Meeting the Birth Mother | Our Adoption Story: Part 3

The below is a continuation of our adoption story, Part 2…

July 14, 2008

We arrived home late Saturday night. Yesterday, Sunday, July 13, all I could think about was the baby. I kept thinking that in two more Sundays, I would be holding my new baby boy at church! My mind kept imagining everyone’s faces when I walked in with a baby in the sling over my shoulder (most did not even knew we were looking to adopt)! I don’t think I heard one word of the lessons. My mind was completely distracted!

All day today, My hubby and I fasted and prayed in preparation for our meeting with ‘birthmom A’. We fasted to have the Spirit with us in deciding if this was indeed our baby. In knowing what to say to the birthmother (what do you say to the woman who may be carrying your baby in her womb?). How do you thank her enough? Do you let her know you are so excited for this adoption, yet not step on her toes at all and come across as only caring about the baby? How do you not feel totally overwhelmed by the whole experience?

My sister came over unexpectedly today and I don’t even think I heard a thing she said. I was totally distracted, and felt bad because I could tell I was scatterbrained and she had to have known something was up. I went to Walmart for groceries and made the mistake of walking down the baby isle. I stood there staring at the binkies and had a 10 minute debate with myself on whether or not to buy any. I kept going back and forth in my head, and couldn’t decide if I should do it and simply return them if need be, or if by doing that I would get too emotionally involved. I finally couldn’t decide so I gave up and left.

I think I was half sick all day. I was so nervous, and thought my heart would beat right out of my chest! When we pulled up to the restaurant, my husband spotted her right off (because he is so tall and can scan the crowd).

Daxton's birth mother and full sister, with his parents looking towards adoption

The birthmother seemed to recognize him and smiled. Honestly speaking, it was awkward at first. Kind of like a blind date. We both hugged her and said “Hi”. We did not know her at all, yet here we were hugging her. I was concerned she was uncomfortable with it all.  We did the standard small talk. Then we started to relax a bit and asked a lot of questions about the adoption.

This birthmother is an amazing woman who has really been through a lot and a ridiculous amount of stress lately. I can only admire her courage in placing her baby all alone, and in a state far away and unfamiliar to her. She was very shy and didn’t say a ton, answering mostly with “Yes, ma’am”, or “No, sir”. We asked her questions like “What is your favorite color?“, “What was your most embarrassing moment?“, and “What are your favorite family traditions?“, etc, just trying to get to know her better.

When we had reached the bottom of our adoption questions list, I asked her if she had questions for us. Our birthmom hesitated, looked at the caseworkers, then looked back at us and in a very humble voice responded with, “Would ya’ll really want to take my baby?” *sheer silence* We had expected her to ask us about our parenting styles, what our Christmases were like, how religious we were, etc. She went right for the heartstrings as we both instantly teared up and responded with “Absolutely!” This, of course, set her off as well. More tears fell. Fortunately the caseworkers brought plenty of tissues, because all five of us needed them!

Apparently, previous to all of this, our birth mom had narrowed down her options to us and one other family looking towards adoption. She confirmed that she decided to go with the other family because they had no children and that she wanted to give them that experience since we already had four (as we had guessed). She had a phone call with this couple, and met them for 15 minutes. She felt good about it and was planning to proceed with them.

That very night after their first meeting, the birth mom began thinking about our family. Something kept drawing her attention back to us, but she kept trying to rationalize that she would be blessing that other couple more than our family. She said that she dropped to her knees and began to pray to God to help her know what to do.

Then, the next day she received a call from the agency stating that the couple had called and rejected her profile. They simply stated that they had prayed further and for some reason just didn’t feel like her baby was “their baby”. She was really hurt by that, but quickly recognized that we were supposed to be the parents of her son and that was the reason why she had kept thinking about us the day before. However, since she knew the other family rejected her, she was so nervous at dinner that we were going to reject her baby as well. She keeps telling our caseworker that she is so afraid we will change our minds. That will not happen, for certain!

Later during the dinner one of the caseworkers asked her, “Do you feel that this is your family?” She looked down, then back up at us and said with a smile, “Yes!”. Out came the tissues again, and we were all crying! The crowded room at Olive Garden seemed to disappear as two families from completely different worlds… merged in what would be an unbelievable bond.

