then to change her mind and decide to parent. We hope that we can take the baby home, but we leave that in God's hands!
I got a wonderful phone call on Monday of last week and found out that our profile book had been shown to a birthmother in Florida who was really interested in us and that I would be called that night with more information. I superglued my phone to my hand to make sure I wouldn't miss anything...it was a long night with no phone call.
Tuesday we got a little more information but still no decision.
Wednesday we heard that the birthmother still really liked us, liked that we live in "rural" Kansas (did she notice we live in Kansas City??) and wanted to know if we were okay with a long-distance open adoption (which we are!) I told the social worker that we love open adoption, but that I would check with Jeremy to make sure he was on board for annual trips to the lovely state of Florida.
Thursday--waiting, waiting, waiting. I finally made up an excuse to email the social worker and she said she was just waiting for me to confirm that Jeremy was on board. Uggghhh...I forgot to tell her that! I was waiting on them and they were waiting on me...frustrating!!!
Friday we left for Iowa to celebrate my grandma's 80th birthday. I checked my phone about 2,000 times on the way up and checked my email immediately upon checking in to the hotel. Nothing.
Saturday we had a lovely time strolling around Amana, Iowa, shopping for cheese, touring a woolen mill, eating a big meal with extended family, and biting our tongues as people asked about our adoption. "How's our adoption going? Hang on, let me check my phone..."
Sunday we lost control of our car driving home and were just thankful to be alive.
Monday morning we read the email that we had been MATCHED WITH A BABY!!!
Our birthmother sounds wonderful and the baby is due April 1st!. We have 20 weeks to hang that last shelf in the nursery...
We are over the moon that we have been matched, but we also understand that the baby isn't ours yet. Until she signs the papers shortly after birth, the birthmother is the baby's only mother and she has every right until then to change her mind and decide to parent. We hope that we can take the baby home, but we leave that in God's hands!
Monday, October 8, 2012
An Update and a Thank You
This blog is starting to collect cobwebs--so I know an update is long overdue. I think I've been putting it off since I wasn't entirely sure what to say. A part of me was hoping I could just skip this update and go straight to telling you that we had been matched with a sweet babe. But that's not the case, so here goes...
When we decided to move forward with adoption instead of continuing with fertility treatments, in the back of mind I thought things would get easier (and faster!). I know now that I was completely mistaken. Our hearts are still 100% behind adoption and we eagerly await our child, but this is just plain hard. It's hard when we go a month without hearing anything from our agency, and it's even harder when babies come up that turn out not to be ours.
So far our family profile has been viewed 5 or 6 times (I've lost count, and I don't particularly want to go back and do a tally). We've heard about birthmothers in their 30s and birthmothers who are 16. African American babies, Hispanic babies, Caucasian babies, biracial babies. 2-year-olds, 2-week-olds, and babies due in 6 months. And all of these children have been placed in loving homes--just not ours. Through our tears, we praise God for those babies and the new families that He has created.
The lies that I tell myself are that no birthmother will ever pick us, that God is being cruel by allowing this roller coaster of emotions into our lives. But God is faithful in reminding me of the truth: He has shown incredible grace to us by taking us down this road, by showing us our utter need for dependence on Him, and replacing our pride with humility. He has taught us to rejoice right now, in the midst of trial, and that He is ALL that we need. "I say to myself, 'The Lord is my portion; therefore I will wait for him.'" (Lamentations 3:24) And as I was singing these lyrics, I cringed that I could ever think God was unloving:
How deep the Father's love for us,
How vast beyond all measure,
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure.
How great the pain of searing loss –
The Father turns His face away,
As wounds which mar the Chosen One
Bring many sons to glory.
Many of you don't know when we are having a tough week or need an encouraging word, but we have been blown away by the support you have given us right when we need it. We can't thank you enough for the sweet notes, hugs, and prayers that we've received from you. We know that we are loved and so is our future little one! Thank you! We praise God for all of you!
