It seems like it was decades ago that I shared the miraculous story of how AJ became ours. Yet, it also seems as if those days were just yesterday. I remember every emotion, down to the deepest part of my very being. The exuberant joy. The overwhelming grief. The fear. And the mixed raw emotions that allowed us to peek into the very heart of Jesus. All of these feelings, balled up into what became one huge miracle, a little boy we would forever call our son, A.J., and how he and the woman who gave him life, forever changed ours.
So, if you've not read it before, grab yourself a coffee and sit back, while I share with you our story, written 11 years ago, with God's fingerprints all over it.
This is our story.
|Leaving the house at 5 a.m. to meet our birth mom|
at the hospital.
|I could not believe the day had arrived! We were having a baby!|
After putting our things down, she asked if we wanted to go to the BM's room. Scott and I guardedly nodded and we were led to the other side of the hall across from our room. We knocked and heard, "Come in". With shaking hands, I opened the door slowly and walked in to the "birthing suite". A very nice room with a sitting area for family. As we entered, we noticed there were two other people in the room. One I knew was our birth mother's step-mother, the other was a man. We had no idea who he was, since to date, we had only met our birth mother. I went over and hugged her and she said in a cheery, bright voice, "I'm ready!!" I hope that as I journal through this journey, I can bring forth even a little of what a magical spirit this amazing young woman has. God has taken us on paths that have been long and winding, and ones we said we'd never travel, yet here we were, face to face with a birth mother, doing a domestic adoption, and meeting not only her, but her entire family, at her request. We gave it to the Lord and continued to believe that His plan was perfect. I had not seen her in quite some time so I was pretty happy to see that her belly was quite large. :)
The nurse came in shortly afterwards and asked us to go to our room until she completed some of the prep needed for the c-section. Scott, the step mom, the "unknown" man, and myself walked back to the other side of the hall and sat in our cold, bare room. At first, it was very awkward. The conversation was slow, but it picked up momentum. After a bit of conversation, I realized the "unknown man" was AJ's birth Dad! That made my heart leap with joy. I had a face to tell our son about, and it warmed my heart that he was there to meet the family that would be raising his biological son as their own. After what seemed forever, we went back to the birthing suite and watched as nurses, anesthesiologist, and doctors came in and out....all in preparation for that glorious moment, the birth of Arthur Joseph Bombardier!
The plan was, for our bm to stay in recovery for 1 hour with the baby. The c-section was scheduled to begin at 7:30 am, and if all went as planned we'd be holding AJ in our arms by 9:00 am. So, as scheduled, she was whisked off to the OR at 7:30, while Scott, her Mom, Grandmother, birth Dad and I stayed in the room awaiting the news of his birth. The nurse told us we'd hear something in about 45 minutes. Those were the longest 45 minutes of my life! Finally about 50 minutes later, her step-Mom walks into the room and announces that AJ has made his entrance into the world. A beautiful baby boy weighing 6 lbs. 9 ozs. and 18 inches long opened his eyes into the world at 8:07 am. The BM and he were both doing well, and would be in recovery for another 45 minutes to an hour. The waiting continued. Shortly afterwards, it was reported to us that it would be longer than what we anticipated because the bm wanted to spend time feeding the baby, etc.
Back in the room, after being told for the 3rd time it would be at least another 1/2 hour, I decided I couldn't take anymore. Scott kept reassuring me that God was in control, but my faith was slipping. This was not part of the plan. We should have had him in our arms an hour ago. I told Scott we needed to get out and get some fresh air. We excused ourselves and went down to the cafeteria. It was about 10:30 am. There was no way I could eat, I didn't know what else to do but cry. I called my friend who was reporting back to the wonderful adoption community that was praying for us and begged her to please put out a post that we needed prayers....fast! My mind was already hearing the words, "I'm sorry!!" Scott ordered breakfast, and I got a small fruit tray. We sat down at a booth in the corner of the cafeteria far from anyone's range of hearing.....and I just bawled. I cried until there was nothing left inside of me. My eyes stung and my heart ached. I just wanted it all to end.....good or bad, I couldn't take much more. Yet, my rock, Scott, kept saying to me, "Ohilda, how can you even question it when Jesus was sitting on the couch with you? It could have been anyone. That woman could have asked how much money do you have in the bank, instead, she asked about Christ being in our lives? How could you question that?" His calm, passive, demeanor was astounding to me, especially as he looked me square in the eye and said, "I don't have a worry in the world. God is in control!"
I toyed with my fruit for a few minutes longer and felt like I was crawling out of my skin. I then said, "Scott, let's go back to OUR room. Let's pray. I don't want to be with the family. I want to be alone." I wanted to drown in my misery without having to hide my emotions.
Again, we went up the same elevator doors that we had entered joyously 4.5 hours before. As we turned to head towards our room, we noticed even more family members had arrived. OH NO!!!! I was getting sick to my stomach. Before we could dodge out of sight, they had seen us and waved. We had no choice. We had to go back. There were probably 8 people outside of the room speaking, many newcomers who were just being whispered to that we were the "adoptive parents". I felt like I was being looked at as if we were stealing someone's baby.
|Our tiny bundle of pure perfection. The epitome of James 1:17.|
|Overwhelmed with joy and God's goodness!|
TO BE CONTINUED...