At dinner we gave our birthmom a gift for her 12-month old, some bath and body lotions for her, and a present from our girls (who were not there). I had all four of them paint hand prints all over a sheet of paper. Then I glued a poem I wrote about the things “These Little Hands” would do for their new baby brother. (could kick myself for not taking a pict)

Dearest Baby Brother,

These little hands are anxious for you to appear,
These little hands are so excited to hold you near,
These little hands are waiting for you to play,
These little hands will love you night and day,
These little hands will smell your tiny stinky toes,
These are the hands that will teach you “eyes” and “nose”.

These little hands will wipe away your tears,
These little hands will quiet all your fears,
These little hands will pick you up when you fall,
These little hands will clap when you learn to crawl,
These little hands will help give your tooth a wiggle,
These are the hands that will tickle and make you giggle.

These little hands will show you how to climb a tree,
These little hands will snuggle you while watching a movie,
These little hands will help you fly your first kite,
These little hands will cradle when you’re scared at night.

There are so many memories we are just waiting to create,
You being a part of our family is nothing short of fate.
We cannot wait to be near you, give hugs and big kisses, too.
Oh, Baby Brother… it’s certain we already LOVE you!

She really started to tear up when she read it, and acted like she had never been given a gift before! Her baby “J” is cute. She has big brown eyes and really curly hair. Adorable! She is a full sister to this baby boy, so he will probably look a lot like her.  She has the most adorable smile. I haven’t seen her dad, but I have heard many of the caseworkers say he is handsome.

On the way out of the restaurant, I was holding baby “J”. I could hear people oohhhhhhing and ahhhhhing and talking about her as we walked by. Athough it is getting better, I know that a white woman holding a black baby isn’t common in Utah. I am sure that a few ignorant or judgmental stares will be something I will have to develop a thick skin too. In Missouri, we had a former elderly family friend (whom we love dearly) say, “When the baby comes out, you need to look at the lips and if they are too big… give the baby back.” My jaw dropped. I’ve never heard something that hit me so hard. I went through a range of emotions in my mind, shock, anger, sadness. How could she say that? It was said kinda flippantly, but the hurt was very much there. I can only guess this was an ignorant generational thing, but doesn’t make it right. I told her that I didn’t appreciate the comment, that this will be my son, and there is nothing that I won’t love about him.  I am sure we will hear worse things than that over time by people who just don’t understand, should understand, or won’t understand. As parents today, we need be open with our kids about race and equality, and how important it is to not pass along any hurtful prejudices to future generations.

After the dinner was over, and we arrived home, we called the caseworker. She said our birthmother was very excited about us! Again, she was just nervous that we would change our minds although she was sure on her part. It’s funny because we are so nervous that she is going to change her mind! (Can’t we get this in a contract or something???)

Today was a GREAT day! Too many thoughts and emotions are swirling around in my head! I can’t seem to think straight. I feel like I have just run a marathon, exhausted, but relishing the euphoria of having this one moment as part of my history…

July 15, 2008

Tuesday was really a weird day. For some reason, I was just so tired and overwhelmed that I could not think straight. I kept going over the financial ramifications of this adoption and stressing about it over and over! I just couldn’t get my mind to think about anything else. It was really weighing on me and my spirit was down. At one point, I even called my hubby and asked him if he was really sure about all this. I think I would have jumped ship at that moment if he hadn’t been so calm. I was just so scared by it all.

We finally told my parents about the pending adoption on Tuesday (they were the first to know). I think this actually made the situation feel more real to me, to actually tell someone outside of our immediate family, but they could hear in my voice that I was hesitating as I told them the news. As concerned parents should, they were really grilling me on whether it was the right option at the right time. The adoption process is expensive and just so hard emotionally! I have never done anything this emotionally draining in my whole life!!

How do you prepare for a baby (#5 no less) in only 9 days? How do you simply fork over so much money blindly hoping this woman signs over her parental rights in the adoption, knowing she could walk with the baby and you are left hurt? How do you get as emotionally involved as you need to be without crushing her in the process? How do you protect your heart in the event she does keep the baby? Was I confusing my fear of rejection and financial stress for the Spirit saying “no”? Or was this the adversary trying desperately to freak me out so I wouldn’t follow through with adding to my eternal family? Those are a lot of unanswered questions and I just could not get past it all. My hubby offered me a blessing and it did help.

