When we started the adoption process, we had at least an idea of the risks involved.
We knew that nothing was for sure until the mom signed. The baby wasn’t our baby until that happened.
But when the expectant mom we were matched with decided to parent her baby, all of our emotional preparation didn’t keep us from being devastated.
We were thankful she made the decision shortly before we actually met the baby. We were thankful we didn’t bring the baby home and then she change her mind. It could have been so much harder.
But that is small consolation when you were expecting a baby and you end up with nothing but air.
I think everyone grieves loss and disappointment differently. For us…
We got a puppy.
Really, Chris probably would have done anything to make me happy again. Except getting the kitten that I suggested. He always draws the line at cats.
But when I jokingly said something about settling for a puppy, he was on his phone faster than lightening, looking at puppy listings.
I weakly protested the idea. However, when we met up with a lady in an Indiana Chick-Fil-A parking lot to see her 7-week-old Yorkie puppy, I lost all will power.
We brought home the little ball of fluff and named him Oliver.
And he’s kind of like a therapy dog (which I think means I can take him in the grocery store, right?). Because I’ve been pretty much okay since we got him.
Basically, it’s prep for when we DO adopt. Because he’s about as high maintenance as a baby.
I just hope I get him potty-trained before that happens.