Part Of The Process

The week of November 14th turned out to be one that challenged our family immensely. We had received a phone call about a birth mom that was located in the state of Nevada. She was due very soon and was looking for a family. We agreed to be shown to her and after days of anticipation she chose our family for her son. We were ecstatic and immediately went into panic mode so that we could be ready to hit the road. We hit Walmart in a hurry and bought most of what we would need for the hotel room stay. Aiden helped me wash and fold tiny little boy clothes and helped us get packed. He was really excited to become a big brother and even more excited to go stay with his Grandma Janie and Grandpa Darrell. The birth mom was a bit sketchy from the beginning but our desire to become parents again over rode our doubts. We were ready to go and were awaiting the phone call to head that way. The phone call never came and the social worker that we were working with was avoiding all of our calls. She was just doing her job knowing that she couldn't answer until she could provide us with factual information. Eventually we came to find out that our birth mom changed her mind. We also found out that we were the fourth family that she had led to believe that we would be adopting her son. We were devastated to say the least but also knew that this was part of the process, something that we had signed up for. Aiden was so sad and we really questioned for the first time being so open with him about everything. Rob and I had made this decision as adults and hadn't thought about the negative impact that it could have on our little boy. So we sat down with him and did what we had done all along, we told him the truth. We knew we would all need some time to clear our heads and move forward. It wasn't meant to be for a reason greater than what we could understand at the time. We accepted it, packed up all of the things we had bought for him, and started waiting all over again.