Hey friends! I'm so excited for you all to read this beautiful piece here written by Amanda. A friend of mine shared this post on Facebook a few weeks ago, but when I asked her about it, she didn't know Amanda - she had just seen it posted by someone else and loved it, so I pretty much cyber-stalked Amanda down to see if she would want to share on The Baby Wait. She graciously obliged! Amanda writes a lovely blog where you can read more of her stories. One of my other favorites is this one. Enjoy, sweet friends!
So you adopted because you couldn't get pregnant?
A lot of people ask me, “So, did you guys adopt because you couldn’t get pregnant?” I think that’s the most common conclusion in terms of adoption. (at least with people who don’t have biological children.) And while certain aspects of our adoption and infertility story do overlap, one was not a direct result of the other. My story of infertility and Mills’ story are two very different things and it is important to me that they stay separate from one another.
We started trying to get pregnant seven years ago. (or ONE HUNDRED because it feels exactly the same)
I was so clueless and naïve that I actually CALLED my doctor’s office:
“Hi. I just wanted to let you know that my husband and I are HAVING A BABY.”
“When did you test positive?” The nurse wasn’t the friendliest, but I had AMAZING news, so I was sure she’d come around.
“Oh, haha! We aren’t pregnant yet, but we are GOING to be. We decided to have a baby and I took that ovulation test AND got a smiley face AND we, well, you KNOW, so….” I’m pretty sure I was giggling. Also, I talk in extreme run on sentences when I’m excited.
(total silence) And then, “Honey, what is it you are calling about?”
I felt a little sorry for her. And confused. Didn’t she know anything?? “BECAUSE we are going to have a baby. (???) Don’t you want to put it on my chart? Or have me come in or something?”
And then laughter. That woman laughed at me. “Why don’t you call me back when you get a positive pregnancy test.” (more laughing)
I was crushed. I was angry. And now, I look back and feel so sad for me… but I laugh too. I did not know ONE SINGLE THING about all this.
Fast forward through four years of trying and waiting and crying and testing and SO.MANY.”NO”s.
No, you aren’t pregnant this month. No, we don’t know what is wrong. No, insurance doesn’t cover that. Nope, still not pregnant. No, no, no no…
And the week before my 30th birthday, I was the one who said no. Matt and I were sitting outside watching the sunset and I said, “Ok. I’m done. I don’t want to look back at our life and say, ‘those were the miserable years.’ So, no more. If the children in our lives are simply those in the families around us that will be enough. I will be okay.” And for the first time, I meant it.
It wasn’t one month later that my high school guidance counselor called and said, “Amanda, I was sitting in my front room reading my Bible and God told me to call you.” (When someone says God told them to call, you LISTEN!) She went on to tell me that her daughter had just adopted from an agency who needed birth parents willing to adopt outside their race. I listened and thanked her and that was all.
Here is what you need to know about adoption and me. Throughout the years of trying I heard:
“Oh! You should adopt. You know EVERYONE gets pregnant when they adopt.” And also, “God must not want you to have children. You should adopt! It’s the right thing to do.” (To me, the "right thing to do" meant driving the speed limit, flossing, recycling?) Again and again, this was spoken over me until I began to hate the word adoption and everything about it. It seemed like second best. A consolation prize. So I made a vow. I was sitting on Lolly’s floor crying and said these very words,
“I will never buy a baby. I WILL NEVER adopt. God would have to literally drop a baby out of the sky and say ‘this one is yours!!’ for me to adopt.”
(I still cringe remembering those hurtful words)
You know what they say about never saying never? Yes. That.
I wish I could tell you the specifics about what happened next. But there isn’t a logical explanation. It simply seemed that God came rushing in, softened my hardened heart and changed Matt’s all at once. We were riding in the car one day not long after my counselor called and Matt said, “Are we really going to say ‘no’ to children because they don’t come the way we thought they would?”
And after a tornado of miracles and suddenly “YES”es, (this is a whole other story), suddenly my son was in my arms.
This is what I can tell you now. We didn’t adopt because we couldn’t get pregnant. We couldn’t get pregnant because our first born son was to come to our family through adoption.
Now that he is home, we know without a doubt that even before the world began, Mills was ours. And that, God graciously allowed enough time to pass so we would open our hearts and walk into the plan that had always been.
It was always the plan. The first choice. And because of it, I have actually come to treasure my years of infertility. Isn’t it ironic? Infertility made me a mother. Not because I ran out of options, but because all along it was the only option.
Amanda Leach is married to her high school sweetheart and has one son, Miles (age 3). She writes and paints and spends as much time as she can telling people about Jesus! (www.iammrsfancypants.blogspot.com)