Okay, so I feel down the rabbit hole last week and I apologize. Right after my book club post, Nadia and I were contacted by a birth mom and that has taken a lot of my energy and attention.
I will write more about it later this week but those posts will be password protected.
Let me know if you want the password.
Thanks for hanging with me.
xo
I was minding my own business on Friday night when I received a provocative email.
The subject line said, “Possible Situation” and when I saw that the email was from my attorney, Britney, my heart skipped a beat.
Could this be it?
My hands were shaking as I opened. This is what it said:
“Eva, take a look at the email below and let me know if you are interested.
Adoptive Family Wanted
Interested parties to send profiles by Feb. 2″
Okay, well, I saw some questionable elements in the profile, but I immediately reached for the phone to call Nadia anyway. Her phone rang for a few minutes and then went to voice mail. I, then, decided to text her, just in case, she was in a meeting and able to respond quickly but I didn’t hear back from her for at least 15 minutes.
So I decided to call my attorney. I was feeling a little apprehensive about the situation but since it was Friday at 7PM, I thought it would be best to get as much information as possible before we started the weekend.
When I called my attorney, she sounded really rushed. She has caller ID so she knew it was me, ” “Hi! I only have a few minutes, but did you get my email?”
“Okay, well,” I said, “I just wanted to ask you about that. I wanted to know if you had any more information about the birth parents relationship and…?
Britney cut me off.
“Well, if you are interested, we need to send the profiles to the attorney by February 2nd.
Well, that’s just it, the profiles says, February 2nd, but it’s March 26th, Britney.
“OMIGOD, OMIGOD, I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry!” she stammered. “That was an old email and I really should not have sent that to you, but don’t worry, your baby is out there.”
“That’s okay, ” I said, a little shell-shocked.
I hung up the phone, feeling relieved, sad, and a slightly pissed.
This week, Nadia and I will enter into a sort of “extended two week wait.” All of our paperwork has been submitted to the courts, which means that we are free to begin advertising and networking. Last week, we received a copy of our homestudy, which was glowing. What a relief!
Tomorrow, I will send ‘final’ versions of our profile book to our attorney for one final review. This will be the document that the potential birth moms will sift through, among hundreds of others, so that she can decide whether or not she would like to meet us. Utlimately, she’s the one who decides if she will pick us or not.
The back and forth of the editing process between me and our lawyers hasn’t been too bad but I’m glad I see a light at the end of the tunnel. It’s hard to figure out what to say about yourself and it’s hard to figure out what picture to include in a profile of your life. I mean it’s another round of: Does that picture make me look fat? too old? too young? bored? in love enough? etc. In other words, it’s another marketing project and it’s a little weird to ’sell yourself to a birthmom,’ but I haven’t allowed myself to analyze it too much. Anyway, another wait will soon begin.
Yet, this is not the kind of wait I’m used to. When I was actively trying to get pregnant, it was about monitoring every bodily twinge and all of my anxiety revolved around my bodily functions. This is different. This revolves around networking with other people and getting hand picked by someone else, so my anxiety is externalized in some ways, but it’s still there.
She’s baaaaaaaaaaack!
I’m scared. Of course, I’m scared. Once Nadia and I put ourselves out there, who knows what we’ll get back? Yes, I know, I know, it’s important to stay positive, but let’s face it, I’ve been waiting for a baby for a loooong time. I could see a lot of my feelings of inadequacy popping up if it begins to feel as if we are “waiting forever.”
On the other hand, I gotta say that the adoption process has been so much more user-friendly than the TTC process ever was, at least for me, anyway. I’ve felt support and love from everyone I’ve met, ranging from pre-adoptive parents, to adopted children, to parents, to lawyers and other professionals. Oh, I still have flash backs about the fertilty clinics and those insensitive doctors. Of course, there have only been a few a-holes in the adoption mix, but that’s to be expected. Overall, it’s been nothing like my TTC hell.
Anyway, here I go again! But, this time, I hope it will be more fruitful.
Please read this post until the end to get a gold star.
Generally, I stay away from politics. I don’t think that I’ve ever written an overtly political blog post, except the one time I went off on the United States healthcare system in the midst of my personal health care crisis but that was more of a rant than a call to action.
This week’s teachable moment is a cry for help because it’s about the projected ‘sunset’ of the federal adoption tax credit.
I know it sounds like an incredibly boring topic because anything with the word ‘tax’ in it is generally an invitation to start a snooze fest—at least for me– but if I haven’t lost you yet, I beg you to read on just a little bit further. I promise to keep this short.
