Saturday, September 3, 2011

So Many Visitors--Noah's Adoption Story Part 5

In Noah's first few days of life, he had so many visitors!

Grandpa Nielson came to the hospital to meet him.  At first, Noah seemed a little skeptical of Grandpa...


But then he warmed right up to him! :)


The night we brought Noah home from the hospital, Uncles Derek and Cole were waiting at the condo.  It was quite late by the time we got there, but they didn't care--they were just anxious to meet their first nephew.  They couldn't believe how tiny he was...and how soft his feet were. :)

Uncle Cole, Daddy Ry, Baby Noah, and Uncle Derek



Unfortunately, Ryan had to go back to work on Thursday, so he flew home to Denver.  Luckily, Grandma Nielson and Aunt Ashley came to Salt Lake to help me with the baby for a few days.

Aunt Ashley is so pretty...and so happy to be holding her first nephew!
Finally a grandma!
Bath time with Grandma
Ashley made this onesie. :)
It just so happened that many of our best friends from Buffalo were in Utah the week that Noah was born, so they brought us dinner (so nice!) and got to meet him too (so fun!).

The Majeronis and the Daytons
Unfortunately, I didn't get a photo with the Hawes family, who were also in town from Buffalo and came to see Noah.  They ended up helping me vacuum and clean the condo when I was scrambling to get on the road to Colorado--thank goodness for great friends.

My best friend from college got married in Utah that weekend, so she got to meet Noah briefly outside the Salt Lake temple, as did all of my college roommates who were in town for the wedding.  I can't believe it was such good timing for so many of our dear friends to meet Noah before we took him home to Colorado.  And that's not all!...my freshman dorm R.A. (who is still a dear friend) came to visit Noah, as did one of my best friends from my freshman hallway with her mom.  It was truly touching that so many people were so excited for us.

My extended family was all together at a family reunion in Oregon the first week of August, so they sent Noah a special message from the beach:

"We love Noah..." Look closely in the sand. :)
After the reunion was over, my dad and my sister Laura flew from Oregon to Salt Lake to spent the weekend with Noah and to help me.






My dad would always say, "He a hunchback." :)  
Dad was forced to sleep in the pretty princess pink bed the entire weekend...so funny.
Ryan decided to fly back to Salt Lake on Friday night to spend a few days with Noah.  He couldn't stay away.  It was his birthday on Saturday, and he said the only thing that he wanted was to hold his son...how could I deny him that, no matter the price of a last-minute plane ticket?



Throughout the course of the week, we were also lucky enough to spend some time with Katie and Drew.  They came to the condo twice to see Noah, and then we took Noah to see them at their homes the night before we left town.


Drew showed up wearing his "twinner" Vans.  Can't wait until Noah can wear his pair!


So many people love Noah!  And this was only the beginning...much of my family was in Colorado anxiously awaiting our arrival there...which will be the topic of my next post! :)

Friday, September 2, 2011

Placement Day--Noah's Adoption Story Part 4

Adoption terminology has changed in the past few decades.  Instead of saying that a birth mom is "giving up" her baby for adoption, it is better to say she is "placing" her baby for adoption.  Thus, "placement" is the day when the birth parents sign the legal paperwork relinquishing their parental rights and the adoptive parents take custody of the baby.

This is an exciting, nerve-wracking, heartbreaking, and emotional day for everyone involved.  I think sometimes the birth parents sign the paperwork in front of the adoptive parents; other times, they sign the paperwork in a different room.  Sometimes the birth parents sign the papers and immediately place the baby in the adoptive parents' arms, almost like a formal moment of transition; other times it's much less formal.  It all depends on what the birth parents feel comfortable with.  Different states have different laws about how soon the birth parents can sign the papers and how much time they have to change their minds after signing.

In Utah, Katie could sign as soon as 24 hours after he was born, as long as she wasn't taking any pain killers, and once she signed the papers, she could not change her mind.  She had to be totally sure of her decision when she signed the relinquishment.

