May 13, 2008
The call.
Let’s relive the moment together.
Mike took Delaney to school with him because it was his last week of school and everyone is all hippied out on the last week of school often allowing furry animals, child animals and party snacks etc. into their classrooms. And also I was all “HOW ABOUT YOU TAKE DELANEY WITH YOU ON A DADDY DAUGHTER OUTING!?” (Read: Take your child or there is no guarantee of dinner, a clean house OR sex tonight or for the next week).
So they went. It was about 12:30 at this point.
I, being deliriously tired having been awakened to the sweet morning dew at 5 am that morning, did what any normal person would do with a couple free hours and exhaustion infiltrating the inner sanctums of the mind. I took a bunch of pictures of myself!
Every 7 or 8 months or so, I like to study my face. Like I’m a scientific researcher. See how I’m aging. See how other people see me. See what I look like when I say things like “DELANEY TAKE THAT OUT OF YOUR MOUTH AND GIVE IT BACK TO THAT STRANGER!” Because I don’t have time to study my face everyday in the mirror. That’s totally weird anyway. Everyone knows that if you really want to see your face, you take self portraits of yourself with your camera. Duh.
Don’t act like ya’ll don’t do this. Because we both know that you do. Maybe you delete them afterwards instead of posting them on the internet, but nevertheless, self-portrait-takers are everywhere, living amongst us all.
So, uh, there’s what I looked like the day I got the call of our new son.
After I finished that task, I headed upstairs to blast some music and clean the house. As I was compiling an awesome playlist of tunes from my classy and intellectual repertoire of song options, my best friend Erica called me. I don’t even remember what about, but we were talking, complaining, validating, the usual, when I heard the beep for the other line. I checked my phone and saw “WHFC calling” on the screen.
At this point, I inexplicably morphed into Mary Murphy where I couldn’t control it, everything that came out my mouth was about 4 octaves higher and 20 decibels LOUDER than I intended for it to be. From this moment on, for the rest of the story and for the rest of that day, I was inflicted with this condition.
So, I screamed something to the affect of “OHMYGAADITISOTHERLINESMEEGLESMANDERHIZZLE” and hung up on Erica.
I clicked over to the other line and said, again, with entirely too much force “HELLO?” And lo and behold it was Erin, our sweet social worker on the other end of my yodle. But I couldn’t let myself fully concentrate on what happened next because it registered in my mind at that moment that a somewhat ludicrous rap song was playing from the speakers of my computer, the kind of rap song you can only play when your child is out of the house with her father during his last hippied out week of class. And I thought to myself “This is wrong. I’m getting the call right now and my speakers are busting out some gangster grind”.
So I fidgeted with the speaker volume for a minute and then got flabbergasted and went into the actual music program and finally found the button to make it stop, I wasn’t about to let someone tell me of my new child to the tune of Cypress Hill, Insane in the Brain.
After that fiasco was diverted, I came back to the moment and literally screamed at Erin “TELL ME WHY YOU’RE CALLING!!” to which she hesitated, because I maybe sounded a bit insane? Possibly even mad at the situation. It’s just that I needed to get that out of the way, because if she was calling to say that they had a new fax number or something, well, that was information I needed RIGHT UP FRONT PLEASE.
Erin replied by saying “Jamie, this is the call!”
And then my head spun around 10 times, smoke came out my ears and my eyes exploded in their eyes sockets.
But really, I screamed and screamed and screamed, I think I even told Erin “HOLD ON A MINUTE WHILE I SCREAM” and then screamed some more. And I’m not typically a screamer. I didn’t expect this reaction. It’s like there was this creature in my guts, like in Alien, and the only way to get it out was to scream it out. And scream I did.
Then instead of letting Erin talk and you know, tell me details about our NEW CHILD, I started talking to her! Telling her a play by play account of exactly everything I was doing right then. “Okay, I’m walking in here, I’m sitting down, okay, I’m trying to find a pen, I don’t want to use a pencil! I think I found a pen, I need paper, I’m looking in the drawer for paper, I found paper, I’m setting it here, and OKAY! I’m READY!”
Seriously.
So, after that brief intermission, I think the very next word that registered with me was the word “boy”. And then I lost it again.
More screaming. Except, instead of just general screaming, this time, I was screaming “A BOY! WE HAVE A BOY! IT’S A BOY! ARE YOU SERIOUS! A BOY!”
