Less than a month after that phone conversation, Jaclyn and I packed up and boarded a plane for Ethiopia to meet our sweet boy for the first time. We spent 19 wonderful yet tiring days in Ethiopia sightseeing, enjoying Ethiopian hospitality and culture, and cherishing every moment with our sweet boy.
We were trusting God with the right child to be matched with at just the right time and after many conversations and much prayer, we walked away from our investment in a potential match in Lesotho.
The old ways of living, the outdated patterns and systems we put in place cannot sustain evolving family dynamics. Such an effort would be as foolish (to use the words of Jesus) as putting a patch of unshrunk cloth on an old garment, or putting new wine in an old wineskin.
Through a series of events - books we were reading, Sunday sermons, adoptive parents we met, and prayer - we were simultaneously sensing both a push and pull to adopt.
The unpolished truth is it takes years (depending on the country you’re dealing with) to adopt a child internationally. Our story is the norm. It’s messy. It’s beautiful. It’s frustrating and exhilarating…a dream come true and my worst nightmare.
Abigail means “my father’s joy,” and she brings us a lot of joy even to this day, but mostly we think of her as our little miracle.
In Ethiopia witnesses appeared at the U.S. Embassy to testify and validate the reports concerning Dawit’s abandonment - the legitimacy of his orphan status.
So for us having two minis wasn’t enough but 5 was too many. A comfortable number was somewhere between what we both grew up with.
Labor and delivery was much less intense compared to our first experience; however, Jaclyn did miss her window of opportunity for an epidural by minutes. I’m fairly certain that the nursing staff wasn’t completely honest with us regarding the whereabouts of the anesthesiologist.
Jaclyn and I were married only a couple of months when the doctor confirmed what EPT already told us – yep, we’re pregnant. (FYI - dozens of home pregnancy tests = the price of a doctor’s visit. Lesson learned.)