When we decided to move forward with adoption instead of continuing with fertility treatments, in the back of mind I thought things would get easier (and faster!). I know now that I was completely mistaken. Our hearts are still 100% behind adoption and we eagerly await our child, but this is just plain hard. It's hard when we go a month without hearing anything from our agency, and it's even harder when babies come up that turn out not to be ours.
So far our family profile has been viewed 5 or 6 times (I've lost count, and I don't particularly want to go back and do a tally). We've heard about birthmothers in their 30s and birthmothers who are 16. African American babies, Hispanic babies, Caucasian babies, biracial babies. 2-year-olds, 2-week-olds, and babies due in 6 months. And all of these children have been placed in loving homes--just not ours. Through our tears, we praise God for those babies and the new families that He has created.
The lies that I tell myself are that no birthmother will ever pick us, that God is being cruel by allowing this roller coaster of emotions into our lives. But God is faithful in reminding me of the truth: He has shown incredible grace to us by taking us down this road, by showing us our utter need for dependence on Him, and replacing our pride with humility. He has taught us to rejoice right now, in the midst of trial, and that He is ALL that we need. "I say to myself, 'The Lord is my portion; therefore I will wait for him.'" (Lamentations 3:24) And as I was singing these lyrics, I cringed that I could ever think God was unloving:
How deep the Father's love for us,
How vast beyond all measure,
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure.
How great the pain of searing loss –
The Father turns His face away,
As wounds which mar the Chosen One
Bring many sons to glory.
Many of you don't know when we are having a tough week or need an encouraging word, but we have been blown away by the support you have given us right when we need it. We can't thank you enough for the sweet notes, hugs, and prayers that we've received from you. We know that we are loved and so is our future little one! Thank you! We praise God for all of you!
Sunday, July 22, 2012
A post by the dog
Dear internet people,
Will you give me a tummy rub? I'm feeling a little stressed.
Those tall people sent me on a "vacation" and when I came back they had totally destroyed my bedroom.
All that new furniture is really cramping my style--where is a dog to go to take a decent nap around here?
And those "knick-knacks" and "stuffed animals?" Don't I make the room cute enough on my own?
Hold up--is that a photo of puppies in the background? So these little punks are good enough for a frame but I am not? How rude...
Sometimes, after the humans have gone to sleep, I sneak in here in to get a little shut-eye, but that furniture keeps me awake with it's Swedish mumbling...
"Varför är vi här?" ("Why are we here?")
"Varför de köper en krubba utan barn?" ("Why did they buy a crib without a baby?)
"Jag vill ha en köttbulle." ("I want a meatball.")
I don't know what a "baby" is, but I don't like the sound of it. I don't know what a "meatball" is, but I want one.
I'm off to sulk in the living room...
Will you give me a tummy rub? I'm feeling a little stressed.
Those tall people sent me on a "vacation" and when I came back they had totally destroyed my bedroom.
All that new furniture is really cramping my style--where is a dog to go to take a decent nap around here?
And those "knick-knacks" and "stuffed animals?" Don't I make the room cute enough on my own?
Hold up--is that a photo of puppies in the background? So these little punks are good enough for a frame but I am not? How rude...
Sometimes, after the humans have gone to sleep, I sneak in here in to get a little shut-eye, but that furniture keeps me awake with it's Swedish mumbling...
"Varför är vi här?" ("Why are we here?")
"Varför de köper en krubba utan barn?" ("Why did they buy a crib without a baby?)
"Jag vill ha en köttbulle." ("I want a meatball.")
I don't know what a "baby" is, but I don't like the sound of it. I don't know what a "meatball" is, but I want one.
I'm off to sulk in the living room...
Begrudgingly,
Ruby The Puppy
Saturday, June 2, 2012
On Open Adoption
Since we are now firmly in waiting mode, we're finding that we don't have much to say about where we are adoption-wise. In the week following our home study finalization, we had a rush of activity. We were told about one baby here in K.C. (which we both decided was a wrong fit for us--a decision that was remarkably easy) and a whole handful of others in different parts of the country. We are still not entirely sure if we want to pursue an out-of-state adoption, and we haven't gotten any further information, so we are now in a bit of a stalemate.
