One of the best Stories (pt. 1)

I recently decided to sit down and finish writing down Isaac's birth story. It is the first chapter of his life as a Taylor.

So this is the first part of the story:

Thursday morning, October 11, began as any other Thursday would begin. Jay and I were both working from our home office aware that it was going to be a very busy day since we were planning on holding a GIANT fund-raising garage sale that weekend. We also were host Jay's uncle that night when he drove in from Canada for work.

In the middle of a phone meeting that Jay was a part of, we received a call from Julie, our Adoption Specialist. When I answered, she asked if I had a couple minutes to talk and if I had something to write with. As I scrambled to get a piece of paper and a pen, my mind was racing. No way. No way was this a phone call about a baby. We just had our final home-study three days earlier and we were told it would be about three weeks until that was complete and we were waiting family.

The notes we took while on the phone

 But it was that call. 

Julie proceeded to tell me about a baby boy that was going to be born that day or the next. She told me a little about the birth-parents and their circumstances. She told me how he was going to be a preemie (5 weeks early) and how his birth-mom had no prenatal care. She told me that two other families in the area had already turned him down because of how quickly they would have ended up with a baby. She told me how we were being called because the birth-parents wanted the adoptive parents at the hospital shortly after the baby was born to take over care.  She asked me if we would accept the placement of this baby boy into our family.

I could barely breathe as I told her the answer would most likely be yes, but I had to talk to Jay. I ran upstairs where Jay was still in his meeting  and I don't even remember saying anything, just dancing around next to his desk with what must have been the biggest smile on my face. Jay hung up from the meeting mid-sentence and I shared all the details with him.

The "Is this really happening" look we had most of the day

We took some deep breaths and prayed. We talked details and questions that we had, and prayed some more. We called a couple of friends who had made this decision before for counsel and prayed once more. We called Julie back with our questions and before we had even asked all the questions on our list, we had accepted placement.

On the phone with Julie

Once that phone call was complete, we decided we needed to activate our network. We had next to nothing to prepare our home for a baby. We had a garage over-flowing, ready for a sale. We needed help.

Within an hour we had people at our house with baby items. They organized garage sale items, prepped a car seat, ordered food, made signs, and put up a massive tent.

Meanwhile, Jay and I continued with our work day. After a particularly long equipment meeting I had that afternoon, one of my friends asked me how I could concentrate. I told her I didn't remember much of what was said in that meeting, but that I was glad I sounded focused.

Sometime in the afternoon we received the social/medical history of the birth family and we were told that we would receive a call when the baby was born.

We stayed up late that night, discussing names and contingency plans. We prayed for the birth mom, for the labor, and for the tiny soul about to enter the world. We laughed at our mock disappointment that he wasn't born that day - what an easy birthday it would have been to remember, 10/11/12!

One of the people we called when trying to make the decision asked if we were spiritually and emotionally ready for a baby. Not knowing how this whole situation was going to turn out, we went to bed that night with the Peace of God reigning in us.