Do you believe everything happens for a reason?--our story.

In October, 2001, I became pregnant after a couple months of fertility treatments. We were THRILLED that it happened so quickly. 12 weeks in, I started bleeding and went on bed rest. 4 weeks later, I went into premature labor and lost the baby. I had to go through labor and everything, but unfortunately, that early on, there was nothing to be done. Once we were on our way to working through the grief, we started fertility treatments again. Month after month...nada! I was really getting down and my husband knew it. 1-3 days of depression each month....

During the summer, I saw a billboard for adoption. I started looking up some information on adoption. My husband I had talked about it before we were even married as a potential option. Foreshadowing, perhaps? One day in early October, 2002 while we were driving to Baltimore for the day, he brought up adoption. We laughed because we had both been thinking about it, but wasn't sure how to approach the topic with the other. 5 days later, I called an agency that I found on the internet. We were still doing fertility treatments, but we figured why not put our 'eggs' (so to speak) in more than one basket; especially since the adoption of babies can take so long. Plus, every month of shots and then failure was really getting me down. Mid-January we became active with the agency (domestic) after doing our homestudy. The agency we used uses profiles rather than a waiting list so that the birth parents can 'pick' who they want to raise their babies. It is considered semi-open (since they don't know your last name, where you work,etc.)

Anywho...at the end of February, 2003 we found out we were matched with a birthmother in Utah that was 33 weeks pregnant with boy/girl twins. HOLY SMOKES! We were going crazy. We were understandably excited and a bit frantic since with twins they can come early. The agency encouraged us to be happy, but cautious (i.e. not telling everyone and not spending a whole lot of money). OK SURE! How would we not do a room up (we had to paint, get cribs, etc.) and how could we not tell our work (oh, by the way...I'll be out of the office for the next 6 months...NOT). So...as the days dragged on, I got to talk to the birthmother (through the agency). The conversation was great. It reaffirmed in my head that the adoption was meant to be (oh...by the way, her due date was 1 day before my birthday, she is part Scandanavian (as am I) and my sister's friend predicted someone in our house would have twins. Eerie or what?)

Around the 2nd week of March, I started getting antsy. I hadn't heard anything from the agency and was anxiously awaiting a doctor update. I (being a usual pessimist) tried hard not to let the no contact thwart my positive thinking. Then...unexpectedly at 3:30 in the morning (EST) on 3/20/03, we got a call that the birth mother was in labor. HOLY SMOKES! We were on a plane 9 hours later and at 10pm MST we got to see our brand new babies. They were born 3 1/2 weeks early and spent a little over a week in the NICU, but they are now home and doing very well. People say it all the time, but we truly believe that we were meant to raise these babies. They even look like us (which is also eerie!).

Thanks for listening...(reading). I know our story is an anomaly (5 months total for twin babies in the USA), but the moral is that it CAN happen and NEVER EVER give up the dream of becoming a parent (or parent again if it's your 2nd or 3rd...)

Sincerely-

Dawn
Mother of Kendall & Gavin - 6 weeks old!

What a beautiful story and very inspirational for hopeful aparents. My story is very similar to yours. I copied and pasted it from another thread, I would like to share it with you!!

Congrarts on your children, much happiness and God bless!!!

My dh and I struggled through infertility for 2yrs. When we started trying to conceive I was 23 he was 28. My infertility doctors assured us that in no more than 6mths we would be successful. After two years and no luck I was, to say the least, devastated!

My SIL, at the same time, was going through RICA program. They are classes for adults to get baptised. She asked me to be her Godmother so I accompanied her to those classes. One night before class I asked the priest why God was doing this to us. Why would he deny my dh and I this miricale. I prayed every night that this next cycle would be the one that worked, that I would finally become pg and after 2yrs. we were still without our miricale. He told me something I will never forget. He said that when we pray to God for something we expect him to answer our prayers exactly as we are asking them. God always answers our prayers but sometimes we are not hearing his wisdom.

That night before I went to sleep I prayed that God would make me understand. When I woke up in the morning, I turned to my dh and told him we were meant to adopt. I can't explain it but suddenly it was clear. The reason God hadn't yet blessed us with a baby was because our baby wasn't born yet. We hadn't yet found each other. I immediatly started researching all the different types of adoptions. I know this sounds strange but it all was so clear and easy. I would get these feeling of what felt right and go with it without second guessing myself. To make an already very long story shorter my homestudy was completed in Sept. 2000. We mathced with our bmom 2 wks later and in November 2000 our son was born.

I know some might not agree but I don't feel like adoption was a decsion we made because we could not conceive. I feel in my heart that this was what God had planned for us. It just took us a while to figure it out. I couldn't imagine my life any other way. When my son's bmom contacted my attorney 14mths later with the news that she was pg again and wanted us to adopt this baby as well it only confirmed what I already knew, that these were the children I wase meant to raise. There is a reason, bigger than any of us could understand, why I was meant to be these precious boys mommy and why this young girl had these children and chose us to parent.

After my son was born, I took my son to visit the priest. When he saw me and my son he said "You finally opened your heart and your mind to what God was saying" He asked me if I thanked God for answering my prayer? I said of course I did and continue to do so every night. He said now look at your son and go home and thank him for unanswered prayers.

I agree with you that our stories are probably not the norm, our waiting period with our older son was 2mths total for a domestic adoption and my little guy found his way to us practiclly on his own. The great part is that no matter how long it takes, it is definitly worth the wait!!!

Thanks for sharing...Great story! We feel very blessed and although peolple tell us that the babies are lucky, it is my husband and I that are the lucky ones. We have been given such a precious gift and could not be happier. Less tired perhaps, but not happier!