April 25, 2006, almost 9 months later to the day, I got the call, "Michelle, my paper work says you will take babies. Is that right?"
Gasp! "Yes. Yes, I will!"
"Well, we have a 9 month old who needs you. He should be here any minute. Can you get here before the office closes at 5?"
The next 2 years are confidential as our baby "I" who we were told from the beginning would be a short-term foster placement remains technically our foster son. As much as I want to share our roller coaster ride of ups and downs, happiness and tears, heartache and indifference, I can't until his adoption is final. Within a matter of weeks he will have our last name, we will be put on the birth certificate, we will have a party and we could not be happier.
God had decided to complete our family with Baby "I" way back when I was clinging to life on the delivery table birthing "E" and my uterus. My God knew we couldn't risk delivering another baby and He put it on my heart that our family was not complete - VERY HAPPY, but not complete. I couldn't explain that ache to my husband. I could only describe a future family photo in my head...there were 5 people on our couch posing for a picture but one's face was a blur. I had to fill that face. We did.
Back when we were thinking about getting into foster care I had a very vivid dream about a baby boy. He was a strawberry blond with blue eyes and I couldn't shake the image of his little face for days. It was one of those dreams that just hangs in your head like a memory. For days I kept feeling like I was forgetting something when I would leave the house - the baby....ugh it was just a dream!
A couple weeks ago I was re-reading an old journal, I found the entry about that dream...I looked at the date and did the math. My dream was within weeks of when my blond/blue-eyed baby boy would have been conceived.
God is good.
Our family is complete.
"Born not under my heart, but in it."