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 Adoption Advocate No. 30:  Celebrating the Gift of Adoption
Published December 2010 by Various Authors


Elisa Rosman, PhD, Editor
Chuck Johnson, Editor

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A Message from the Editor

          As National Adoption Month (November) concludes, and 2010 comes to an end, we reflect on this year of advocacy for adoption, and we want to celebrate what is the most basic truth of what adoption does: it creates families. We know, as most adoptive families know, that the bad news of some struggling families that seems to dominate the news cycle does not reflect the realities of our lives. We know that, for most families, adoption is nothing short of a miracle and that our adopted kids are, in so very many ways, no different from any other kids and in no way defined or constrained by being “adopted.” For me personally, my family had the great joy of traveling to China this summer to adopt our 4th child (and 3rd from China): a little boy. On each adoption trip, we have been floored by the amazing stories that have brought each family to adoption. For our December Adoption Advocate, we chose to celebrate personal stories of adoption. These stories are told by the families themselves, in their own words and with little or no editing. We recognize that they are in no way representative of the entire universe of adoption, but each one of them made us smile and, in many cases, moved us to tears. Each story represents the joy and the beauty that is adoption.So, from our NCFA family to yours, may the holidays bring much joy, happiness, and peace! —Elisa Rosman, Adoption Advocate, editor.



Aziza’s Story:  A Family’s Love in a Russian Adoption  

          My name is Tom Dyevich and I live in Princeton, New Jersey with my wife Elizabeth, who is one of five sisters whose grandfather emigrated from Russia. We have three biological children:  Jack, born in 1995; Harry, born in 1998; and Catherine, born in 2001. Over the years Elizabeth and I have talked about adoption but for various reasons never made the decision to move forward.

          In the fall of 2007 we attended a presentation at the Princeton Library that featured two families with adopted children from Russia. Once again our interest was renewed, and we started to receive newsletters/e-mails from the adoption agency. Simultaneously Elizabeth began to talk to one of her single, never married sisters (Dolores Arton) about this subject.

          Dolores was a very successful Wall Street investment banker turned private equity CFO who lived alone in a beautiful farmhouse in Greenwich, Connecticut. She was the kindest, most generous and caring person that one could ever know. Dolores was at a crossroads in her life as she turned 50. She had a strong desire to become a loving mother and had the financial resources to make this work.

         At about this time that Dolores was becoming increasingly interested in adoption, we received an agency newsletter that talked about the overwhelming success of a summer program that allowed Russian children to spend time with a family in the U.S. The writer mentioned that 59 out of the 60 children that came to America as part of this program the previous summer were successfully adopted. In her predictable way, Dolores wanted to know: Who was the only kid not adopted? Her heart was already bleeding for this unknown child from a far away city in the Far East of Russia.


          We learned that this child was a young girl named Aziza who lived in an orphanage in the Far Eastern Russian city of Khabarovsk. She spent that summer with a family in Rockland County, NY that had one adopted daughter of approximately the same age. Immediately Dolores and Elizabeth contacted this family to learn more about Aziza. It turned out that Aziza had a wonderful summer with the family with only one major issue:  the existing adopted daughter developed extreme bouts of jealousy and rage that made the adoption of Aziza outof the question. We were told that Aziza was a loving, warm, happy girl who loved arts and crafts, swimming and the entire American experience.

          After hearing this and looking at pictures of Aziza, Dolores’s mind was made up. Aziza was amatch made in Heaven for Dolores and she began the process of adopting her. She was so incredibly excited and began planning everything, so that when Aziza eventually arrived in the U.S., she would be welcomed like a princess.

          Dolores’s first trip to Russia to meet Aziza was in mid-January 2009. She traveled to Khabarovsk with her youngest sister, Tricia. Upon meeting Aziza for the first time Delores was overwhelmed with happiness and joy. Aziza was a beautiful, innocent, vulnerable young girl who was destined to be with Dolores living in America. They had a great few days together as Dolores worked on completing many of the necessary requirements for adopting a Russian child.

          Upon her return from Russia, Dolores was sky high and eager to make the second and final trip within the next couple of months. She was beaming with happiness and thrilled to be embarking on this new personal journey of motherhood. On the morning of February 5, 2009 Dolores was at the Greenwich train station waiting for her train to New York City. Tragically, she told the woman sitting next to her that she had a horrible head ache and collapsed on a bench. She was rushed to Greenwich Hospital but there was nothing the doctors could do. She suffered a massive brain aneurysm beyond repair and 24 hours later was declared brain dead.

