Saturday, November 7, 2009

Two Years Ago Today...

...we saw his face for the very first time. What an incredible, humbling, heartbreaking, and beautiful moment.

First glimpse, picture dated October 2007


November 7, 2008


November 7, 2009

Here is a recap of "the call" from a forum post I made awhile back:

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We had been hanging out near the top of our agency's "unofficial" list for several months during court closure, when a whole slew of referrals came in one Wednesday afternoon. All of my friends were forum lurkers at that point, so I got a barrage of emails asking if I had heard anything. At 5pm, I called it quits, assuming we weren't in that "batch" since we hadn't heard anything. Chris picked me up and we headed home. On the way, I called my mom to let her know that there had been movement on the list, but no news for us. At this point, we were one month past the longest estimated wait time for a referral, and I think I was kind of numb to the pain (some of you may be experiencing that right now :)). We were pretty quiet when we walked in the door, and then Chris remembered that the ND Men's Basketball team was playing at home that night. It seemed like a good idea to blow off some steam by screaming at a game, and we love college basketball. So we're standing in the kitchen scarfing down some food, getting ready to leave, when a loud screeching noise filled the apartment. Honest to goodness, it sounded like one of our cats was dying, or at least in serious pain, so I sprinted into the other room to check. Suddenly, Chris yelled, "Christina, stop!" He had this funny look on his face as he said, "I think that's your phone." I listened more carefully, and I realized that it was, indeed, my phone. We had recorded Chris's voice yelling, "Pick up the phone, Christina, pick up the phone!" as our ringtone for Lindsay (our adoption specialist), so we would know when it was "the call." Turns out, Chris's voice + my phone = a dying cat. Who knew? Anyway, I completely lost it. I don't remember much of the next few seconds, but Chris said I put my hands on top of my head and kept running around until he finally reminded me to answer the phone. When Lindsay asked if it was an okay time to talk, I started bawling and cried through the whole call. And when Lindsay said our son was born in October, Chris and I both said "Okay! So twelve months old, got it. Alright!" Lindsay sounded confused and, half-laughing, said, "No, no, October as in four weeks ago. He's four weeks old." Holy smokes.

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I love reminiscing about "the call," but this year I'm reminded more than ever of how painful the wait for the call can be, as many friends have reached 16+ months of waiting. So to all those friends waiting for the phone to ring: may good news find you soon.

3 comments:

Life in the Bend said...

Happy Referalversary!

Emily said...

I'm so sad...I forgot all about Abel's referral day. :( Thanks for reminding me. How blessed we are!!!!

Crystal said...

Thanks for the encouragagement Christina! I loved reading about your call! I hope when I get mine that I will have an equally fun story!