When I started this blog, I gave a brief history of our experiences in the international adoption world, but I said very little about what brought us to this decision. Now, things have happened in our life that's changed everything, and I feel the need to share our entire story. So here it is.
I always knew I wanted children some day, but the birth of our niece in Jan. 2006 was what helped us make the decision to finally start a family. We tried to have a child for a year. All the "experts" say that if you don't get pregnant in a year there is usually a problem, so we began the first round of infertility testing. The first of what eventually became three different infertility diagnoses had us ending up at a fertility clinic. We were supposed to have a small, fixable problem, but were told they wouldn't even treat us until we'd succombed to another battery of tests and spent thousands of dollars, nevermind the invasiveness (and possibility of failure) of it all. Chris and I decided it wasn't worth it. We'd met several people who'd had successful international adoptions, so we decided that adoption was the route for us.
By this time, it was August 2007 and as I stated in my first blog entry, we chose an adoption with Vietnam. One year later, Vietnam was closed and we were back to square one on the adoption front. We started the Nepal paperwork, but also revisited the idea of a pregnancy. This time, our first diagnosis was proven wrong, we received a second diagnosis, I underwent a surgical procedure to correct it, and ended up with a third and very final infertility diagnosis: I had blocked fallopian tubes, could only get pregnant through in-vitro fertilization, and if I were to get pregnant on my own, it would most likely be ectopic. In-vitro is very expensive and only has a 40% success rate, so we gave up on pregnancy for good and focused all our hopes on Nepal.
That was August 2008. In April 2009, I took a pregnancy test, convinced that I was sad, pathetic, and crazy to even think I might be pregnant after all we'd been through, but it was true. I was pregnant. The doctors had me in the office for an ultrasound immediately, but it wasn't ectopic. There was a small black spot in my uterus, exactly where it was supposed to be. And now, nine months later, we have a baby daughter. She's beautiful, healthy, and wonderful.
How did this happen? We're really not sure. Perhaps I was just one of the 12% of women who have a false reading on the dye test. Perhaps it was the hot yoga classes I started in September (a fantastic exercise), or perhaps it was all the people who'd prayed for us over all of this. I suppose we'll never know.
So where does that leave us on the adoption front? I'm afraid nowhere. Now that our daughter is here and a part of our household, we have to officially change all of our paperwork. Nepal's rule is that we have to wait six months. Also, they have a birth order rule that says we can't adopt a child older than the children already a part of the household. So essentially, our adoption journey in that country is at an end, for all of our paperwork would expire before we're eligible for an adoption there. We could change programs and pursue an adoption in a new country, but that would put us back to square one not only on paperwork, but also on money.
At this point, I truly feel that we need to focus on the family we have and worry about expansion later. Even with the joy of our new family, it's hard to let go of the child we'd already had in our hearts. I know that there are plenty of hopeful adoptive parents out there for the children who need them, and I sincerely hope that they all find each other soon.
And now, as the late Paul Harvey would say, you know the rest of the story.
Cecelia Bo (born 1/6/10)