          Dolores was an organ donor. Many people are alive today thanks to her loving spirit and generosity. Ironically right after her return from Russia, Dolores had asked Elizabeth and I to take care of Aziza if anything ever happened to her. We said yes and thought nothing of it. It turned out to be her dying wish.

          A day after Dolores’s funeral we began the process of adopting Aziza. It took many monthsand three trips to Russia, but Aziza came home with us to Princeton in March of 2010. It is now only eight months later, but Aziza is thriving. She is learning English quickly and loves school. She has many friends, is playing field hockey and basketball and is so happy. She has blended into our family with grace and is a joy to have. We know that Dolores is looking down on her with love!


          Aziza’s story is remarkable on many levels but in the end it is about love and the power of the human spirit to do good. Dolores was the most loving person one could ever meet. Her first thought every morning always centered on “how can I help others.” In particular she had a fondness for helping people from disadvantaged backgrounds. She was a mentor to many young children struggling to get into college, especially those with an interest in business. She was the best person one could ever be, and we do believe that her spirit will live within Aziza forever.

          It is such a cliché, but life does work many times in strange, unpredictable ways. Elizabeth and I now have our adopted child that we thought about for many, many years. It gives us great happiness to know that Dolores’s last wish has been fulfilled and that Aziza will be a living testament to her indomitable spirit!


Sadey’s Story:  View From A Birthmother

          I was a few months into my senior year of high school when I found out I was pregnant. I had been dating the birthfather for about a year and when we found out, the first thing he thought about was a wedding. I went along with the idea for about a week, but something wasn't right. I knew in my heart that just because I was pregnant didn’t mean that this relationship was going to work out all of the sudden. It wasn’t fair to me, to him, and it especially wasn’t fair to this baby to live an unhappy life together, which I knew it would be. I told him that I could not marry him and not surprisingly, it didn’t sit well. We got in a big fight. He said some very hurtful things and I left. We never talked again after that.

          I finally gathered the nerve to tell my parents a month later. They were devastated, just like I was. They had a very hard time dealing with it all. This wasn’t the daughter they knew. I wasn’t supposed to be pregnant at 17. I wasn’t supposed to be postponing college plans to be a mother. I was supposed to be playing my senior year on the softball team. I was supposed to be spending time with my friends, not lying in bed, sick with morning sickness. It was hard for them to be there for me, and I didn’t blame them.

          Soon after telling my parents, I met with an adoption agency. They became my angels. It was the one place I could go and talk about how I was really feeling. It was where I could go for support. I attended a group for expectant parents and learned so much. I learned about different kinds of adoptions and the trials that come with them. I learned about parenting and the responsibilities that would come with not only raising a child but raising one when I felt like I was still a child myself. I realized that there were some dreams I had for myself that I would have to postpone or let go of completely.

          I started turning to my faith for answers. I knew I loved this baby already. I knew that because she was mine she deserved the best. I had a very spiritual experience when praying about adoption and had a strong impression that adoption was the answer. After I got that answer, I started asking myself why. Why adoption? My brain kept throwing answers at me. The one that stood out the most was my dad. My dad had always been my best friend. There is a special link between a father and a daughter that can’t be explained, but it is there. And it’s such a blessing. I knew that if I didn’t place my little one for adoption, it would be a long time before I could give her that. I knew I would be married eventually, and I knew someday I would have more kids of my own, but that wasn’t fair to my baby. She deserved everything from the moment she came to me, not a few years down the road.


          At the suggestion of my caseworker, I started to look at profiles online. It was a little overwhelming. I didn’t know how on earth I could ever find someone I trusted and cared about enough to raise my child. I wasn’t just sharing something I loved, I was giving someone else a huge part of me. I looked at families that lived in the state I lived in and other states around me. I came across a family that really stood out to me, and I started e-mailing them right away. As I got to know them more and more, I warmed up to theidea that I really might have found my family. They were just like me! They were fun! They loved the outdoors. They loved sports. They had large extended families that they were very close with. I so looked forward to those e-mails and checked for new ones about a hundred times a day. During one e-mail I asked them what they liked to do for fun and they mentioned taking their son to a local place for donuts. I read it again and thought to myself that there was no way they lived that close. After asking them a little more I found out that they actually lived in the same city that I did! At that moment I knew that I’d found my family.

