(if you;d like to catch up on part 1, read my previous post)
At 7:10 am on October 22nd, I was up getting ready for my mom’s bible study and Adam was getting Emerson breakfast. My phone rang. It was time to go to the hospital and welcome our second son to the world! AHHHHHHH!!!! I hung up the phone and literally screamed and jumped up and down. Adam looked at me like… I was his wife (he knows my level of crazy) and we went into action. We got Emerson to his planned destination and loaded up into the car that had been packed with stuff for the hospital for a few days. We had waited only five days for the hospital call! As we drove a few hours away to the hospital we prayed and talked about various baby things. We tried deparately to settle on a name. Micah had been one of the only names we both loved and Nicholas is an adaptation of my middle name (Emerson has Adam’s). By the time we reached the hospital, Micah Nicholas was settled.
Micah Nicholas..love. 🙂
This story is amazing to me. I just have to warn you that it’s not possible I could do it justice with my words.
Before arriving we knew we’d be meeting the birth mom that day. I’ll call her Shelly. We knew she was willing to have me in the room for the delivery. That was an amazing thing. That’s about all we knew.
As we journeyed toward her room, hand in hand, my heart was beating out of my chest. I am about to meet my son’s birth mother. The woman who is carrying him and loves him in a way I’ll never know. We are joyfully walking into this room but also saddened by the situation and the sadness she has…the reality that as we welcome him, she is saying a heartbreaking good-bye. How do you navigate equal amounts of joy and sorrow? You ask for wisdom and walk in the room and do the best you know how. You don’t know how.
We opened the door and there was Shelly and the adoption counselor, Michelle. There she was. She smiled her big, beautiful smile at us and we exchanged big hugs. For a few hours we got to sit and get to know her as we waited for Micah to arrive. We heard about her life, her children, Micah’s family, her interests, the moment she chose us, and many other things I’ll cherish forever. Many things I tucked away in my memory to write down to share with Micah one day. In those few hours I saw her concern as Micah’s heart rate dropped. I saw her love for him and I was so thankful. I had prayed that God would bless his story with a mom who loves him. A mom who didn’t want to see him go. And He did. I get to share that with him as he grows…that his other mom, she loves him and she wants to know how he is. That overwhelms my heart. I know not all children will have that..
After some time, the doctor came in the room and announced they would be taking her for a c-section because Micah’s heart rate was dropping too low.
She allowed me to come too. I want to say that in some beautiful way….how much that meant, how hard that must have been, but I can’t. She allowed both of his moms to welcome him. It brings me to my knees to think about. I can’t even describe the joy it brought to see him come into this world.
After putting on the really fashionable scrubs I joined her in the operating room. I’ll never in a thousand years have a more powerful moment. We held hands and cried together. She allowed me to pray with her and encourage her strength throughout the surgery. Our eyes were locked on each other until the moment we heard his first strong cry. We both smiled and she told me to go meet him. God’s power guided those moments. On my own I may have had a million scary thoughts whirling around, a million things I would have done differently but His thoughts entered my mind in that moment. I wouldn’t have changed a thing…Don’t for a moment think I’m strong on my own. I was overwhelmed by her strength more than my own.
We let go of each others hand and I went over to meet Micah. He was gorgeous (aside from the newborn goo), and spittin mad. 😉 Shelly told me “congratulations mom”..and tears of joy flooded my eyes.
I’ll never be able to thank the nurses enough for their thoughtfullness. I lost all brain power as I stared at him and they reminded me to take pictures. One of them took my camera from me for a picture together and as she whisked us to the nursery she broke the rules and let me go introduce him to Adam for a split second.
In the nursery they went through all of their tests and such and I just watched him. Adam watched through the window and we smiled at each other. Our baby boy was with us! And again, he was MAD…until he got a bottle which he loudly gulped down. 😉
We FINALLY got to go to our room with him (another generous thing the hospital provided) to cuddle and fall deeper in love with our newest son. Our son. Wow. We stayed with him every minute we could for the next few days. I got one night alone with him while Adam went home to be with Emerson.
The next morning Micah spent some time with Shelly and they said their “see you laters”. I’m forever thankful for the time we got to spend with her. I’m thankful that she was gracious enough to take pictures with us and him so that one day he can see everyone who helped bring him into the world that day. I’m again so thankful to have to have seen her love for him.
After our sweet good-byes we loaded into the car for our long drive and headed home with Micah Nicholas…