The morning of June 30th, I "woke up" around 6 a.m. I didn't really sleep that night so I'm not sure I really had to wake up, but either way, I got out of bed around 6 a.m. Matt had an early flight that morning so that he could land in Pensacola at 11 a.m. Shortly after getting up, letting the dogs out and taking a shower, our neighbor texted and asked how I was feeling, if I needed anything, suggestions of the essentials to buy on my shopping trip later that day. Her and her husband were in the same situation as Matt and I about 3 years prior. They found out about their son the day before he got them so she knew exactly what we'd need and what could wait. The plan was for Matt to land, meet me at the Target in Pensacola and we'd do our baby shopping together and enjoy our last day as a family of two. Ha, ha...
At around 9 a.m. that morning I received a phone call from our social worker informing me that Baby Boy was safely delivered the night before at 9:29 p.m. He weighed 6 lbs, 15 oz., 18.5 inches long and was very healthy. Both Mom and Baby Boy were doing well that morning. She told me that there was a change in plans if Matt and I were willing. Nancy, our social worker, was still unable to come to the hospital until the following day, but the hospital social worker, Sandy, was going to set a room up for us so that we could go to the hospital later that day, meet Baby Boy, and stay with him in our room until he was discharged from the hospital. Holy cow, yes! Yes, we would love to see him later that day and yes, we would love to be able to room with him until discharge. Matt had a very big surprise when he got off the phone. I sent him a text to tell him to come home instead of meeting and Target and if he called I would explain. He was completely on board, but in all honesty, I think he became nervous-excited. It was happening so quickly!
In the meantime, I spoke with the hospital social worker and got everything set up for our stay at the hospital. I also met our social worker from our previous adoption agency to get our portfolio from her so that our new social worker could give it to the birth mom so that she'd have it if she chose to look at it. I packed our overnight bags for our hospital stay, dropped off our dogs for boarding and waited for Matt to get home to head to the hospital.
When Matt got home, our eyes were as big as our heads! We couldn't believe what was happening because we had waited so long and yet - everything was happening so fast! We left the house, grabbed drive-thru lunch and drove to Target. We picked up the essentials - diapers, wipes, a car seat, a few onesies and sleepers and an outfit to bring home Baby Boy. I refer to him as Baby Boy because at this point in the process Matt and I had a name picked out, but we weren't telling anyone. There was a couple reasons for this: 1) It was the one thing Matt and I in the whole process - we didn't get to do a pregnancy announcement, we didn't have a gender reveal. The name was the one big thing we got to share in all of this. 2) Birth mom still had the opportunity to back out. We didn't want to tell everyone the name, start referring to his as this person only to have birth mom change her mind. We wanted to be sure that he was ours before naming him.
After we left Target, we drove to the pregnancy resource center that I volunteer at. The director there said she'd install our car seat for us so that we knew it was put in correctly. They were also so sweet and put together the nicest diaper bag (one less thing I had to get!) and we just love that diaper bag. The drive to the hospital was about an hour to an hour and a half drive. It was so bizarre to think we were driving to go see our son - we tried to act normal, but the entire drive we talked about what he looked like, what we were going to do, what we needed to get later that week, etc. It was the longest and fastest car ride I've ever taken. But once we got to the hospital, we got to see Baby Boy right way...
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