So. 3 weeks. I felt like that was TONS of time, compared to the zero notice we had about getting to Ashlyn! But still for some reason I felt really, really compelled to "nest" as much as I could. I was up late almost every night that week, digging all the baby stuff out from the depths of the garage where we had buried it, sorting baby clothes and supplies, planning nursery decorations and bedding, shopping for newborn boy clothes, carseat cover, etc. etc. etc.I thought I was being too overzealous and was kind of embarrassed that I was doing so much to prepare. Because you know that in the back of our minds was that reminder that really, nothing is for sure in adoption until it's final. This seemed like a really, really likely situation--but we've been in a likely situation before that's gone south. So I feel like a good way to describe my emotions was "cautiously optimistic." Well, REALLY optimistic, with a slight bit of caution. :)
We didn't tell anyone except the close family and few friends that we had been keeping apprised of the whole non-situation that was becoming a situation as it went on. And now that I was actually making preparations, it got a lot harder to keep it on the down low! But with it still being a few weeks away, I figured once it got really close and was still looking good, we could like, let our bishop know, things like that.
One thing that I spent hours shopping for and preparing was a big care package for Elan's birthmom. I felt so blessed to be going into this with a relationship with her. I knew that what she would go through at the hospital would be heart-breaking (or at least I thought I knew), and while what I wanted to give her--peace and comfort-- wasn't really possible in the tangible sense, I figured the next best thing would be a big box of pampering that might help her in recovering. So I put together a huge box full of everything girly and pampering. That was really the only project that I started and completely finished that week, baby-related. I finished it late Friday night. And well, you know what happened on Saturday!
.....but in case you don't, here you go:
Saturday we celebrated Ashlyn's birthday! Nana had come to visit for the long President's Day weekend, and the 4 of us went and met up with Collin's brother's family at 1000 Springs in Hagerman for an afternoon of swimming. It was so, so much fun for everyone, and Ashlyn had a blast of course. Afterwards everyone came back to our house for dinner, followed by cake and ice cream of course. I hadn't looked at my phone for a few hours, and had to go find it so I could take pictures of Ashlyn blowing out her candles. Well when I logged on, there was a text from Elan's birthmom--sent about 5 minutes before I saw it-- that said, "My water broke this afternoon and I'm at the hospital. They say that today is the day he's coming." What now?!!!?!!??!?!
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