We got a call on Thursday to see if we wanted to head to Las Vegas and meet a couple who had a baby boy, and thought they wanted to place him for adoption. They weren't 100% of placing, but wanted to meet us after we spoke on the phone. We busted our tushes on Friday morning getting ready to leave and caught a flight, expecting to meet them when we arrived. Well, they panicked and changed their minds, and after taking a little profit from the Sahara casino, we decided to head home on Saturday.
We were in the shuttle from the rental car lot to the airport, feeling sad and dejected, and got a call from my facilitator, asking if we'd like to be presented for another baby that had been born on Thursday in Kansas. We parked ourselves at the airport, waiting for our profile to be viewed, and then amazingly got a call that we had been chosen! We rebooked our flight and flew into Tulsa, OK and then drove up to Kansas, and arrived late last night. We got to meet our son at around midnight last night, and roomed at the hospital.
This morning we met the birth mom and her grandparents, who are her guardians. She is very tall and sweet and lovely and it was a good meeting. Very bittersweet, to balance their sadness against our happiness, but it went well. We will maintain contact at least with letters and photos. The baby is just gorgeous! Oh yeah, and it's a boy. 6 lbs and 11 oz, and 18 inches long. I think he will end up with his birth mother's height, judging from his feet!
What craziness, huh? I can't believe I'm typing with a sweet baby in my arms, after all this.
PS - nobody has heard from M since we called our agency and attorney last week and told them that we had to cut her off. I feel some remorse over what will happen to Bubba, and I still hope and pray fervently that he will end up with a better life than her for a mother.