Thursday, November 6, 2014

Stupid Roller Coasters

This is my friend Anthony. Everybody say, “Hi Anthony.”




This is Anthony doing what he loves.



Anthony is a lover of roller coasters. He knows the history of roller coasters, the difference between wood coasters and metal coasters, the mechanics of coasters, and he even has a sick tattoo on his arm of a roller coaster. The coaster love is serious people.


This is Jess and Heather. Everybody say, “Hi Jess and Heather.”




We’re not roller coaster people. We’re the kind of gals that like to ride the swings, just don’t go too fast or too high because we just ate funnel cakes.



So let me break this whole adoption thing down for you, the best way I know how, by metaphor of course.

The day you decide to adopt is the day you buy your ticket to the amusement park.
The wait until a birth mom picks you is like the wait on a hot summer day to get on your most favorite ride ever. You get aggravated, excited, anxious, pissed off at the people that go before you because you know for sure you got in line before them.

Before you know it, you’ve zig-zagged your way to the red line, talked to everyone beside you and finally, it’s your turn. IT’S FINALLY HERE!!!!!!!  You get in, lock yourself in, put your hands up and you’re off.

Fast around the corner and then…you stop again. And you wait. Climbing the hill, slowly, tick, tick, tick, waiting for that rush of adrenaline, tick, tick, tick, for the moment you’ve been waiting for, tick, tick, tick. For the drop, the loop, the upside down and the corkscrews. Tick, tick, tick, why didn’t we just ride the damn swings.  And then you drop, and scream and pray a bug doesn’t fly in your mouth (that’s not adoption, that’s my life), it’s everything you expected. Nothing feels as freeing, as fun or scary at that very moment. Until you stop again, to go up the next hill…tick, tick, tick.

This is adoption.

An emotional roller coaster.

Erica, (birth mom) has had a rough two weeks, emotionally. Which means we’ve had a rough two weeks, emotionally.

Two weeks ago Erica had a bad day at the doctor, (baby is fine). This led to her saying she would not go back, which led to her not wanting to talk to us. Tick, tick. tick.

Social worker said this is common, not a red flag and stated the next three months will be the hardest  and most stressful emotional roller coaster ride we’ve ever been on. Yeah, we got it, tick, tick, freaking tick.

And then, out of nowhere, we get an email that says, “someone wanted to say hi,” Attached are three beautiful pictures of Erica outside of the doctor’s office waving hello. Our hands are up, our heart is full and we’re enjoying the ride.

Social Worker emailed this evening, she is sending a new disc with new ultrasound images and, “Erica says hello and she hopes to talk to you all soon.”

Anthony, save us a spot in line, we’re getting a season pass. I have a feeling we’re going to be here for a while. So long swings.

Until the next update, Cheers!!!
-Jess and HK