Wesley Aaron was born on Thursday, January 23, 2014 at 8:29am. He weighed 7lb 14oz and was 20in long. Below is his story. There are many more details not contained in this letter and some names have been left out for privacy, but we LOVE to tell his story and our adoption journey up until this point, so please ask. The complete adoption is not finalized yet. More updates to come later this week.
Dear Wesley,
Someday I hope to tell
you this story in its entirety. The
story of your birth. You are truly a
miracle child from God. Your Daddy,
myself, your grandparents, and many other people have been praying and waiting
for you for a long time. You, my dear,
were hand-picked by God to be part of our family. We love you to the moon and back! Here is the story of the day you were born.
The first, and most important detail, of this story is that God loves you. He helped H and C with the decision to bring you into this world and then let you go. He knows, baby boy, that you are something special and He planned and carried out all of the events right at the beginning of your life knowing full well that you are important and a child of His kingdom.
The second, and just as
important detail, of this story is that your birth parents, H and C,
love you very much. They wanted you
baby, so, so much! But were unable to
give you the life they knew you deserved.
They wanted you to be loved, to be cared for, to have what you needed to
have to be happy and healthy.
You were born on
Thursday, January 23, 2014 at 8:29 in the morning. You, my dear boy, were the most
precious new born I’ve ever laid eyes on.
Your dad and I received a phone call from Grandma on Friday night (the
24th) asking us if we would be interested in talking with one of her
friends, M. M knew H from
a food pantry that she volunteered at.
H would bring your sister and brother to the food
pantry. M talked with H about
her pregnancy and gave her phone number to H. That Friday night, M called a few other
families before she called Grandma after she heard from H about your
birth. No one else answered their
phones. That’s just another awesome
detail that God was involved with. We
spoke with M and told her we would be interested in adopting you from
H and C. We called the
adoption agency that we were working with, A Baby Step, and spoke with our case
manager and a birth mom case manager.
That Friday night, little one, was scary, nerve wracking, and anxiety
filled. I did not get a wink of sleep!
On Saturday morning,
Kayla, H’s case manager for the adoption, met her at the hospital. She spoke with her about adoption, answered
her questions, and helped her to make a plan.
M had already told H about Daddy and I, so Kayla showed them
our profile. Oh sweetie, you wouldn’t
believe all of the things we have in common.
H and I both love to bake and spend time with our friends. C and Daddy are both car lovers and
mechanics. We both have dogs and love to
watch movies. When H and C saw
our profile, they loved us, our lives, our families. They knew that you would be well-loved. Kayla then gave us a call and asked how
quickly we could be at the hospital. You
better believe, kiddo, that we dropped everything and got there as fast as we
could! It was snowing, so we couldn’t
drive too fast and on our way Kayla called again and asked if we could pick up
some chocolate donuts for H. Yet
another thing her and Mommy have in common, we both LOVE chocolate. Daddy and I stopped at Dunkin Donuts and
picked out one of every donut that had chocolate on it or in it!
We got to the hospital
and got to meet H and C and their friend Z. They were all super nice! We talked with them and got to see pictures
of your brother and sister. Kayla also helped
us make an adoption plan with them and we talked about you, honey. We learned about H’s pregnancy and
delivery. We learned about your first
few days of life. They took care of you,
handsome boy, until we could get there to make you a part of our forever
family.
H and C left
the hospital Saturday evening. I have no
doubt that it was the hardest decision that either of them ever had to
make. They love you, son, but knew that
their decision was best for you and for them.
Their decision gave Daddy and I a chance to smother you with love and
make you a part of our family.
We spent the night with
you in the hospital. The nurses were
fantastic and gave us everything we needed.
We weren’t prepared to stay the night so we slept in our clothes and
charged our phones in the car. On Sunday
morning, we received a crash course on how to take care of you. They showed us how to bathe you, how to
change your diaper, feed and burp you.
They showed us how to install the car seat and made sure you were
healthy as a horse before we left.
Grandpa and Grandma met us at the hospital and helped us take you
home. Gammy, Poppy, and Uncle O were
waiting at the house for us when we got there.
It was a whirlwind weekend, little man.
On Friday night Daddy and I sat down to watch a movie and eat dinner and
on Sunday afternoon, we brought you home.
While we were at the hospital, Grandpa and Grandma and a few of our friends scrambled to gather the things we would need to make sure you were clothed, safe, and had a place to sleep. We hadn't started working on your nursery yet, honey, so you spent your first few weeks living in our office. Your clothes were stored in a bookshelf and your changing table was a filing cabinet. Daddy and I are so thankful for the friends and family that loaned us things as we prepared for your homecoming.
There were so many
people praying for you, waiting for you, knowing that somewhere, at some point
God would hand-pick you just for us. We
love you Wesley Aaron. Always and
Forever.
Love,
Mommy
and Daddy
