How sad that Sadie is 4 months old and I have never really told how she came to us.
I mean, you all know we adopted her...but things went kind of quick and I never really gave any details.
I have also been keeping a super special video that I think it's time to share.
So, here goes...grab a drink and a snack...this may take a minute.
I got a call from our social worker, Sandy, at 8:30 Thursday morning, Sept 4th.
Sandy said, "Molly, this is Sandy, do you have a minute?"
Well, my heart just about stopped and I could hardly act calm and squeeze out a, "Yes"
She told me that we had been picked and that OUR BABY WAS ALREADY HERE!
Holy moly! Already here!
She said, "It's a black baby girl! She was born yesterday and her birthmom picked you all last night!" I remember gasping and saying, "No way!"
I couldn't believe that our God had answered my prayers so specifically! I had so fallen in love with the idea of a daughter and you know we are kind of partial to chocolate...this became my dream!
Sandy then asked me if we could be at the hospital to meet her birthmom and pick our baby up in 3 hours!
God is so incredible because I was actually already packing the boys up for "school" and knew that I could make it to Norman by 11:30!
Because of the fact that we had a placement fall through (check out late July if you want the scoop), we already had EVERYTHING together. Her room was ready, her clothes were washed, her bows were out...I had not been able to get myself to unpack the diaper bag! We even had a name...or so we thought!
God is sooo good!
I hung up the phone and remember that my whole body was shaking with excitement!
I called Blake and got his voicemail...how do you leave a message for something like this???
I called again. That's our "code" that something's urgent...I thought this qualified!
No luck. Now I texted him, "Sandy called, please call me asap" in hopes that the surgery nurse would see this and tell him.
No such luck. I move on to plan B...Go get my baby by myself.
This has happened before, right? Yes, these husbands are usually off fighting war or traveling afar...but mine is stuck in an OR at Baptist and has no idea he HAS A BABY GIRL!
I hesitated to tell anyone. Shouldn't the daddy know before everyone else???
What's a girl to do?
I called my sister, Laura, and spilled the beans.
She gave me good advice and said to just keep trucking. So, I called all of our family and told them and asked them to pray that all continued to move forward.
I begged them to pray that Blake got his message and could come to the hospital with me.
Again, no such luck.
I grabbed her diaper bag shaking. I did not say a word to the boys. I truly could not wrap my head around the fact that this was really happening!
I packed my bag, packed extra clothes for the boys, grabbed the car seat. Did I need anything else??? I didn't care, I just wanted to get there!
I called Gigi (Blake's mom) and asked her to pick the boys up from school... and that she was a grandma again!
I get to the hospital and remember thinking I wished I had washed my hair this day...or at least put on a better shirt and changed out of my flip flops.
But honestly, birthmoms want to know the real you. I am sure Mommy G wished she looked like she hadn't just delivered a baby naturally...yep, you heard that right, all natur-all. Youch!
I thought she looked perfect and gorgeous, but all of you out there that have been through delivery...I don't care how they come out of your body...it ain't good.
I waited to meet the social worker in the waiting room...
I pitted out my t-shirt, while waiting...I was in the wrong waiting room! Blasted hospitals!
Oh gosh, please hold up sweet Secret deodorant...
Finally, I meet the social worker and she walks me to Mommy G's room.
My head was searching for the words to say to this woman.
What do you say to someone who has chosen you to raise their child??
What do you say to someone who is grieving the loss of a child they don't feel they can raise???
Her baby is now going to call me mommy...going to look to me to kiss boo-boos...oh the tears!
How do I show her how much I love and appreciate her???
Oh Lord, help me to let her know these things!
I stayed with Mommy G for about 4 hours before she was discharged.
I watched her love on Sadie Skielar....watched her kiss her and cuddle her, change her and feed her.
We all left the room before she was discharged so that they could have time alone.
She handed Sadie to the nursery nurse and I gave her a hug and just sobbed.
I remember telling her that I loved her and that I was so sorry.
She bawled and we didn't want to let each other go.
She was wheeled off and a social worker left with her.
After all of the paperwork was finished I got to go get Sadie out of the nursery.
Talk about emotional swings... I went from bawling my eyes out of sadness for Mommy G, to, well, this picture above. I couldn't have been more excited for this baby!
Now, I was alone to bond with Sadie and we enjoyed some Kangaroo care...what a precious time!
The hospital allowed me to stay in the room until midnight when they would have to clean it. Thank goodness because otherwise I would have had to stay in the waiting room while Sadie went to the nursery.
Blake had finally called around 1pm and I told him that I was talking to Mommy G and holding our baby girl. His response was, "Our baby what?"
Can you imagine leaving for work one day and 6 hours into it finding out you have another baby!?!?! Oh the fun and excitement of adoption!
So, around 6 pm Blake got to meet his sweet baby daughter and it was then that we named her Sadie Skielar.
We asked Gigi to bring the boys up to meet their sister. It was incredible. Gigi didn't tell them what they were coming to see. She told them that mommy and daddy had a surprise and asked them what they thought it was. Owen said, "cake" and Cooper guessed a train! How adorable!
This is where the video comes in! Sorry it's dark...I need to find better lighting for my dark babies!
Hope you enjoyed the details...you know the rest of what happened...if not, just go to Sept. 5th post!
Oh, and in case you are wondering...Blake didn't get his calls and texts because for some reason that day the surgeon he was working with did not allow phones in the OR. Crazy dude!