I can only imagine Erin sitting there on the other line being like “Seriously this is taking so long, I’m craving Cheez-its. I wish I had a big handful of Cheez-its”….
I joined Erin again. I think she asked me “Are you ready again?”
Yes.
Okay. He is 2 years and 4 months old. His name is Siyum Yohannes.
And then she waited, I’m sure to allow for screaming match round 3. But just as soon as it started, the screaming tendency stopped. I had worked through the screaming phase and was moving on. Much to Erin’s dismay. Little did she know that the next phase was far scarier than the screaming phase.
She started to say something to the affect of “Katie is working on putting his documents and pictures together for you but since it’s already 3:30 here, she might not be able to send them to you until tomorro—-
“Nenenenenenenenenoooo. Say Wha? Neneneneneno. That won’t work for me. Tomorrow will not work. I need to see his face! I need his face! BRING ME HIS FACE!
And then Erin started talking to me like I can only imagine a Crisis Negotiator does when talking someone off a cliff. Or how someone talks to a 2 year old about to throw a fit. She was all “Well, she might be able to send them later tonight, it depends, she is working really hard.”
In my mind I was all WORK HARDER! TELL HER TO WORK HARDER! Maybe YOU should work harder! MAYBE EVERYONE NEEDS TO BE WORKING HARDER THEN HUH?????!!!!! But what came out my mouth was “I will give her anything. What does she want? Cookies? Brownies? Money?”
I think at this point Erin realized just exactly how crazy I really am.
So she pawned me off. She gave me Katie’s number faster than a geek on expert level Guitar Hero can play Metallica’s Nothing Else Matters.
My message on Katie’s voicemail:
“Oh hi Katie! This is Jamie and we are just so BEYOND EXCITED about our new son Siyum! YAY! I understand that you have his pictures and that there is this insane notion that we may not get them until tomorrow! I am calling to offer you anything in order to get his photos. I will give you vintage family heirlooms Katie. Name your price.”
While I was waiting for her return call, I speed-dialed Mike. No answer. He has his phone off, he’s in class. CRAP! I left a voicemail that resembled something like “WEGOTOURREFERRAL!CALLMEBACK! NOW!”
Next voicemail for Katie:
“Oh hi again Katie! Listen, I am chewing off my left hand here. Please can you call me back? I need to know what’s happening and when we’ll get to see his face! Okay thanks!”
My life was eerily quiet. I had no pictures of our son. I had no husband to scream with. I had no Delaney to squeeze. I had no one calling me back from my agency. I was paralyzed with anticipation of either getting his pictures, getting a phone call from my agency and getting a return call from Mike. And none of them were happening.
I emailed my agency yahoo group. I had to tell SOMEONE! WE HAD OUR REFERRAL! HELLO! I’m just chillin here at my house by myself with no pictures of his face!
Next voicemail for Katie:
“Katie, it’s Jamie again. WHY ARE YOU HOLDING MY SON’S PICTURES HOSTAGE?! It’s been an HOUR and a HALF!”
Everyone on my yahoo group was congratulating me, telling me how wonderful this was. It was awesome. I asked who lived closest to the WHFC office and could go be my picture avenger and retrieve his pictures for me. And they laughed. And I was all “NO REALLY.” I got some private emails telling me to hang in there, I’ll get his face soon. Enjoy the moment, etc…
At about 10 minutes till close on the east coast, I called the Manager of the Ethiopia program. Surely SHE would call me back and give me the FRICKIN status of my son’s face. But no. Nothing. I left her three voicemails, in addition to the three I had already left Katie. And then just for good measure, I sent them both two emails.
I know. Looking back, I could have done without the last 5 attempts.
At this point, it’s been 2 hours, and my agency office has been closed for 30 minutes and I’m just hanging on by a string to my sanity, HOPING someone is working late and is working late on my son’s face.
I forgot to also mention that I had been repeat auto dialing my husband this entire time. I probably logged in 85 calls only to continue getting his voicemail. “Hi! This is Mike! Thanks for calling, please leave me a message!” YA I’LL LEAVE YOU A MESSAGE, I’LL LEAVE YOU A MESSAGE UPSIDE YOUR HEAD IF YOU DON’T TURN YOUR PHONE ON AND CALL ME BACK! WE HAVE A SON YOU MORON! I KNOW YOUR CLASS HAS BEEN OVER FOR AN HOUR!”
