After 477 days as a “waiting family”, on July 10, 2018, I began to feel expectancy for the very first time.
It was a glamorous afternoon at Walmart as I passed by the children’s section, and instead of looking away from the giant advertisements of newborn babies (as I usually do), I wandered into the aisles myself. In this adoption wait I had thought of buying an outfit out of hopefulness for our future babe a handful of times, then immediately felt like I wanted to vomit over the idea, knowing that it would bring more longing and pain than anything else.
But this time it was different. I walked into the newborn section determined to find a gender-neutral onesie for our future baby. I’m telling ya—for the first time in this journey, I felt a peace about beginning to TRULY prepare. So that’s what I did! I picked out a little light blue onesie, paid for my things and went along on my way.
On July 11, 2018, I woke up with the expectancy again. But THIS time, it was stronger and I felt that I wanted to be more intentional. In the early hours of the morning before my day had even begun, I found myself on Amazon, searching for the perfect outfit. I settled on an adorable little white onesie that had “Worth the Wait” printed across the front. In the past 12 hours, I had purchased the first two clothing items for our future bundle, so I was feeling strange, yet hopeful about this newfound confidence.
At 5:41 PM on the evening of July 11, 2018, after 478 days of being considered an officially “waiting” family, we got “the call”.
There was a baby boy due on August 28th, and his birth mom had chosen us. She sounded sweet and amazing and positive and happy and perfect for us. After all the months of waiting. All the months of imagining. All the months of longing and hurting.. we were expecting.
And just like that, on August 26, 2018 at 8:22 PM, Elijah William was born.
Within an hour of his birth, we met our handsome little dude. 7.0 lbs and 20 inches long. <3
It’s humbling to think back on all of the situations I had hoped for, and the many times I begged God in desperation to “bring our baby home.” For YEARS, this had been my prayer, and if I had known all along that Eli would have been at the end of the wait, I would’ve waited 783374894362364783747825199 times over and over again.
Words don’t even describe my gratitude. Thank you Lord for your perfect plans that always blow mine out of the water.
Welcome home, Eli!!!!!!