The Federal Adoption Tax credit is $12,150 but the tax credit is set to sunset in December 2010 unless Congress votes to continue it.
The reason why this concerns me is because adopting an infant can cost up to $30,000 (Yikes! )I mean, hopefully it won’t but I never thought I was spend as much as I did on fertility treatments, but I digress… This tax credit would give Nadia and I some relief and, hopefully, we will adopt by the end of the year and will be set.
But what if we don’t?
Given the small fortune that we spent on fertility treatments over the past three years, the idea that we could get some relief during the next leg of our journey has really kept me going. And then on the other hand, even if we do adopt and we get the tax credit what about all the men and women out there who are still in TTC hell and decide next year that they want to adopt. What then? Or what about the people who don’t even bother with the TTC and just decide next year that they really, really want to adopt? What about those people? Huh?
I mean, I hope that the Federal Government will realize that helping kids find permanent homes is a good thing and that they will automatically extend the tax credit. I wish I could say that this is a no brainer and that I don’t have anything to worry about but given the fact that the folks in Washington (no matter how much I may love some of them) can’t seem to get anything right this days, I don’t have a lot of faith.
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Okay, here’s your gold start. You made it to the end. You deserve it. xo
Okay, so I have another teachable moment to share this week.
Last week, I met with a dear friend who is fully up to date our adoption plans. She is someone who has been with me throughout every stage of this journey. While we were having coffee, she mentioned to me that she recently heard about several adoption reversals and that those stories made her worry about me.
Now, I know that adoption reversals are a very real fact of the adoption process. Many people have shared stories with me about birth moms who changed their minds about giving up their newborns. In most of the cases I’ve heard first hand, these adoptions were reversed before the adoptive families met the babies because they were pre-birth situations.
My friend, however, insisted that she saw some show (she couldn’t remember which talk show it was because they all seem to be the same) that this is a very real phenomenon and that I should be really, really cautious about the whole thing. She was referring to situations where the pre-adoptive parents had had a chance to take the baby home and spend several weeks with the kid only to learn that the birth mom wanted the baby back. And I know that those things do happen. I’m sure that it is absolutely heart-breaking, but given my friend’s advice, I wanted to get a sense some more information before I launch into hysteria mode.
So this week, I visited a leading adoption website. adopting.org and I learned a few things. According to this site, the vast majority, between 80 and 90%, of all adoptions are successful. However, when an adoption ends before it has been legally finalized in a courtroom, it is called a “disruption.”
I also learned that “less than 1% of infant adoption are disrupted” but the older a child is, the higher the disruption rate can be, according to National Adoption Information Clearinghouse disruption rates can range from 3 to 53 percent.” Yikes!
I think that those stats, particularly the 53%, are horrible. And I can’t imagine being in that situation and I hope I won’t ever have to. But I also think that there is a lot of misinformation about adoption, promoted by the media, which winds up creating this air of suspicion about adoption and that pisses me off.
I don’t know. I’m still pretty green in this process. I am just trying to maintain my balance. And I desperately need a balanced view of the adoption journey. These weekly columns help me figure out where that balance is.
I am participating in Heather’s Open Adoption Roundtable.
For this round Lori of Weebles Wobblog reached back through time to a post I wrote these many months ago after spending an afternoon with my daughter’s first mom. In it, I wondered aloud if there was a common definition of a successful open adoption. Is it even possible to define, given the myriad factors involved? Here’s how Lori poses the question:
If there’s one thing we all might agree on, it’s that we’d like our open adoptions to be successful. But what does “success” mean to you, when speaking about open adoption? Do you think it may mean something else to the others in your triad?
For me, this is all in the fantasy stage because my partner and I are still waiting for our home to get certified as an adoptive home in our state. We are pre-adoptive parents in the very early stages of our process.
That said, I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about what type of relationship I would want with my child’s birthmother. And, I have to admit that my fantasies range from light to dark.
No matter what mood I am in, I always fantasize about my child feeling confident, very loved and happy. I want my child to know where he or she came from to understands that open adoption is path we all choose out of love for her.
The ideal arrangement for me is includes some contact with the birth mother, maybe three times a year. We would send pictures more regularly but then see her in-person three times a year. I imagine that those visits would feel like spending time with a distant relative, where I feel affection but have definite sense of boundaries. The mantra would be something like this: “you have your life and I have mine.”
On darker days, I imagine that I could feel threatened by the birth mom; especially, since I really wanted to give birth to my own child. I sometimes ask myself, ‘how will I feel knowing that this woman had the in utero connection that I desperately wanted but was not able to achieve?” And I don’t have an answer to that. I’m not proud of this but when I get into that space, I imagine myself feeling very protective and not being that forthcoming as I should be about my child’s interest and quirks.