          We finally decided to meet after e-mailing for a few weeks, and I was so nervous! We met, and it was absolutely perfect; the adoptive mom was incredible! We hit it off as friends and from then on I felt like a part of their family. They were my support. They were who I cried to and told my feelings to. Over the next few months our relationship grew stronger and stronger. Five months before I was due, I told them “officially” that I was placing my little girl with them. When I did, I had another spiritual experience telling me, “This is right. This is how it’s supposed to be.” I couldn’t have been happier.

          The pregnancy flew by and I went to my seven and a half month appointment. It was going pretty much like any other appointment when I told the doctor my skin felt really itchy. She did a few tests and told me something was wrong with my liver. I got so scared and asked her if my baby was okay. She told me she was fine but that I would have to deliver early. I asked her how early. She said next week. Cue: me freaking out. I was so scared! Not about the adoption but to have a baby! I was 17 and was going to go through labor! Well, needless to say, I survived labor and my baby girl came out a perfect 7 pounds 9 ounces. After the four-day hospital stay was over, we drove to the agency where I relinquished my rights and gave them my baby girl. My feelings are hard to describe because they were so mixed. I loved my adoptive family with all my heart, but changing their lives for the better was breaking mine. No matter how bad it hurt me though, I never doubted my decision for a second.

          It has been two and a half years since thatday, and I can’t explain the happiness that adoption has brought to my life. I have my days when it is hard and I cry, but they are few and far between. I see my little girl a few times a month. I talk to the family I placed her with three or four times a week. I don’t talk to them just because they adopted my baby, but because they are some of my best friends and because they are family to me.

          Since placing my little girl I have traveled to different states, attended college, gotten married, been accepted to nursing school, and I am happier than I ever could have imagined. I want to be someone that my little girl can be proud of. I want her to know that because of her, I am a better person. I am so grateful every day for the opportunity I have to be where I am today. I have my family, my husband, and I still have my little girl in my life. Adoption is such an amazing and wonderful gift.


Grandma’s Wishes:  A Story of Domestic Adoption

          All of our adoption stories are special, but our most amazing story was our first. We'd done the fertility dance for two and a half years and arrived at the conclusion that we'd be adopting our children. We did paperwork, meetings, and interviews for six months and finally we scheduled our final individual interviews.  

          Just days prior to our final interview, I received a call that my grandmother was sick, and probably dying. My husband kindly drove me to Colorado to spend some time with her and help my mom take care of her and her home. I called and cancelled my final interview and stayed several days until my job as wedding planner called me back to Utah. Having just brought my grandmother home from the hospital under hospice care, I went to her room to say goodbye.  

          I sat with her a moment hoping for some coherency so that we could talk. She was awake but quiet. Finally I told her where I was going and that I planned to return right after my job was done. I also encouraged her not to be afraid and that if we didn't meet again in this life, she'd be off to see her mother, father, sisters, and brothers in Heaven. Then I asked a favor of her. I said, "Besides, I need you to do a job for me.  When you get there and see my babies, you tell them I'm tired of waiting for them. You're just the woman for the job!" Then I left her.

          I told my social worker I'd be in town for the wedding I was doing, and he said he'd like to see me in the morning the day before the wedding. We had a great interview, and he said he wanted to give me a good scare. There was a woman who might place her baby. If he was a betting man he'd guess there was a 20 percent chance that she would go through with the adoption plan. I was guarded and excited and so glad I had a job to concentrate on instead of stewing over it. He encouraged me to attend the last adoption training class that night so we'd finish the mandatory course.

          Arriving late to the adoption meeting the social worker mouthed for me not to leave without speaking to him. He said his odds that the adoption might take place had increased to 50 percent. He wanted to schedule our homestudy. I told him that would be great and he said he'd seeme in the morning. Tomorrow morning? She was due any day!

          A houseful of chocolate-covered strawberries at 7 AM is of no detriment to a home study I've found. And once again, thank goodness for that wedding!

           I stumbled in the door around midnight after the wedding and received a phone call shortly after that I'd lost my grandmother. The funeral was set for Monday, and I was in charge of the flowers. The social worker phoned the next morning: our baby girl had been born at 9 AM, about eight hours after my grandmother had passed away. And that was how our first daughter came to us.  

          Eight months later we got a call to pick up a baby boy, who should have been discharged to our care on my grandmother's birthday, but the agency hesitated to call since we'd recently adopted our daughter.  

