On the first phone call, our social worker said something like, "I've got some potentially exciting news for you... you've been chosen!" After my exclamations of excitement and joy, I then heard,
"AND the baby's already been born."
THAT'S when she lost me. And that's when she wisely advised that I get with Matt and we call her back together to hear more details.
Can you imagine?!
That's all I knew. We've been chosen, and the baby's here. I didn't know if it was boy, girl, healthy, sick, white, mixed, black, or anything. It didn't matter. It just mattered that we had been chosen, and the baby needed to meet his/her Mommy & Daddy!
On the way to meet Matt, we were on the phone. I was like, "ohmygosh, ohmygosh, ohmygosh" thinking that not only were we matched but we were already parents! There was much trembling and shaking. And being in shock.
On the way to meet Matt, I also said, "what if it's a girl?"
In the interest of full disclosure, we really wanted a boy. But we knew that we couldn't 'choose' if it was in my belly, so we opted not to choose with adoption. (I should have written a post about red, yellow, black, white, girl or boy.) He wisely said, "we will love that little girl like no one else." I knew we would too.
When we got together in the Dunkin' Donuts parking lot, we called our social worker back. We learned lots of wonderful details...
The ones that stuck out:
- It's a BOY!!!!
- He was born 12/29/2012. 2012!!! (Remember these posts? God knew.)
- The birth mother named him, and the middle name she chose was James. Though we were going back and forth between first names, the one thing we knew was that if it was a boy, his middle name would be James.
- 12/29 is also the birthday of my dad's brother & sister who are twins. That's part of the reason we settled on Tyndall.
- He was due sometime in February, so he was quite early. He weighed 3 lbs, 3 oz at birth and currently weighed 3 lbs, 1 oz. Overall, he was healthy. Just tiny.
The best part? The birth mother's social worker emailed us 2 pictures of him. They were small pictures, but it didn't matter. We memorized every detail in a short amount of time. Here are the first glimpses we had of our son... on the day we found out about him... when he was 5 days old.