Our adoption consultant sent us an email explaining that there was a woman who was trying to find a family for her son who was due in 2 weeks. We were excited, but not too excited because of past adoption efforts ending poorly.
However, this was already starting differently when she said that she wanted to stay involved in the child’s life as an aunt-like figure. It’s not often that people pursue open-adoption cases because of the fear that the birth mom would want the child back, but we decided we would consider this case without giving it much thought, just to see where it would go.
Then came the technicalities. Our home study was ending in a week, just short of the birth and there were a lot of things expiring for an adoption to work at that time. We were prepared to either deal with these issues or pass up on such an amazing opportunity, but then a miracle happened.
She was going in early.
Due to the strain of pregnancy on the birth mom's body, her date to deliver was moved to that very Thursday. This was a day BEFORE the home study expired. This is what really kicked us in gear. We met with her the night after we found out about her due date and absolutely fell in love with her, her family, and her story.
After that, everything just fell into place. He was born on June 16th with my mom and dad in the delivery room, holding Ashlee, the birth mom’s hand the whole time. She signed away her rights the next day to bring comfort to us in solidifying her word and we gave him the name of Ezra Gene Turner.
Since his birth, we’ve spent holidays with “Auntie Ashlee’s” family and it is known that her parents are his grandparents. With complete trust there, we see an open adoption as more love for Ezra and for our entire family as well.
Since we have been blessed with Ezra in our lives, everything just seems complete. All the wounds that were there from losing a child, miscarriages, and a failed IUI have started to heal. Yes, we finally felt somewhat healed as a family.
I can’t imagine life without my new brother and best friend. Not a day goes by where I don’t let him know how perfect he is and smother him in kisses. It may seem a bit much, but after a hard day of school and/or work, seeing his face light up when I come home makes me feel like at the end of the day there’s someone who looks up to me and makes me feel loved. He’s had this effect on us since day one and I don’t think it will ever change. I am thankful for my new brother Ezra.