Adopting was indeed, a very different story. There was a mountain of paperwork, interviews, and fingerprints to be examined. And then there was the waiting. Throughout the whole experience there were a lot of questions, some that we did not see coming or know how to answer right away. We had not anticipated the level of detail that the adoption application itself would entail. Would we accept a child or any race or ethnic background? If not, which ones? What if the biological family had a history of cancer? How about mental illness? What if the mother smoked, drank alcohol, or took drugs while pregnant? And if some drugs were ok, which ones weren’t? What if the child was the “product” of a rape? How about multiples? Some of these questions were “easy”, and others stopped us in our tracks and caused us some considerable thought and discussion, as we wanted to make sure we were equipped to handle any situation that might come along—as if that’s even possible!
Other “interesting” questions came from the people around us. Perhaps they meant well, but their questions indicated to us that they were leery of adoption. “Do you think you will be able to love both the children the same even though one is yours and one isn’t?” “Why would you want to raise someone else’s kid?” Wow. It was hard sometimes to not be defensive since we knew this was the plan for our family, and we had little doubt that we would love our adopted baby just as much as Emily.Read More