Our new Bug

One month ago today Bug was born. Time flies when you're in love.

July 28 we received a phone call that his birth mother was in labor. Two days later he was placed in my arms by a miracle from God and the selfless love of a mother. The weepy words, "I am giving you my baby because I love him more than myself," as she lay him in my arms, through what I can only imagine was the strength from God, will resonate in my mind forever. She reminded me of what it means to be a mother. It means breaking your own heart for the well-being of your child. I will never be able to make as significant of a sacrifice as she did for my children, but I will try every day to be the mother I need and want to be to justify her sacrifice.

Another miracle: he was mine the moment he was placed in my arms. Most people spend nine months with their babies during pregnancy and then revel in those special first days with them in the hospital. I worried I would miss out on important bonding moments.

It turns out when a baby is supposed to be yours whether it grew inside of you or not, you know. Through the mercy of God, I knew. All the missed moments with him disappeared and it was like I had known him forever.


I don't mean to make this into a religious post or to preach about my views, but I do believe the events leading up to receiving my child were orchestrated by a higher power. A God who knew this baby belonged in our family and allowed me to feel something in order to move me in his direction and him in mine. He found me and I found him. That in-and-of-itself is a miracle.

Boo grew in my belly, but this little guy grew in my heart.



Boo is so happy to finally have his brother.