It has been a loooong 6 months since being matched with our birth mom and baby girl for adoption. Ups and downs. Ins and outs. And a whole lot of waiting and wondering. Adoption is wonderful, but it is a whole different kind of “labor” from getting pregnant ourselves.
Our adoption plan location changed from Florida to Michigan two weeks before our birth mom, B., was due to give birth. Just another twist in the adoption process, so we changed our travel plans and rolled with it. Shortly after B got to Michigan, she called and said we should start our journey north because she felt like she was getting ready to go into labor. She had birthed multiple children before ours so we trusted her instinct, loaded the car, and headed to Michigan.
It was a nerve wracking 2 day drive. All the while hoping we would make it in time. Driving as long as we could before hunger and exhaustion took over. Alternating driving and navigation through unfamiliar territory. And balancing the nerves with the excitement.
Once we arrived, we waited.
It was two more doctor visits AND a full week later that induction was scheduled and B was admitted into the hospital. I guess she wasn’t as body-aware as we thought she was. Or maybe she just wanted company in this unfamiliar city? Either way, we spent most of the extra time in the hotel working, and then an afternoon out for a nice walk and lunch. A lunch and a dinner with B. And more time in the hotel. Needless to say, we weren’t thrilled to be away from home, spending the extra money and cooped up in a small, one bedroom hotel room.
But. We were there. And one step closer to meeting our baby girl.
And then finally, we were in the hospital, the induction was started and she was given an epidural.
I know that the process of labor isn’t speedy. So we were waiting just like any other expectant parent. Only I wasn’t the one feeling the contractions. So that was a bonus. But this was a loooong night. It was me, my hubby, B, and the adoption doula just hanging out, trying to catch a couple of winks of sleep here and there.
And 12 hours and 35 minutes later, our baby girl made her appearance. I was blessed to be holding the hand (and leg) of B as our girl made her way into the world. My hubby was in the room, but hanging out behind a curtain. An odd moment, as I always envisioned holding my husband’s hand when our child came into the world, not some other woman’s hand. ha ha.
Once our girl was out, I went back and forth between the woman who birthed her and was sharing her with us and my husband. I didn’t want either to feel alone. Another strange moment – torn between two realms. But just like a magnet, I was drawn to the bedside of our baby girl and celebrating this new life beside my man.
Genevieve Grace (GiGi) Pant was born at 3:35 am EST. She weighed in at 8.7 lbs and 21 inches long. She had a head of hair and powerful lungs.
We loved her immediately.
She was perfectly healthy. And perfectly beautiful. Although I may be a bit prejudiced. And I spent the next two days in the hospital with her and B. Exhausted, but happy, we were discharged 48 hours after she arrived. And the Handsome Hubs and I took our daughter home. Well, back to the hotel. But that step in the right direction.
Due to national adoption law, we had to wait (in Michigan) for the paperwork between Michigan and Texas to clear. A full week. Oh my gosh I was SO ready to be home! So as soon as we got the all clear, we were packed and back on the road. We made record time on our return trip. GiGi was a road trip dream, sleeping the majority of the way, only to be awoken every few hours for a quick meal and diaper change.
So. Now we are home. Less than a week, but I couldn’t be happier.
The hubs is back at work – after 3 weeks out of state, he needed to make an appearance. Don’t get me wrong, he is fully participatory and a great daddy. But for now, I’m home creating a new routine for us. I’m not nearly as productive as I imagined I could be. But, every day gets a little easier. And my mom is here to help.
So, now I’ve got to run. GiGi is due for “The Food Truck”. It’s lunchtime. And time to snuggle with her. Lucky me.