So Tuesday night I really prayed hard and turned to my scriptures for some guidance. I came across several meaningful scriptures, but Mosiah 4:9 jumped right off the page for me. “Believe in God; believe that he is, and that he created all things, both in heaven and in earth; believe that he has all wisdom, and all power, both in heaven and in earth, believe that man doth not comprehend all the things which the Lord can comprehend.” It really reassured me. The thought came to my mind that I needed to simply eliminate everything but the very basics. Take it back to the things that I do know and He will take care of the rest!

As I did this, I started thinking of everything that had happened along the way for us to be in this spot at this precise moment in time. I know it wasn’t coincidence… there were simply too many random miracles that happened. I needed to remember how I felt the day we turned our papers in, beginning the formal process of this adoption. I just felt so right … we both did! We knew it was what we were supposed to be doing.

It is important to remember how random it was for an agency to contact us letting us know about their many birth mothers and not enough adoptive families. About the urgency we felt to switch over.  I needed to remember how our birth mom felt drawn to us with the adoption although she had selected another family, and how that family miraculously decided on another direction.  Those are the things I know! Whether it works out good or bad, I know we did what we felt was right in this moment with this knowledge. Now I have to believe that there are things I don’t comprehend and cannot control… and that the Lord will make up the difference. There is unbelievable comfort in that knowledge!

When my hubby and I talked later about all this, we both decided that win or lose… at the end of the day we did what we felt we were supposed to do. And that acknowledgement brought a really deep feeling of peace. I slept well for the first time in many nights.

To read more, click Our Adoption Story: Part 4

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  1. I have to confess,, I started tearing up while I was reading that poem,, it’s beautiful,, just like your story.
    I’m a big fan of birth stories,, but I think this just turned me into a ‘adoption stories fan’ it’s so beautiful and hearth warming

  2. Hi! First of all I want to say I love your youtube channel and that it feels like home whenever I click on a video 🙂
    I also want to apologise beforehand if my question is inappropriate. I don’t mean to be rude, I’m just curious: what is your religion? You say your husband offers you blessings. I’ve never heard that before. In this side of the world priests/fathers/rabies give you blessings, husbands give you children, puppies, a motorcycle during mid-life crisis xD and that sort of things…

    1. Hi Anndrhea! Do not feel the need to apologize for asking, I am happy to answer. We are members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, what some refer to as “Mormon’s”. In the church, family is the most important unit and can be together forever. All worthy men can hold the priesthood and can bless their own families and others whenever necessary. I feel so blessed that my husband holds the priesthood and can bless me and my children when they are sick, or just need some comfort. If you want to read more, feel free to visit Big hugs to you! xoxo

  3. Well, it’s a very similar poem called ‘little hands’ I can’t remember who wrote it but its very similar to yours

  4. We have that poem on our wall <3 my little brother did exactly what your girls did and hand painted his 'little hands' along the side of the poem for Mother's Day when he was 2!

  5. our comment is awaiting moderation.

    When i was reading about how you were feeling – scatterbrained and basically emotionally drained the first thing that came to mind was Hebrews Chapter 11.

    but mostly verse 11 – Through faith also Sara herself received strength to conceive seed, and was delivered of a child when she was past age, because she judged him faithful who had promised.

    (not that you guys are ‘past age’ but you had faith and the father and as he gave Sara strength to conceive he gave you strengtth to hold on and Birth Mum chose you so in a round-a-bout way you did concieve)

    the above is not ment to be offensive and I appologise if I have offended you, it just feels to me like the saying :God works in mysterious ways” – well we have to think around corners to keep a look out for his hand at work.

    P.s how on earth do you manage to get everyone up and ready and get to church on time??? (that in its self is a miricle for me)

  6. When i was reading about how you were feeling – scatterbrained and basically emotionally drained the first thing that came to mind was Hebrews Chapter 11.

    but mostly verse 11 – Through faith also Sara herself received strength to conceive seed, and was delivered of a child when she was past age, because she judged him faithful who had promised.

