The moment the nurse placed him in my arms, I knew we belonged to each other. All the tears and frustrations of the past several years pooled into a fountain of joy. Now I understood why God has us wait for a baby: So we could have this baby.
After my husband and I struggled with infertility, the Lord blew us away with His kindness and matched us with a loving birthmother. Through her brave choice, He gave us a son.
People were happy for us. They threw us showers, brought meals, and eagerly cuddled our son. Yet amid the celebration, we heard comments hinting at something better to come. A wink here, a nudged elbow there, the crack of a smile implying special intuition. I cringed every time someone uttered the words:
“Now that you’ve adopted, you’ll get pregnant. It happens all the time.”
No. No, it doesn’t happen all the time.
Read full post at Christian Adoption Consultants.
Note: Post originally appeared at my friend Kelly’s blog, Something Beautiful Here.
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