How big is the baby now?
What is growing?
How are things changing?
What am I supposed to be feeling?
Is this normal?
What are the warning signs?
40 weeks…isn’t that 10 months not 9 months?
What is the earliest time the baby could safely arrive?
How close are we to the end?
EVERY NIGHT I read that crazy book. I read the chapter that dealt with where I was at in my pregnancy, but also the next chapter. It was like I’d read one night and then hope that when I read it the next night I was somehow so much closer to the Bringing Baby Home chapter. I could tell you exactly how many weeks and days I was pregnant. I could tell you if the baby was the size of a pear or a melon…and exactly which kind of melon.
I think I picked it up once during my second pregnancy and then never again.
Now I have a new version that is getting a lot of use these days:
I read the timeline page nearly every night. As if by reading it one night, when I read it the next night I will somehow be so much closer to the Bringing Baby Home chapter. The hard part is instead of a clear 40 week timeline, this one is much more up in the air. I find myself reading and re-reading adoption timelines on other blogs that have gone down this same road. I’ve ventured on a few forums and read all about timelines there. It is like with pregnancy….everyone’s story is different. One person’s experience is not identical to another. I’m grateful for a wonderful agency that is super quick to answer all my questions.
We are finishing up a couple of things for our dossier (the big packet of everything that goes to our agency and then to China). We’ve been in the busy stages of gathering and compiling all kinds of things. Now we are just waiting on things. Waiting for a fingerprint appointment. Then we’ll wait for approval of those fingerprints. Then we mail off our dossier and really begin the long months of waiting.
I’m just as emotional this round as I was with our other four kids. There is a commercial of a mom giving a baby boy a bath. She says something about how her type is the chubby bald kind (referring to the baby). I used to cry when I saw that commercial because I understood that feeling of giving a tiny little guy a bath and being overcome with love. Now I cry…thinking of all the baths I am missing. There is a lot of grieving that takes place with adoption – I am only beginning to understand this.
There are so many uncertainties. So many question marks. One thing we don’t question…don’t waver on….we have a little one in China. God clearly, so very clearly to us, marked this path. THIS SPECIFIC PATH. OUR CHILD. And right now I may not have a name or face, but I’d move heaven and earth to get my little one home.
So in the wait, we’ll keep talking about our little one across the ocean. I’ll probably keep checking my timelines. And one day, I’ll stop checking those timelines. Just like I stopped reading that pregnancy book. I’ll be at the Bringing Baby Home chapter…..
My 2 & 3 year old were playing. He said, “Let’s pretend it’s our baby in China and I go get the baby and I give the baby to you. You can be the mommy.” Of all our kids, he talks about his sibling in China the most. Several times a day. If he understood timelines, he’d probably be reading them with me tonight….
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