          Two years later, on Christmas Day we completed our third adoption, a little girl this time.  Mother's Day weekend three and a half years later (our third gave us a run for our money), we adopted “Little Miss #4”.

          I guess my grandmother ran out of significant days, because, as I write this, we are at the hospital adopting our fifth child, who was born 10/20/2010.

          Every story about adoption is a miracle. God bless those courageous women who place their babies!


Coming Full Circle:  A China Adoption Story

          My family and I are in the process of adopting two (yes, you read that right!) children from China. With these current adoptions, we will have come full circle with adoption—our first adoption was Hannah three years ago, a then-seven-year-old from Maoming, Guangdong, and our last child will be Deanna, also a seven-year-old from Maoming, Guangdong. On this trip, however, we will also be adopting Bella, who will turn five in March. My husband will travel sometime between March and May, and he will take Hannah with him to help.  She will be 10 when they travel and will be such a big help to her dad with her two new little sisters. (I will stay home with our three other children, and attend to our business). Hannah will be there to comfort the girls—no doubt it will be quite the transition with daddy and three daughters. We are prepared for overload and lots of tears, but with Hannah there they should feel comfort sooner.

          Here is the story of how Bella and Deanna came to join our family. We found both of our girls on our agency’s Waiting Child website. I saw Bella waiting there for two months with no one asking for her file. Before we could move forward, we had to complete some things.  For example, orientation has to be done before you can even start your homestudy now in Colorado, and we could notstart our homestudy until summer break, because of various logistics. We finally started our orientation and filed a medical conditions checklist (it is alist of special needs that we were open to for achild we would adopt) with our agency and askedfor "Bella's file." The women who work in the Waiting Child department informed us that noone was looking at the file, or had inquired to date. What? What are the odds? I had known that she was our daughter, but we were caught in homestudy limbo for two months, and she waited. What were the odds that no one had inquired? And, the day we asked about her file to review, the agency had just received new updates. She was definitely ours and adorable.  So, of course, we proceeded with our homestudy for Bella, for one more child, our youngest daughter.


          I should note here that the last time we adopted we adopted two children (Scott and Athena) at once, but this time we were not thinking of two again. Last time the founder of our agency wrote special letters for us to adopt two, which was possible because they were older children and Athena’s paperwork showed she was aging out of China adoption nearing the age of 14 (she was actually only 12 turning 13). So we never would have inquired about another child beyond Bella, for so many reasons:  the imposition, the finances, the idea of six kids! Well, we were almost LID (logged in with the CCAA for Bella), and we had just finger-printed for Hague immigrations in Denver at USCIS, when the next day I checked the Waiting Child site and there she was.

          The little girl on the Waiting Child site was thechild we now know will be our Deanna. To back track a little, I should explain that, on every medical conditions checklist, I would always write in on the bottom, that we were looking for any Maoming girl to adopt, and possibly one with a name like Mao Huanye or Mao Fuanye. You see, at that point, I knew Hannah had a foster sister, but I only knew of this child through pictures in an album here at our home that we would spend time looking at with Hannah, and a Chinese name Hannah would share, her foster sister's name. And I wasn’t quite sure of how to say her name, because I only knew how Hannah said it and howmy non-Mandarin self translated the tones.  But I did always write to the agency on those checkliststhat we felt strongly about another Maoming daughter.

          Back to the little girl on the Waiting Child website.  This little girl was a couple of years older than Bella and a couple of years youngerthan Hannah. I clicked on the photo and it brought up her profile and a couple more photos.I recognized the red striped referral photo shirts that seven-year-olds pose in if they are  from Maoming, so I guessed she was from Maoming. Also in the photo, the back drop, the pinkorphanage buildings, and the grass center courtall looked a lot like Maoming Social Welfare Institute. I also knew that our agency has never posted an older Maoming girl on their Waiting Child website.  

          Even though it was 7:30 PM, I immediately e-mailed our agency to confirm that she was from Maoming and to see if her file was being reviewed. I also saw that she was a "focus child." In September of this year, the CCAA in China started a program for families to adopt two children at once if one was a focus child. So...I asked for the file to review, then clicked off and started our nightly bedtime routine. I went to bed. I told my husband there was a Maoming girl on the website. He looked and said, “Oh, I hope she finds a family.” His reply was very responsible, adult-like, you see — we already have four kids at home, one in heaven (our daughter born to us passed away in 2006 to Rhabdoid Tumor Cancer)and one waiting in China—Bella. So I couldn't possibly be showing and sharing this with him, for us. I played it very cool, and gentle and said I asked our agency about her, but only out of “curiosity.” Because, after all, we were waiting for Bella.

