I answered the phone wondering what else my CM could have to say after our long conversation earlier. She was very cheerful and said how happy she was that we had talked earlier today and reviewed our parameters, etc. I started walking toward the tiny bathroom off our hallway to shut myself in there since there will still 6 littles running around making noise. :-) She said she had two little brothers to talk to me about. I felt my mouth fall open and things just kind of went quiet in my head. She started telling me all about them. As she was telling me, I kind of had this thought, like, why is she telling me this when this really doesn't have anything to do with me? We can't get a referral yet, so what is she talking about? I listened without saying a word for what seemed like a long time. She asked if I had something to write on - and since the only thing nearby was toilet paper - I told her to hang on a minute.
I opened the door, and whispered to Tom, "It's our CM and she is talking to me about two little boys." My hands were shaking, my body was shaking. I still was quite sure that she was not talking to me about these boys because they were a referral for us, so I wondered what the reason was. Tom said, "That's not possible." (Hmm, kind of reminds me of his response when my water broke with our firstborn in the middle of the night, and he told me that, no, I was not in labor, and rolled over to go back to sleep. Ah, denial.)
As I headed up the stairs, I said to our CM, "You know we don't have our FDL, right?" I figured that would clear things up since I definitely knew we could not get a referral without our FDL. She told me that since we were the only family on the list who met the parameters of two boys with these ages, they were doing what they call a pre-referral. OK. I'm starting to think that maybe she's talking to me about these boys because she is giving us a referral. Maybe.
Tom meanwhile puts the older kids in charge of the younger kids and comes up to our room and shuts the door. I'm trying to write down the information our CM is giving me. My hands are still shaking. As she tells me their ages, I'm not surprised at all. All along, from back in Oct. of 2006, I was looking at pictures of 4 year old boys. I've always felt it was going to be a 4 year old boy and a toddler boy. As she was telling me, I felt like, "Uh, huh, I know that already." Even their names have special meaning to us and are the first and middle name of a special nephew whom lived with us for awhile recently. Everything is good, except there is a medical concern. She tells me she is going to e-mail me medical information and then we should call right back to keep talking. She asked if I wanted her to send pics, too, or wait until after we had reviewed the medical information.
Are you kidding me!!?? We opted for the pictures! Tom and I looked at the pictures ourselves. Part of me was afraid to show the kids in case something didn't work out, so we looked first.
Our friend arrived to pick up her kids and I whispered to her that something big was happening. After they left, my oldest came upstairs. I can never hide anything from her. She took one look at my face and said, "What's happening, Mom?" We called the other two in our room and told them that we are going to look at some pictures of who could possibly be their future brothers. I knew then that we could not keep it from them while we worked through the medical issues. We needed to be in on this as a family. (I wish so much that someone could have been here to take pictures of us seeing their pictures for the first time like so many of you do, but there was no way I was waiting for someone to come over. I HAD to see those pictures!)
The kids fell in love immediately. Even my youngest, who had her heart set on getting a little sister, tugged on my arm, and whispered, "Mom, it's okay! It doesn't matter that there's no girl." with a big smile.
My husband gathered us all up in a circle and we prayed. It was a time I will never forget.
Then we called grandparents and told them the news. It was so fun and exciting to surprise them so much! Honestly, I was still questioning whether this was really happening. My face was burning, the shaking had only gotten worse.
It was extremely emotional for all of us the rest of that evening. We finally got the kids to bed and my husband got to bed, too, eventually. After everyone was settled in, I stole off for my long-awaited time alone with the Lord to pour it all out. I was up most of the night, praying, crying, praising, rejoicing. There was so much to think over, so much to bring to the Lord, so many emotions. We now had faces and names, a family history, a birthmom's name. So much.
We still had a few more days after this in which we talked to our international pediatrician. I'll save that story for another post, but God brought us to just the right doctor. My kids all felt strongly that no matter what the situation, these boys were family. My 9 year old son said, "Mom, I feel like our family is in Ethiopia. Can't we just move there to take care of them until we're allowed to bring them home?'' Hmm, sounds good to me! He is also the one who told me that God can get us our FDL anytime He wants and I should have more faith. He said that God is just giving us this time of waiting for the FDL as a test of our faith. I know why Jesus preferred the faith of the little children! :-)
We worked through our questions - and then on Thursday night, Tom and were alone in the car and we said, "It doesn't matter what happens, we know these boys are ours. It doesn't matter what other information we may get. We're moving forward." We rejoiced together. We prayed there in the car committing everything and everyone involved to the Lord.
Since that day, we have seen one amazing thing after another happen. God has been so faithful. So good. We cannot wait to get our boys home and in our arms. God is moving mountains every day it seems and we believe He will watch over them and bring them to us at just the right time.
"How great are your works, O Lord,
Your purposes are very deep." Psalm 92:5