But then. What’s this? The garage door? The lone Ranger? Returning? After all this time?
I RUN downstairs and throw open the door. Where have you been? Oh they were running some errands, stopped and got an ice cream, whatever, wrote a sonnet, weeded alongside the highway, you know, whatever…. forgot to turn phone back on. Sorry.
I said, “Oh. Okay. Well, you have a 2 year old son.”
Mike made that face that he makes when he sees Disneyland. Or the ocean. Like a 6 year old again, pure excitement. He was all “Are you serious? I have a SON?! Do we have pictures?!”
Uh about that. No. Not yet.
And then he said, “Well why not? Have you asked them to send them?” Like, “What have you been doing this whole time?”
And poor Mike had no idea. He had no idea what he was walking into. Because I. I was a madwoman at this point. I was balls to the walls crazy with anticipation still, really livid at my agency for not communicating with me, entirely too worked up and also a little thirsty. I hadn’t eaten or drank anything since the call. About 3 hours ago at this point. So, when Mike stepped into the bathroom to pee and his peeing took WELL BEYOND an average pee time, like the longest pee ever recorded in history, well, it was too much. His pee sent me over the edge.
And instead of being all glowy and sparkle-happy when I told him our son’s name and information, I was acting like a possessed woman, going back and forth on the emotional extremes like a yo-yo. Giggly and then exasperated. Elated and then vexed. Gleeful and then pissed. I even went to send another email but Mike stopped me and said “I’m saving you from yourself.”
Another hour went by. Like torture. Mike tried to motivate me to finish cleaning the house. It didn’t work. All I wanted to do was sit and stare at my inbox. I was trying to WILL the pictures to come. In the mean time, Mike checked the mail and had received some stupid chain letter weird scam crap about sending the top 6 people a dollar and then you would get EIGHT HUNDRED TWENTY SIX THOUSAND DOLLARS BACK! For some reason, Mike became fixated on this letter, this junk mail, and kicked me off the computer to research it. And this nearly sent me into convulsions. HOW DARE YOU! YOU’RE FOCUSING ON A CHAIN LETTER! WE HAVE A SON AND HIS FACE SHOULD BE IN OUR INBOX!
About 20 minutes later, I got a call from Erin saying his stuff was ready 4 HOURS after she originally called. She had sent us his face. Go check our inbox. Like I hadn’t been doing that obsessively for my whole life.
I BOLTED back to the computer and pulled up the email. And I looked upon that sweet face and smiled. He was beautiful. And sweet. And precious. And perfect. And he was our son. Mike said “He just couldn’t be any cuter could he?” and we both fought the urge to reach into the screen and pinch his cute cheeks. We fell in love and the previous four hours of anguish, the mental and emotional treadmill I had been on, it all vanished. Along with the 10.5 months of waiting. Gone. We had his face. We had a little boy. He was a part of our family and we already loved him.
We showed Delaney his pictures and she said “Can he come over right now?”
Then she drew a picture of of us flying in an airplane over the ocean water with fish to Africa where Siyum is waiting in his house. Complete with arrows and smiley faces. And I’d upload it here for you all to see because it’s just the cutest thing ever, but I’m tired of writing this post. This is the longest post I have ever done. And I’m tired. That’s it. Enough. The end.
Posted by Jamie @ 5:23 pm • adoption schmaloption
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May 13th, 2008 at 6:21 pm, Lindsey Wheeler Says:
Well, I am crying and laughing and crying some more!!! I am so excited for y’all….and yes, HE IS THE CUTEST LITTLE THING EVER!!!! He fits with y’all perfectly. He needs to come home NOW!!
May 13th, 2008 at 6:23 pm, dcrmom Says:
So so so so so SO SO SO happy for you. SQUEAL!!!
May 13th, 2008 at 6:42 pm, Julie Says:
Man, that was awesome. You are a total nut. We’re so happy for you guys!
May 13th, 2008 at 6:47 pm, Utah Jennifer Says:
Best post ever! Again with the ugly girl crying, but best post ever.
He really is adorable… and perfect… and yours! (until he is eighteen, and then I vote for Jordyn to take care of him from that point on.)
Congratulations again!
May 13th, 2008 at 6:53 pm, JMC Says:
GREAT story! I’m so happy for y’all! Congratulations!