Katie had been thinking about this decision for months, and she knew she wanted to proceed the day after Noah was born.  She and Drew chose to sign the paperwork on the morning of August 2nd, in their own room with just their case worker and Katie's dad present.  We were in our room with Noah, feeling excited and nervous.  After about thirty minutes, Katie's case worker came to our room.  She poked her head in the door, smiled at us, and said, "They signed the papers."

And just like that, we had a son.

I wasn't sure if I would cry in that moment.  I am generally not a big crier (hard to believe, I know, with how much I've cried about this adoption!), and I thought this moment might feel more like a legal formality than a sentimental milestone--but I should've known...tears immediately sprang into my eyes when I heard her words.  Ryan grabbed my hand, and when I turned to look at him, his eyes were full of tears as well.  The long road of infertility and adoption was over--we really and truly had a son--we couldn't believe it.

We signed our portion of the paperwork, and then the caseworker left, and we sat side-by-side and held Noah, looking down at him in awe.  Our perfect, precious little boy.

About an hour later, Katie and Drew came to our hospital room.  We hugged them and thanked them and told them that we loved them and Noah.  It is humbling to be so unable to express the depth of what you're feeling--and words seemed so inadequate.  We gave them some special gifts we had chosen for them, hoping the gifts would be a small but tangible reminder of our feelings for them.

We had asked Ryan's mom to make Katie and Noah matching quilts.  She used the same quilt pattern but different fabrics.  She asked me to pick a quote or a scripture that I wanted as an inscription in the corner of both quilts.  I chose Philippians 1:3: "I thank my God upon every remembrance of you."  For the rest of my life, I will be inexpressibly grateful for Katie and for Noah.




A gift for Drew had been harder to come up with.  We didn't think he would want a cutesy quilt, but we also wanted him to have something meaningful to "match" Noah in some way.  One day, when I was thinking about Drew and his interests, I thought about his distinctive sense of style--and it came to me!...  Drew and Noah needed matching Vans shoes!  Every time we had seen Drew, he was wearing Vans, and I knew he would definitely approve of Baby Noah having his own pair. :)



The five of us spent some time together, and then Katie and Drew took Noah back to their hospital room and spent the rest of the afternoon and evening with him.  Katie was being discharged that night, and we would leave just before her with Noah, so many of their family members came to say goodbye to the baby.  It was a sweet, emotional time for everyone.  We shared a special family prayer with both of their families, and then everyone left so Katie and Drew could have some final quiet time with Noah before we took him home.

They brought him to our hospital room about an hour later, and with tears streaming down their faces, they hugged us and placed Noah in our arms and kissed him.  Katie later told me that this, more so than the signing of the papers or any other moment to that point, was the hardest thing she'd ever done.

With our hearts full of gratitude and prayers for Katie and Drew, we bundled up Noah in his car seat and left the hospital as a family of three.



 This is what heaven feels like!

Still to come...
     Part 5--So Many Visitors!
     Part 6--The Road Trip Home

...and then I will stop, I promise! :)

Thursday, September 1, 2011

The Birth--Noah's Adoption Story Part 3

On July 31, I had just gotten home from church around 12:30 when I got this text message from Katie: "I'm at the hospital.  I think my water broke last night, but they haven’t admitted me yet, so don’t get too excited.  I will keep you posted.”

Don’t get too excited??  Impossible!

I changed out of my church clothes in a massive rush and then started running around the condo, frantically throwing stuff into the little suitcase I would be taking to the hospital.  Katie had invited us to stay at the hospital with her and the baby, in our own room on the same floor, so I packed enough stuff for several days. 

Less than five minutes later, I got this text from Katie’s mom: “They admitted her.  Call Ryan and tell him to get on a plane.”

That’s when I knew it was for real—I would be a mom in less than 24 hours!  I called Ryan, and of course, he didn’t answer.  I called again and again and again—no luck.  His phone service is really inconsistent, so I called my grandparents and asked them to drive to our apartment to tell Ryan the news.  They gladly agreed, so I jumped in the car and started driving like a mad woman toward the hospital.  I will admit that I drove recklessly, and it’s even possible that I sped quite a bit.  You have to remember, I’ve never had a baby before, and I didn’t realize just how long labor takes--I was worried that I was going to miss the big event in the thirty minutes that it took me to get to the hospital. 

