It was January 2, 2009. I was settling in for another day at work. I had been playing e-mail tag with Megan, my adoption coordinator, since Christmas Eve. She just wanted to touch base to see how my wait was going. I emailed her again and got a response that said, 'Give me a call. If I'm in a meeting, have them interrupt me'.
I thought it was a bit strange, but I did as she asked. I called WACAP and asked for Megan. They did have to interrupt her because she was on another call. When we finally got to talk, she asked how I was doing. My response - 'I'm fine, but I'm not a big fan of this waiting thing'. Megan responded by saying 'Well, you don't have to wait any more'. It took a few minutes before that phrase managed to sink in. This was it, I was about to become a mom. Until that moment, the idea had been just that - an idea. Something I'd been thinking about forever - but seemed like it would never actually happen. Then Megan said, 'I have your referral. It's a little boy, his name is Abayneh Melaku.'
There was a 6 week old boy from Bahir Dar, Ethiopia that needed a mommy - and in a weird game of family tag - someone had just told me "you're it".
I don't even remember much about the conversation. All that kept going through my head was "I have a little boy". As Megan was rattling off information that I should have been listening to - I was busy texting my parents to let them know they were going to have a grandson. Megan said she'd e-mail me pictures and information about the baby and we'd touch base later.
So I waited. When the e-mail finally came, I was actually nervous to open it. Would I cry? How would I feel? Am I crazy? So I clicked on that first picture, looked into the biggest brown eyes of my little boy, and felt.... fear. Am I really ready to take care of this terrified looking little guy? Does he deserve someone else who actually knows what she's doing? Deep down, I knew the answer - and at that first glance - I knew that boy was meant to be mine.
It turns out, my completed dossier had arrived in Ethiopia on October 17th - exactly 3 weeks before little Abayneh was born. Perfect timing.
I met him in person just over 4 months later. He didn't cry, he just looked at me, grabbed my finger and smiled. He was finally in his mommy's arms. When we were in Ethiopia, I found out his name Abayneh Melaku literally means "mightier than the mighty who will be worshipped" - oh how fitting that name turned out to be.
My boy has been home for just over 7 months, and that terrified looking 2 month old baby has become one very rambunctious 13 month old toddler. We've had some tough times, including a bout with croup, swine flu, and some breathing issues. But the good times far outweigh those. He has a giggle that's infectious, the goofiest camera face you've ever seen, and a temper that rivals anything my family has ever displayed. And I love him more each day.
On December 30th, we headed back to court to re-finalize the adoption here in the United States - and Abayneh Melaku is now officially Keagan Abayneh Brown.
I can't wait to see what he has in store for me next.
And that lucky little boy couldn't possibly be loved any more than he is by his wonderful mommy (and Grandpa & Grandma)! It was meant to be, even through trials and tribulations everyone's lives became richer and we all look forward to many years of love.
ReplyDeleteif you make me cry one more time...i'm going to stop reading this blog!!! When you asked me about adoption...the only thing i could think of is "what a lucky, lucky little person to be a part of her life". It works both ways obviously. I couldn't be happier for you both...
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