    (not that you guys are ‘past age’ but you had faith and the father and as he gave Sara strength to conceive he gave you strengtth to hold on and Birth Mum chose you so in a round-a-bout way you did concieve)

    the above is not ment to be offensive and I appologise if I have offended you, it just feels to me like the saying :God works in mysterious ways” – well we have to think around corners to keep a look out for his hand at work.

    P.s how on earth do you manage to get everyone up and ready and get to church on time??? (that in its self is a miricle for me)

  7. WOW ! everything I have read so far is surprising . I really admire how you have faith and is strong to overcome everything . also have to say that it was a rude comment when your friend said ” “When the baby comes out, you need to look at the lips and if they are too big… give the baby back.” . no friend should ever say something like that she should have been giving you helpful tips , i do not think you did anything harmful or take a bad action i think your are a very kind women and your daughter are as well . ill keep reading 🙂

  8. Mosiah? I don’t remember that book in the bible? No offence, but, is that in a Mormon book or something? Please, try reading the real Bible. God Bless

    1. there are different versions of the bible 3 i know of – King James Bible, The Mormon Bible and the Jahova Whitness Bible (the New World Translation of the Holy Scriptures.)

      Also some Bibles have the books of the – Apocryphal or deuterocanonical books, where others don’t.


        1. Please don’t fight over that. It’s kind of silly. The most important thing is being a good person. You can be a good person reading/following any type of religious perspective 🙂 or none.

        2. Look. she asked not to be so rude, she is being open about this and you should appreciate that! It doesn’t matter your relgion and if your acting like that you aren’t acting like a christian. Go be a jerk somewhere else.

        3. That is VERY CRUEL! Many people believe in different things and it’s impossible not to have a opinion but do you see others telling you what you believe in is stupid? Have you read the Book of Mormon? How can you be so disrespectful to a religion that you probably havent looked into? This is an amazing post and event to live through and all you can think of is your own opinion of a religion. Wow….just wow…. you astound me by your blunt and mean ways. It’s a test of INCREDIBLE Faith and love and you just tried to take that away from someone who relied on that through trials. What if Mindy or her family had read your post during a low point and it broke all of them? You may have your opinion and you may say your opinion but don’t you dare think that for one second it’s ok to tear away a beautiful testimony from someone or disrespect my beliefs and my church. I have my own opinion but you don’t see me telling others their beliefs are wrong and stupid or that they are awful people because of their religion. Mindy put herself out here so others could understand about adoption but she didn’t write this post to be criticized about her faith. I COULD point out things that I don’t agree with other churches but I don’t. And neither should you. Is that really how Jesus wanted you to act. What happened to “love one another as I have loved you”? He said to feed his sheep not to stave and kill them or make them doubt themselves.

    2. There is no REAL BIBLE, don’t be such a jerk. All of us have our own HOLY BOOKS to believe in just like the Muslims have their Quran. You can’t judge someone’s own belief just because you think that the Mormon’s Bible is stupid and not real. Besides, I don’t think you know all of the books in the Holy Bible anyway. At least these people really do read their Holy Book.

    1. Mosiah is a book in The Book of Mormon: Another testament of Jesus Christ. Check out for more info. 🙂

      And Mindy, I absolutely LOVE this story so far, and I am so grateful that you were brave enough to share your journey with us. I have three children of my own (all biological), and I can not tell you how much I can relate to your experience as a mother – not where the adoption is concerned, but just questions and doubts that I have experienced in my own life as a mother. Your story is such an amazing testament of faith, and I admire your constant dedication to putting YOUR faith in the Lord. I know as a mother in general, there are days that I could not make it through without the guidance of the Spirit, and as a mom, I am so grateful for the gospel in my life. Thank you fo sharing. This story is such a great reminder that through faith in the Lord, we can overcome any trial, and can truly receive answers to our prayers. <3

  9. I absolutely loved reading about your adoption process. You’re a great writer in the way that you were able to express your emotions through your words. I laughed and cried while reading. I cried the most at the poem you wrote about Little Hands. Having an adopted niece and nephew added to the sweetness. I was wondering if I could have your permission to use your darling poem as a wall hanging in our nursery? I will put your name as the poet at the bottom so you can have all the credit. I was absolutely touched by that poem and would love to read it often. Please let me know. Thank you! Amy (West Jordan, UT)

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