Only two miscarriages? What did the doctors say? What are you going to do?

I can distinctly remember sitting at a high top table at a local restaurant looking at Eli. We had talked about what we would do next, but neither of us had ever made a definitive statement. This was the moment we knew. By late August of 2015 we made the decision to pursue adoption. Our order of doing things is hard to understand. You may be asking what’s so hard to understand about it? I mean two people, two miscarriages, both over 30…duh! You adopt. Well, it’s a bit different for us. Adoption was ALWAYS in our cards. We didn’t pursue adoption as a last resort. We are sad that we miscarried, but we are not sad that we are adopting. At times I feel that the miscarriages have taken away from the overwhelming certainty that we are supposed to adopt. As a matter of fact, in many ways, adopting feels much more natural to us. This is a complicated concept for many to understand. As we explain our path to adoption, it is often met with, “I bet then you’ll get pregnant” or “You never know, I had a friend who…”. Our adoption path is not a tool for something greater—it is something greater.

By the end of August we had chosen our agency. A small, private agency here in Wisconsin. We signed our contract and set down on the path of infant domestic adoption. Which is where you would think we are waiting right now, but it is far more simplex than that. More to come on the simplicated path of where we are.

~Chelsea