May 13th, 2008 at 6:55 pm, Jess Says:
Oh this is so happy and beautiful and just right and someday you will read this to Siyum and he might be all like, “Mom, you are SO EMBARRASSING” but then after that he will love it because it is perfect.
Also? The names Delaney and Siyum fit really well together for siblings.
May 13th, 2008 at 6:56 pm, walternatives Says:
He truly is the cutest little man. Heartfelt congratulations!
May 13th, 2008 at 7:02 pm, Andrea Williams Says:
I swear I was just as nutty when we got the call. I was in a public place screaming and crying and I normally do not do either! I was so mad that I could not get ahold of my husband I had one of his coworkers hunt him dow like a deer (oh, and he works a giant Micron land). CONGRATS CONGRATS! Now when is the party? I will bring the booze!
May 13th, 2008 at 7:03 pm, Paige Says:
I can’t think of a better soundtrack for that call. You definitely could’ve left it as background music. Congratulations, and thanks for sharing the wackiness!
May 13th, 2008 at 7:16 pm, melissa Says:
What a great story…he’s going to love reading that in 10 years.
May 13th, 2008 at 7:41 pm, Jesi Says:
What a great story! You write with such pizazz… such flair! I love it! And, you looked gorgeous on the big day! How cool! I can’t imagine the painful wait for the pictures… I would have DIED if I was you! And… like you I was totally overtaken by the screaming mimi virus when I got our big news, isn’t it funny! I remember SCREAMING into the phone at my husband that we’d gotten our referral… ahhhh, the memories!
Enjoy cloud 9. He sounds beautiful and totally amazing. I can’t wait to see him! Keep us posted on your court and travel dates! I hope you’re on a plane before you know it going to get him!
Big hugs… it’s been an incredible adventure following your blog and wait for referral and I’m sooooo thrilled the big day finally came!
May 13th, 2008 at 7:50 pm, owlhaven Says:
too funny!
Mary
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May 13th, 2008 at 7:54 pm, haze Says:
Great account of The Call. Nice and long!
You must have been out of your mind waiting for Mike to get home or at least call you back. I can’t imagine how bizarre it must have felt to wait for a picture of YOUR SON. Hello? Matter of urgency here! LOL.
Thanks for the blow-by-blow. We all hung on every word.
May 13th, 2008 at 8:03 pm, Kim Priestap Says:
My sister-in-law has adopted eight children and is in the process of adopting number 9. I’m positive she would completely appreciate your insanity upon getting The Call.
Congratulations on your new son.
May 13th, 2008 at 8:17 pm, Jo Says:
Such an adorable little cutie and what a fantastic story! I bet your house didn’t end up getting cleaned that night, right?
May 13th, 2008 at 8:40 pm, Karen (Simply A Musing Blog) Says:
That is an AWESOME story! Congrats on the bouncing new baby 2 year old boy.
May 13th, 2008 at 8:43 pm, Nicole Says:
CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!!!!!
Awesome story, thanks for sharing it with us
May 13th, 2008 at 8:59 pm, kweenmama Says:
Congratulatations! And great story!
May 13th, 2008 at 8:59 pm, Michelle Says:
I’m here via Owlhaven…This was a great story! Congratulations on your new son!!!
May 13th, 2008 at 9:00 pm, katy Says:
It is so appropriate that you looked so beautiful on such a beautiful day!
May 13th, 2008 at 9:08 pm, jcn Says:
great story…sent over from owlhaven. congratulations and i assume you called your friend back.
awesome post.
May 13th, 2008 at 9:10 pm, Stacy Says:
Hey there, I’m a stalker from the Alexander’s site. Love your site! Just wanted to say that I am soo happy for y’all and so thrilled that a sweet little boy has such a loving family already! Hope that your wait isn’t too much longer until you can hold him!! Hang in there, I’m sure it will be worth it!!
May 13th, 2008 at 9:29 pm, Blaine @ 5McCKids Says:
Oh Jamie…I am over the moon for you! I completely understand the psychosis, and experienced similar loss of my mind when our call came. I want to just eat up Delaney right now! She completely reminds me of my Justin (then 3 1/2) saying, “I love her eyes. She is beautiful, and she IS my baby sister!” Out of the mouths of babes!
May 13th, 2008 at 9:35 pm, Kristin Says:
First off your writing is FABULOUS! Seriously, you’re an amazing read.