          I didn’t know it the evening I asked, but one of the Waiting Child ladies at our agency was working late. While I was asleep, she e-mailed the file, and said, “Yes, you have your Maoming connection, the file is current, and you should beable to make a decision to ‘adopt’ with this. But, since she is a focus child I will see if we can get another picture or two for you — NOW!!!” I didn't get that email. My husband did though when he woke up at 4:30 AM to check e-mails. When I woke up, he said, “You didn't e-mail thinking we were going to adopt two, again?” I explained that, no, I had e-mailed because the Maoming girl was jumping off the page and I needed to know who she was so we could follow her (like we follow Hannah's other five China Maoming friends, two adopted the same day as Hannah). He then told me that the little girl had cerebral palsy (which I already knew) and that, in the e-mail, our agency had indicated that I was correct:  she was from Maoming, and she was the girl from Hannah’s book of photos. She was Hannah’s foster sister. And, given all this information, he wanted to adopt her. :)

          Our agency gave us time to review her file, ask about her special need, and learn! When we e-mailed back to accept, we had no idea that the woman we had been working with no longer worked there. It wasn’t until a week or more laterthat we got a call from another woman in the agency saying she had been going through old e-mails and voicemails and found our message that we accepted Mao Huan Yu (Deanna) as our daughter! Do you still accept her? Holy cow, YES!! The reason she started checking the e-mails was because another family had inquired about her file. I shudder to think what a disastrous mix-up that would have been.

          Anyway, now we wait to travel to China tobring home two daughters. Thank God for our agency and for Deanna being a focus child, allowing us to adopt two at once. Deanna Huan Yu means divine jade ring, (God's perfect circle) and we truly believe there is a divine explanation for all of this. Bella Xiao Han means beautiful heavenly sky. These girls are truly sentby God, and all prayers for them are accepted with great gratitude and humbling thankfulness.


He Is our Son and We are His Proud Parents:  An Interracial Adoption Story

          Clayton and I met when we were 17 years old. We dated for four years and were married in June 2000 and were so excited to start our married life and eventually a family together.  We never imagined where we would be five years later.  In that short time we faced many trials and challenges as a couple. After several years of battling infertility we were realizing that having ababy might not actually happen for us. Meanwhile in 2003 Clayton was diagnosed with a rare form of soft tissue cancer. We were scared about the unknown but we put all our efforts into focusing on him getting well. I am happy to say that he is cancer-free today! When the realization that we weren’t able to conceive finally hit us,prayer lead us to adoption. We recognized that he has a plan for our family and that plan was adoption.  

          This route wasn’t always easy. In the almost two years total time that we waited we did have two “failed” placements and had learned a lot about the adoption process along the way. We also learned even more to have faith and continue on.

          In June of 2007, about a week after our 7th wedding anniversary, I received a call from our adoption agency telling me that we had been chosen by a wonderful woman named “D” to adopther baby boy!! We were ecstatic!! There are no words to describe getting that call! Our baby was due in five weeks so we had NO time to spare!

          Driving to the restaurant to meet D for the first time, we were both nervous wrecks. What if we said the wrong thing? What if she saw us and changed her mind? There were so many scenarios playing through our minds but more than anything we wanted to meet her, hug her, give her support and let her know how much we already loved her. When we finally met her we were relieved to see that she was nervous too! She was sweet, kind and funny and helped to put us at ease. We were excited to begin this new relationship with her that we knew we would cherish for the rest of our lives.

          A couple of days before D’s due date, I received a call from our caseworker early one morning saying that D had gone into labor and was already at the hospital. They had tried to call me several times but I was in the shower and didn’t hear the phone! I frantically called Clayton at work to tell him the news! I didn’t even finished getting ready, instead I jumped in the car with wet hair and sped to Clayton’s work to pick himup so we could get to the hospital in time!! When we got to the hospital our main concern was D and how she was feeling. Neither of us had ever experienced being there for someone giving birth before so we didn’t really know what to expect. We gained SO MUCH respect for D that day just watching her go through labor. When Adam was born we were privileged enough to be in the room to see his birth, I even cut the umbilical cord!

