The Call

For four months exactly, I wondered about the call. I thought about it daily. I had experienced it once before, however, I still wondered what the call would be like. Daily, when the phone rang, I jumped, heart pumping faster, my palms sweaty, thoughts flashing through my mind like lightning, looking at the caller ID wondering if this could be the call. Two months had past since the last call and every day I wondered when it would happen again.


It was Monday October 12th....Con was at school, Hutter was coming down with an awful flu and it was the beginning of the week. My routine was like any other day, being a mommy, get laundry done, taking care of my sick baby, and thinking about the adoption, however, it was not just any other day. That day mark four months of officially waiting for the call. Four months ago, to the date, our homestudy was completed stating we were officially approved. It was a special day, I loved the 12th of each month since June. I love knowing that we had another month behind us and we were just another month closer to finding out who she was. I marked it on my calendar, tried posting on my blog about it, and thought a little bit more about the call on the 12th of each month.


Monday October 12th was Columbus Day. Which I had no idea it was, I really don't keep up with national holidays like Columbus Day. The only reason I knew it was Columbus Day was because on an adoption forum another adoptive mother stated that it was and was wondering if adoption agencies were open today. Most adoption agency were closed for the holiday from what I gathered. Of course, its Columbus Day, businesses should be closed, right? On this same adoption forum, I had noticed there was not many referrals for the month of October. Normally, this forum has at least 3-4 referrals by the middle of the month and for October there had only been one. Now, I normally do not post a topic on this forum but today I did. That day, I decided to post a topic questioning the lack of referrals for the month and that we had been waiting exactly four months.


Here is what I stated "Where is all the October referrals? We are almost half way through this month and I haven't see hardly any referrals! We have been waiting 4 months officially today. I wonder how many more? "


The day past on, the afternoon was gone, and it was moving into our usually Monday night routine since football season started. Monday nights are just a little crazy. Studly gets home around 5, I try to have dinner on the table and we sit down to eat. We eat, clean up, shove Con into his football gear, grab him a drink and his helmet and we rush out the door to get to practice by 6pm. I was taking him that night because it was going to be the last time I get to watch him for the season. I worked his last game and I was feeling guilty for it. I was going to go watch him during his practice for the last time.


It was 5:45pm and Con and I were trying to get him ready for football. Those darn cleats will not go onto his feet. They are the death of me. Studly came to the doorway the phone up to his ear. He looked at me with intensity in his eyes, showing that there was purpose to the call but calmness in his voice. He had a phone but it did not register to me that it was my phone. My mind was flustered with the time frame in which we had to get Con to football practice. I went over to Studly because I could see that he was not just talking to his buddy on the phone. He was using his professional voice. He placed the phone slight under his chin so he could whisper something to me. I did not catch what he said the first time. He stated it again but with more pronunciation. I caught it that time. I jumped, my heart began to pump faster, palms beginning to sweat with a thousand thoughts flashing through my mind like lightning. I was anxious, nervous, excited, stunned, frantic, and clueless as to why she would be calling now. Isn't it Columbus day? Isn't it almost 6 o' clock at night? What? Studly, still on the phone, explained "I am going to let you talk to my wife because she understands that kind of stuff better than I do."


I whisked the phone away from him and it was our SW from our agency. She stated," I have a file of a little girl I would like to tell you about."


"Uh, okay" I stated puzzled.


She told me about the baby and I stated, "Yes we would love to look at her file"


She said she would send all the information to our email now so we can begin to look over the file.

So, I hung up the phone, rushed Con to football practice, which we were obviously late getting too. I explained to Con that I would be right back and that I needed to go do something first. He questioned me and gave me the saddest puppy face ever. He knew this was going to be the last time I would be able to watch him play football. I promised him I would be right back as soon as I finished what I needed to do.

I rushed home. Studly was waiting for me and we sat down together with the computer. I opened my email account and waited the longest few seconds of my life until I saw the email arrive. Before we opened it, Studly and I said a prayer. We opened the file and there she was.

*Beautiful*

*petite*

*button nose*

*round face*

*poochy lips with a little milk residue left behind*

*gorgeous olive skin with dark silky hair sticky slightly up*

*my daughter*

*absolutely perfect*

loved more than she knows......but she will soon find out!

Thirty minutes later I was back at football practice. But a changed mommy, I had my daughter.