Nadia, my partner, on the other hand, is very, very committed and interested in having an open relationship with our child’s birth mom. She would be very open to monthly visits, and thinks it would be great if the birth mom would live close enough and be together enough to babysit. My reaction to that is “yikes”.
So Nadia and I have a lot to work out between us and then we are going to add another family into the mix. This will be “interesting.”
I guess success, then, would achieved once we adopt and are able to navigate all of the murky waters adeptly so that all of the parties involved feel satisfied. Success for me would mean that we could all feel good about our arrangement, that our child would feel loved, and that our child would have a clear sense of where she came from and where she is going.
Okay, so we hit a milestone this week.
Yesterday, I sent the bulk of our paper work to our attorney. She will put everything together and file a petition with the court, so that we can be certified as an adoptive home.
Let me tell you, that was not easy task! Here’s a list of what they need:
Whew!
Once that petition is filed, our attorney will send a letter to our social worker and she will submit the homestudy. Then, we will be asked to make an appointment with the NY State Court so that we can be fingerprinted on the spot with their new machines.
In the old days, we would have to be fingerprinted at a precinct and then submit the fingerprint cards to the court. In those days, it took six weeks for the fingerprints to be approved, the new system gives immediate results, which is great.
Anyhoo, we are well on our way and we hope to be approved by the end of this month, if not before. There are many people who would say, we are almost ‘paper pregnant’ but I’m not going there, not yet anyway.
This week’s column is a little different than the others. I”m not sure if this a teacable moment or just an awkward moment but here goes…
I was having lunch with three clients I was meeting over lunch for the first time. They were all friends. During lunch, they spent some time talking about skiing, their husbands, and grandchildren before we got down to business. While they talked about their personal lives, I chimed in from time to time, but I certainly didn’t dominate the conversation, since I didn’t feel as if I had much to contribute.
I work in a very family friendly environment where discussions about family are very common place between colleagues as well as between professional staff and their clients. So I see why they felt justified initiating a conversation about my family
At one point, towards the end of the lunch, after we had finished the business portion of the conversation, one of them turned to me and said, “I’m just amazed at how many single women are having babies, either through adoption or through artificial insemination. Is that something, you would, um, consider?”
And I said, “well, I”m not single, I’ve been partnered for 10 years now.”
“Oh, wow!” they chimed, almost in unison.
“Soooooo, have you every thought of having a family?”
“We’ve been thinking about it,” I responded.
“Well, if you don’t mind me asking, how old are you?” one of them asked.
“Um, I’m going to be 40 in two months.”
“Well, um, you don’t have much time,” another said.
“Yes, I know.”
It was awkward, because I didn’t want to reveal my ‘true identity’ as a woman who had been trying to get pregnant for several years. I just sort of smiled, and diverted my eyes.
“Thanks,” I said, dying inside.
“Having a child is one of the best things that can happen to you, you know,” another one offered. Now, like all of the other ‘moments’ I know that they are very well meaning, but I felt that last comment in my gut.
As I write this, I realize that I often just dont’ say what I think in the moment, which I probably one of the reasons why I need to blog. In this instance, because they were clients, I didn’t feel comfortable getting more personal with them, I didn’t want to be vulnerable but, in retrospect, I wish I had said, something like, “it’s been very, very hard for us and we definitely, definitely want to have children.”
When I told Nadia about it, she told me that I should have said, “it’s complicated” and left it at that.
What would you have said?
So Nadia was doing laundry and look what she found outside our laundry room…
A bassinet. An (almost) new bassinet that snaps into a stroller. It’s beautiful.
Nadia was actually quite excited to discover this treat, which is funny because she warned me against going out and spending what was left of our saving on baby items. It’s nice to have in the house.
Now all I need is a matching stroller and, oh yeah, a baby.
Well, that’s moving along. We had part deux of our homestudy. Chatty Cathy was not so chatty this time. She had several appointments scheduled on the day of her visit so she breezed right through. And yes, she did take a tour.
At one point, I said to her, “Well the house just isn’t as clean as it was the first day you came.” And she responded, “Good, you are more comfortable now. This is better.” So it was all good.
During the interview, she wanted to know more about our work history and relationships with our family. And that wasn’t such a big deal. Then, she asked, “So when did you decide that you no longer wanted to be with men?”
And I had to break it to her. “I didn’t decide, I just fell in love.”