Second, I am convinced that only women with amazing jaw lines and the ability to do that kissy face and still look cute take random pictures of themselves. The rest of us photoshop ourselves out of them.
Third off. CONGRATS! We went through a year of adoption madness, to no avail, but it all worked out for the best.
I’m really enjoying reading your blog. I’ll be back.
Krissy
May 13th, 2008 at 9:50 pm, HabeshaChild Says:
awesome. love the retelling. and when you recover from that epic post, please show us Delaney’s drawing!!
May 13th, 2008 at 10:07 pm, Rebecca W Says:
The taking pictures of yourself was cracking me up. I’ll admit, I am a study-er of my face…but only in the mirror. Especially after watching America’s Next Top Model. I’m always trying to figure out how to work my angles.
Love the whole story! It really is crazy all the emotions and craziness you feel during and after ‘the call’. So excited that you guys have a boy!
May 13th, 2008 at 11:00 pm, Anna Says:
I can see why you want to study journalism!
I think adoption is so challenging becaue it is a series of waiting. Waiting that we have no control over. And yet the shear relief it must be to know it all means something. That this little boy, this little soul is suddenly a part of your life.
It just seems so unreal to be so close and to watch you guys as we all go along in this process. I remeber my first call to WHFC was in September of 2006. When was yours? My inquiry call- and I remember the e mails about my siisters daughter having the name Delaney as well, it seems so long ago. I am so happy for you, truly. Thanks for sharing this fantastic expreience.
The fun has just started….
May 13th, 2008 at 11:04 pm, leslie Says:
loved reading this - feeling giddy and hopeful for our own call (come on with it already i say!) after reading of yours.
have you shared a photo of your littl guy yet? i would love to see his beautiful face.
Congrats again.
Leslie
llightfoot@frontierwireless.ca
May 13th, 2008 at 11:29 pm, Chandra Says:
Great story! I wish I had such a detailed story to share with Biruk. You are a great writer Jamie! Congrats over and over again! I’m so excited for you.
May 14th, 2008 at 12:30 am, Judy Says:
Yeah, I was a madwoman when I got our referral at the library and my stupid computer wouldn’t bring up his picture and I sat at my desk repeating, “my baby, my baby, my baby,” over and over again like some idiot savant and then went to the other side of the library through the public section to my friend/co-worker’s office because she got it up on her computer and I went through where all the patrons could see me and I was blubbering like an idiot.
So I feel ya.
I love this post.
May 14th, 2008 at 2:07 am, edj Says:
Ok I don’t know you and I have never adopted a child but I have to say, after reading this post, that I love you. In a non creepy way. That was so funny! Congratulations on your new son.
I do feel a teensy bit sorry for your social worker though
(here from Owlhaven)
May 14th, 2008 at 2:33 am, SUE Says:
YAY. What a wonderful, amazing thing (and what wonderful, amazing writing). YAY!
May 14th, 2008 at 7:08 am, Jeanne A Says:
Having adopted 5 times —– getting that call. There’s nothing like it.
CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!!!
May 14th, 2008 at 8:48 am, Justin D. Says:
That was an amazing story. It had me literally laughing so hard I was crying. Congratulations to your family, what a blessing.
The Darlings
“A Darling Life”
solas4me.blogspot.com
May 14th, 2008 at 10:34 am, baggage Says:
New to your blog..what a great story! Congratulations on your son!!!!!!
May 14th, 2008 at 10:43 am, Bahama Shores Mama Says:
Congrats!~
May 14th, 2008 at 11:11 am, Jenna Says:
I came to this post from Owlhaven… what a great story! Congratulations to you and your family… I hope the next part of the process goes smoothly and quickly for you!
May 14th, 2008 at 11:22 am, Erica B. Says:
So….as the person HUNG UP on that fine day I have to tell you all that this post is 100% accurate! I was literally scared for her life when she hung up on me. If I hadn’t been on my way to an appointment then I would have flipped a B and sped over to her house to fight off the monsters I was sure had just attacked her face. So I used the oh so handy TEXT message to get the news.
Later in the day, after the “peeing” incident, Mike actually called me to tell me to PLEASE call his Wife - right. this. minute. because she is loosing her mind!!! It was true- mind lost. Usually I can back her off the ledge, but not that day, and I let my usually emotionless BFF go crazy to feel the wonderful and insane feelings she deserved to feel after 10.5 months.