          We never had any fears about placement. Our fears and concerns were  directed only for  Dand her well being. I was especially concerned that I would never be able to express to her exactly what she means to me. For me, there is aspecial and unique kind of love that an adoptive mother has for her child’s birthmother. It’s so deep and full of respect and awe. I know that the decision D made for herbaby was a gift for him to have a better life. I hope and pray that in return her own life has been blessed through her brave choice.


          One of our gifts to D was a beautiful necklace with Adam’s birthstone in the middle so that she could always have a little piece of him to carry close to her heart. I had also made her a special scrapbook and had a photo album for her with some pictures of Adam in it. When the time came to leave her room so she could sign the legal papers, I was actually holding Adam. When the caseworker came in and told us it was time to go, I got up and carried Adam over to D to place him in her arms. She had quietly started crying and shook her head at me indicating that she didn’t want to hold him but wanted to me to take him instead. I had not expected this to happen and my heartached for her. I barely made it out into the hall before I brokedown sobbing. There is so much joy and so much sorrow all at once. Nothing could have prepared us for this part of the process. About 20 minutes later our case-worker came in with the paperwork for us to sign. Meanwhile she told us that D had decided that it was too hard for her to see us sowe weren’t going to be allowed to give her ourgifts in person or hug her goodbye. I couldn’thold back the tears at the point. I wanted to tell D in person how much I loved her, I wanted to tell her that Adam would be okay and that we would do our best to raise him in a righteous and loving home.

          We had to respect her decision though and hoped that she was ok. I remember asking overand over for them to make sure that she was alright. They assured us that they would help her get through it and that she was confident with her decision to place him with us but she had to deal with her grief in her own way.

          About an hour later we were walking out of the hospital with our beautiful son sleeping in his car seat!!! I’m not gonna was an AMAZING feeling!! We drove home in complete awe of our experiences and couldn’t wait to introduce Adam to our families!! When Adam was six months we finalized the adoption. We had a court date set on a Friday and his baby blessing was to be the day after that! It was a busy and wonderful weekend!!

          Adam is African American and he was the most beautiful little boy we have ever laid eyeson! Our biggest fear with adopting a child from a race other than our own, was geographical. We live in a predominantly Caucasian community and wondered if our son would be singled out or feel like he didn’t fit in. From the beginning we were determined to not make race an issue. He’s black and we’re is what it is. He is our son and we are his proud parents! If tomorrow morning we all woke up and I was green with yellow polka dots I can guarantee you my family would love me just the same! HA!

          But in all seriousness we do have Adam’s well being in mind. Adam is in a transracial play-group that gets together weekly. We will always celebrate his heritage and encourage him to do the same. We have an open adoption which wefeel is SO important to his development. He has aright and a privilege to know where he comes from, who he looks like and why he is so very special! Our family and friends adore Adam; he’s quite the celebrity in our neck of the woods!


          We have had a few negative experiences with strangers that still completely amaze me. One afternoon while at the store with Adam grocery shopping a woman said to me, “White people should not be allowed to adopt black babies.”I wish I can say that I handled that situation well.What I should have said is, “Love knows no colorand has no boundaries.” Instead I yelled and ranted like any over-protective mother would do. Then there was the time that I took Adam in tosee the doctor because he had a cold. We had never seen this particular doctor before but he was the only one available. When he saw Adam he proceeded to tell me his opinions of black people, his experiences with them and so on...and none of it was positive. Oh how I wish I would have had the courage to ask him to stop and then turned around and walked out of the room! Unfortunately prejudice and racism still exist and they're all around us. One of my jobs as a mother is to provide my son (and my future children) with the tools to help them navigate through life so that they can make a difference and change stereotypes.

          Three years later our son Cooper joined our family through another amazing birthmother and once again we are in awe! Her deep faith and many prayers led her to us and we are forever grateful for her courage and love! Open adoption is a natural choice for us. We want our children to know where they came from, who they look like and why they are so very special.

          We continue to have an open adoption with Adam’s and Cooper’s birthmothers, and that will continue the rest of our lives. We are so grateful for her and her decision to place him with us. We know that without the trials of infertility we would not have been lead on the path of adoption and for that reason we consider infertility one of our biggest blessings. We are so grateful for the power of prayer; it gives us the opportunity to draw closer to our Heavenly Father and increases our faith. We are so blessed and privileged to be Adam’s and Cooper’s parents and to be a forever family!



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