Bringing Baby Home
We went to Indigo Deli last night with a friend. For A~ and me, it was our last dinner going out as just the two of us - because today we’re bringing the Little Person home. From now on, we’ll be a unit of three.
A~ and I had always wanted to adopt a child. A few months ago, we started looking for an approved agency that was on the list of CARA, the Central Adoption Resource Agency, and found one that was located conveniently close to our workplaces (this helps, because there is a fair bit of paperwork). They had a relaxed, matter-of-fact attitude to adoption. We liked that.
Within weeks the Home Study was done, the paperwork was ready and then it was just a matter of waiting. One morning I got a call on my phone. They had a baby to show us. Baby A was six months old, being cared for by a foster family, his papers were all set for adoption, and - would we like to meet the paediatrician first, or the baby?
As if there was any doubt about it. We saw Baby A first. It was a sunlit Friday morning, a morning perfect for love. Baby A was asleep, his pink cheeks flushed with the heat, but as we bent over him to look at his tiny sleeping form, he opened his eyes. We took him all around the neighbouring school campus. He looked at the trees, crows, children with sleepy interest. He smiled.
Such excitement - we’re bringing Baby home today. The entire family is coming to meet him. My parents are already here, my brother and sister-in-law arrived late last night, and my sister and mother-in-law will arrive tonight from Cal. Everyone wants to see Kutty Papu!