I just wanted to validate the craziness of this post. I experienced it…as frightened as I was…..it was wonderful.
Love you guys!!!
May 14th, 2008 at 11:28 am, Tanya Says:
That is a great re-telling of the story! Had me in tears, in fact still have them! Congratulations!
May 14th, 2008 at 12:56 pm, Julie Says:
HEELarEous! Moving! I laughed, I cried, it was better than CATS.
My favorite part…
“Can he come over right now?” SO sweet!
Congrats again on your boy.
May 14th, 2008 at 2:01 pm, April Says:
Well that was definately worth the wait!
Just so you know, you did better than I did. When I got the call for our daughter, I was buck-naked in our son’s wading pool. That’s just not the kind of call you can take naked. Clothes really ought to be on.
Congratulations!!! He is gorgeous.
May 14th, 2008 at 4:49 pm, Smiley Always Says:
Best story ever. Congratulations. I know it will be worth the wait.
May 14th, 2008 at 5:09 pm, Tam Says:
I can’t believe I missed the referral post! I was checking obsessively last week for it.
Anyway.
Congrats!!! I knew it would be a boy! I’m so happy for you that I was laughing and crying reading this story. I guess that may sound a little strange…
May 14th, 2008 at 6:31 pm, Suzanne Says:
Great story! And fabulous self-portraits!!! I do that, AND I stare in the mirror a lot. Not because I think I’m all that attractive. I’m just continually amazed by how asymmetrical my face is, and yet it still looks fairly normal…
Congratulations on finding your son!
-Suzanne
May 14th, 2008 at 6:44 pm, Lorraine Says:
Congratulations!!!!
This was your best post! I do not have words to say- I am so happy for you and your family!!!
L
May 14th, 2008 at 6:50 pm, Kazzles Says:
Hi,
I just heard about your blog and your story is soooooooo funny and very cool. I hope everything happens quickly for you from now on. And that you don’t scare too many more people in the process. I know I’d be exactly the same!
May 14th, 2008 at 7:15 pm, Lori Says:
Jamie~ what a wonderful story and fantastic beginning to the next phase of this journey! I can’t even pick out the best part because there are so so many! I too am guilty of the photo thing - but sadly I take the pics when I thing I look darn good and see the pics and delete them all saying; “is this what I really look like”? A big huge congratulations to the four of you!! I can’t wait to continue on the rest of your adventure with you! Lori
May 14th, 2008 at 9:38 pm, emy Says:
Congratulations, and thanks for the most stinkin’ hilarious blog ever. I love reading it, I always laugh out loud. Where are the pictures of Siyum?? Are they on here??
BTW… I am one of those crazy people that takes pictures of themselves too. I think I took about 40 or so last week, HA!! Thanks for sharing.
May 14th, 2008 at 11:47 pm, Half-Past Kissin' Time Says:
Are you SERIOUS!? After all that, you’re going to put us through the same thing?! JK, I can wait. (But it better be just until tomorrow!)
So happy for you; congratulations
May 15th, 2008 at 12:03 am, Soliloquy Says:
(screaming) (SCREAMING) SO EXCITED FOR YOU!!!! PRAISE GOD!!! More - more - tell us MORE!!!
May 15th, 2008 at 10:51 am, Tim Says:
This is awesome — good for you and your family! My wife pointed me here b/c she used to be an adoption case worker. Referral day was always their favorite day of the month — but they usually held off on making The Call until they were ready to e-mail the pics. Which (a) would have saved you some grief, but (b) would have denied the rest of us this hilarious post.
Every blessing on you and yours!
May 15th, 2008 at 2:56 pm, Mrs. Baker Says:
Lady,
A toddler…whooohoo…it is amazing….oooh we should chat!!!!
PS: Give me your email so I can add you to the blog again. (J2BearBaker@gmail.com)
Mrs B
May 15th, 2008 at 3:26 pm, Michelle Says:
YOU are hysterical!! LOVE YOU!!
CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR NEW SON!! You must be over the moon!!!!
Michelle
Mommy to Jake and Sara (both from Colombia)
and waiting for baby girl from Taiwan.
May 15th, 2008 at 5:22 pm, Rebecca Says:
I loved reading your story about THE CALL! I was told that it might take an hour or two for the picture of our little one. I was glued to the computer until it came about 45 minutes later. I’m so happy for you and your adorable little boy. He is precious! I can’t wait to see more pics. Congrats!!
