by Kate S.
Our dear Cecilia is the most surprising miracle in our lives.
Less than three months after being approved as adoptive parents, our phone rang to tell us a baby girl was waiting for us. We chose the name in the 45 minute drive to the hospital, and we have acute memories of first snuggling Cecilia close and kissing her forehead. “Her skin will darken up as the days pass” the hospital nurse told us as she handed over a 2 ounce bottle of Similac. We were in the “African American/Mixed Race Adoption Program,” but the color of her skin was less shocking than her calm demeanor. Her birthmother was a smoker and a drug user and internet research had us anticipating a tiny underweight screaming child.
We have an open adoption. We see Cecilia’s birthmother, Sherri, once or twice a year and we communicate every month or so via email. Ceci is 3 ½ and she knows that she came from Sherri’s belly. For us, it’s a naturally positive experience and we will always be filled with respect for Sherri. How could we not love the woman that gave our daughter to us?
Just a few months after Ceci came to us, we had a discussion with a friend who was sad for Sherri – wondering who had made her carry her unplanned pregnancy to term. We have had the privilege of knowing countless strong women and mothers. We have been blessed with two beautiful biological babies of our own. Pregnancy and labor and placing a baby for adoption is more heroic, more loving, more life giving than ANYTHING. Difficult – YES! Unbelievable – NO! This is a truth for us, and when we take Ceci to see Sherri we will be reaffirmed.