One of the main reasons we're concerned about a long distance adoption is the probability that the birth mother won't be able to have much contact with us after the adoption. We also are uncomfortable with the fact that we might not know what kind of counseling the birth mother is receiving. When we first started this process, we, like many other soon-to-be adoptive parents were really scared of an open adoption, where there is continued contact with the birth mother. It felt invasive (and still does a little, honestly) and problematic. Is it healthy for the birth mom to have so much contact with us? What if we don't get along? But as we've gotten further along, we've been finding ourselves being drawn to open adoptions more and more.
Our agency gave us a book to read that is written for mothers thinking about placing their child for adoption, called The Third Choice. I'm not gonna lie, it's not the happiest book on the planet, but it's been eye-opening. It reinforces the fact that adoption ultimately is a loss for everyone involved. The adoptive parents lose privacy and often are dealing with the loss of having a biological child. The child loses the experience of being raised with their biological family, and the birth mom obviously loses her baby. No matter how secure the birth mother is with her adoption decision, she will experience some kind of depression after the placement. The book quotes a birth mom, "I never knew I could hurt so much. I never thought I would cry so long." And while every situation is unique, having an open adoption can often help a birth mother cope. Seeing her baby in their new home with their new parents can help calm fears that she made a bad decision. She can also know and interact her child, just not as a parent. It also answers a lot of questions for the child. Here's a quote from the book from an adoptive parent:
"It's funny how initially I feared contact with my birthparent and now I treasure it. My daughter knows she is loved by her birthmom not because I have told her so but because she has been told this directly from her birthmom. This means the world to me as I know this contributes to my efforts to try to help her become a strong, well-adjusted young woman."
So we don't know what kind of adoption we'll end up with, we just hope and pray that the birth mom receives the support and counseling that she needs, and that the whole process is a healthy one.
In other news, we now have a new rug and light fixture for the nursery!
One of the main reasons we're concerned about a long distance adoption is the probability that the birth mother won't be able to have much contact with us after the adoption. We also are uncomfortable with the fact that we might not know what kind of counseling the birth mother is receiving. When we first started this process, we, like many other soon-to-be adoptive parents were really scared of an open adoption, where there is continued contact with the birth mother. It felt invasive (and still does a little, honestly) and problematic. Is it healthy for the birth mom to have so much contact with us? What if we don't get along? But as we've gotten further along, we've been finding ourselves being drawn to open adoptions more and more.
Our agency gave us a book to read that is written for mothers thinking about placing their child for adoption, called The Third Choice. I'm not gonna lie, it's not the happiest book on the planet, but it's been eye-opening. It reinforces the fact that adoption ultimately is a loss for everyone involved. The adoptive parents lose privacy and often are dealing with the loss of having a biological child. The child loses the experience of being raised with their biological family, and the birth mom obviously loses her baby. No matter how secure the birth mother is with her adoption decision, she will experience some kind of depression after the placement. The book quotes a birth mom, "I never knew I could hurt so much. I never thought I would cry so long." And while every situation is unique, having an open adoption can often help a birth mother cope. Seeing her baby in their new home with their new parents can help calm fears that she made a bad decision. She can also know and interact her child, just not as a parent. It also answers a lot of questions for the child. Here's a quote from the book from an adoptive parent:
"It's funny how initially I feared contact with my birthparent and now I treasure it. My daughter knows she is loved by her birthmom not because I have told her so but because she has been told this directly from her birthmom. This means the world to me as I know this contributes to my efforts to try to help her become a strong, well-adjusted young woman."
So we don't know what kind of adoption we'll end up with, we just hope and pray that the birth mom receives the support and counseling that she needs, and that the whole process is a healthy one.
In other news, we now have a new rug and light fixture for the nursery!
And baby's not the only one getting new furniture:
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