Rebecca
May 15th, 2008 at 5:23 pm, Beverly Says:
CoNgRaTuLaTiOnS!
Loved reading your story!
May 15th, 2008 at 6:10 pm, sari Says:
OH MY GOSH!!!!!!!
I’m SO HAPPY for you and your family, you Madwoman!!!!!!
I’m totally sick and you had me laughing so hard I’m coughing up my spleen. If I go to the hospital, you and your inbox are getting the bill!!!
PS How could you NOT be screaming the whole time? I would be!! And hate hate hate the pee that never ends. What is with men and that? Every night I go to get in bed but have to go to the bathroom first and it’s like I have to go all the way to the other side of the house because of the pee that never ends, which is not fair, I should be able to pee in my own bathroom for the love of Pete.
May 15th, 2008 at 8:37 pm, Erin O' Says:
First, you looked much prettier than I did on our referral day! Second, I too was alone with no one to scream with — Al was in NYC. Mercury was retrograde and his phone wasn’t even accepting messages — I called everyone I knew and no one was home. Our whfc made us come to the office to view pics of the boys, and we had to wait the ENTIRE WEEKEND.
So I get the screaming, the mood swings and the impatience with peeing, I really do.
Yay!!!!!!!
May 16th, 2008 at 12:12 am, cathy Says:
I LOVE this. Can you bottle all that emotion and sell it? When I got ‘the call’ I promptly forgot my hubby’s cell number and had to call my MOM to get it. I was at my kids’ school at the time and could not find a phone number to save my life. I always felt there was no way to express to people how I felt at the moment, but you did a bang up job. And great news about having a boy. They rock.
May 16th, 2008 at 10:27 am, Maggie Says:
This is the most hilarious recount of “the call” that I have ever heard… you are too funny! Thanks for sharing your happiness and drama. I hope that you and your growing family a speedy journey to meet your new little fellow. He is going to love reading about how you became a family… how wonderful that you have self portraits to add to his future documentary… Siyum is going to love his mom!
May 16th, 2008 at 4:29 pm, Waiting for Zufan! Says:
Such a great description! No, I haven’t done the self-portrait thing — at least not with all that personality shining through! –, but I think I will. OK, I’ve done some self-video clips… Maybe that counts.
Hope you travel soon! Zufan is also from Chuko. That was the highlight of our trip. Is your little girl going along, too?
May 16th, 2008 at 7:51 pm, Courtney Says:
Your news is amazing and beautiful! Congrats!!! I am SO happy for you and yours!!!
May 19th, 2008 at 12:14 pm, Amy Bottomly Says:
Loved the story…
Love your writing and descriptions..
CONGRATULATIONS!! A Sweet sweet little boy!
May 19th, 2008 at 3:10 pm, julee feser Says:
Wonderful “The Call” story! He will love it when he is grown (maybe he will wind up adopting someday himself, it is my secret wish for my own kids!) We have 14 adopted children and one of my “The Call” stories even come close to yours.
Blessings, Julee
mommy to many including 8 from Ethiopia (2 from China, 2 from South Africa, 1 from Vietnam, 1 domestci, 7 bios)
May 21st, 2008 at 12:08 am, Melissa Says:
You are the best! This is the best! I love your family and would have paid one trillion dollars to see all of this unfold in person. One trillion, billion, gazillion.
Congratulations!!!!!
May 27th, 2008 at 12:09 am, Megan Says:
Oh My that is the funniest story I have ever heard!!! I would probley be just as crazy… Congrats!!!
May 28th, 2008 at 10:47 am, Missy Says:
Your stories are so flippin’ funny! Thanks for sharing!
And CONGRATULATIONS!!!
Missy
May 28th, 2008 at 8:55 pm, kris Says:
Holy shit where have I been? This might be the best damn referral post ever written of all time.
Congrats on your little boy.
And if I had a face like yours, I’d be photographing myself daily
May 31st, 2008 at 11:05 pm, jenn Says:
i’m crying and smiling. *the best* “the call” story ever! it’s awesome to see someone you began the journey with (though i usually lurk your blog) be nearing the glorious end with a child waiting! congratulations! all the best!
(we are nearing month 7 of our wait for an infant girl.)