How we found our birthmom
Just to warn you this part is a little lengthy.
She came into our lives as a blessing from day one. You might think that we are refering to a little baby girl perhaps, but actualy we're refering to the late teenaged young woman that made a herioic decision to place a baby in our lives that would bless us and enlarge our family for eternity. The story of how we got Ezra has to include his birth mom.
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| Birth Family taking us on a boat ride |
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| Birth mom and Heidi |
Thank heavens it was an open adoption, because now we know so much more about her than we would otherwise. We initialy met her at a mutual friends home, over take out pizza and a game of apples to apples that was played with her younger brothers. The youngest of her siblings actualy were not even aware that she was going to have a baby yet; and so that night we didn't even discuss adoption, babies, or any of that. We made conversation and enjoyed each others company, then left the house thinking, well, that was great practice for when a birthmom we meet will actualy want to place with us. Little did we know that the seeds had already been planted for a lasting open relationship with this young woman that we would admire as time went on. Some months passed and we hadn't heard anything back from her; as we sort of expected, but then one day we were invited to her home town some 4-1/2 hours away to picnic with the family and to meet her boyfriend, the baby's father. They took us out on the lake in thier boat and we picniced by the lake, laughing and having a great time getting comfortable with each other. Ironicly Ryan (the architect) and birthfather (the carpenter) were enlisted to assemble the new portable barbeque grill. Surprisingly, we actualy put it together without having to you-tube instructions or anyting! And that picnic day by the water turned out to be one tip of several we enjoyed before Ezra was born. We came back for a baby shower which was in honor of both Heidi and birthmom together. It was very touching and so nice to see so many friends and family of thiers show thier support and finaly get to know us; see if we were weird or not. After all these get togethers we were truthfuly not all that surprised when they envited us to the hospital the day Ezra was born. To our great pleasure and suprise we were admited to the hospital delivery room before many of the extended family and friends; and honor for us, to have a few minutes alone with the new baby boy that everyone was so glad to see had finaly arrived safe, healthy, and loved.
Meeting our little boy
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| Ezra spending some time with birth mom after delivery |
We met our Ezra the day he was born. Almost a half hour after he was born. He and birth mom Randy had some time together while she caressed him and lovingly told him, "I'm not your mother. I found you the best mom and dad. You're going to love them." After she spoke the words she knew they were true because she knew she couldn't lie to a baby.
We took him home from the hospital a week after he was born, which turned out to be a great thing. It allowed us time to get to know the birth family better and in addition to getting to know us they got to enjoy the developing new personality of our Ezra.
Getting to know Ezra growing up
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| Just chilling with Dad |
Ezra was a great baby. He was self calming, slept through the night at 5 weeks, and was overall a great, smiley little baby.
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| Almost a year old at the park |
He enjoys playing at the park, picnics, sports of all kinds, playing with his friends, doing home repairs with dad, playing with trains, cars, playing in the water, in our raft, camping, playing in the sand box, diggers. Whew!
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| picnic with his best friend Bella |
Actually we do have pictures for all those things. But in the interest of...well...time, not wanting to scare anyone away :) we'll limit to these. His most recent pictures are added regularly (for those who can't get enough-mostly the Grandparents:)
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| Almost 2 years old and can't get enough baseball |
I used to gag when I heard doting parents talk affectionately of their one child but now we've become one of...THEM. I know I should have warned you before.