As soon as I arrived, I ran to the labor and delivery wing and asked the nurse to take me to Katie’s room.  To my surprise, when she opened the door, I did not see the doctor with gloves on, ready to catch our baby—instead I saw Katie and Drew sitting calmly on her bed, surfing the internet on Drew’s Ipad.  :)


What??  No baby yet?  (Noah arrived about 13 hours later, at 1:51 a.m.  Let’s just say I could’ve driven the speed limit on the way to the hospital.)


Shopping for baby clothes--LRG Brand, Drew's favorite
Anyway, the same nurse who had shown me to Katie’s room returned less than a minute later and said to me, “Turn around.” 

“What?” I asked, confused and out-of-breath.

“Just turn around,” she said smiling.

I agreed, and as soon as I turned, I felt her snip off the price tag that was still hanging from the back of my shirt.

Awesome, Rachel!  Real classy.

Despite my unnecessary rushing, I’m glad I got to the hospital when I did because I was able to chat with Katie and Drew a bit before things started to get really intense.  They had hooked Katie up to pitocin right before I got there, so her contractions started coming hard and fast.  She was such a trooper.

Around 7:30 p.m., Ryan arrived at the hospital in the midst of a torrential rainstorm.  It poured the entire evening and night, which we think is quite interesting considering the experience of Baby Noah’s Biblical namesake. :)


He made it!
Katie had asked that Ryan be nearby, but not actually in the room when the baby was born, so he spent a lot of time waiting outside the door. 


I came out to say hi to him every once in a while.
After a few hours on the pitocin, Katie and her mom insisted that the nurses turn it off. They said that now that her body had gotten started, it would do the rest on its own. They were right. Katie's contractions continued, but they seemed more manageable. She was able to get up and walk the halls and get into the bathtub in her room, which helped alleviate the pain a little bit as the contractions got stronger. Katie was intent on doing the labor without an epidural, and it was inspiring to watch.

As the hours passed, and Katie’s labor got more and more intense, her mom was her breathing coach, and Drew pushed on her back because the counter pressure relieved some of the pain.  Drew was by her side throughout the entire labor and did anything that was asked of him--he was awesome.  And Katie was just plain amazing.  I felt like my heart was about to burst with the love that I felt for both of them, as I sat quietly in the corner of her room and watched in awe.  I silently prayed and asked God to strengthen Katie and help everything to go smoothly.  I knew this was an experience that only He and Katie would ever truly understand.

And then it was time for Katie to push.  Between contractions, the doctor asked her who should hold the baby first, and she said, “Rachel.”  That’s when my tears started, and they didn’t stop.  For her to have endured so much pain and to still have the presence of mind to selflessly insist that I be the first person to hold the baby…there really aren’t words…nor are there words to describe what it was like to watch my son come into the world.  I have never ever seen anything so amazing, sacred, and beautiful. 

Ryan was just outside the door, and he heard Noah’s first cries.  After a few moments, he came into the room and was standing by my side when I held Noah for the first time.  It was, quite simply, the happiest moment of my entire life.






I rushed to Katie’s bedside and showed her the miracle that she had just delivered—a beautiful, healthy, precious, perfect little angel.  She reached out for him and smiled, and I have never seen such joy and love in someone’s face.




In those first few minutes of Noah’s life, he was held by his mom, his birth mom, his dad, his birth dad, his birth grandparents, and his grandma.  So much love for one little baby.  I don’t think I have ever felt heaven so close.







We all stayed in the room and held Noah, hugged each other, and talked and marveled for about an hour before the nurses came to take Noah to the nursery.  
7 lbs 4 oz, 20 inches long 
Sweet Noah Nugget
I love this one.  The expressions on everyone's faces are priceless.
I got to go with Noah to the nursery and watch his first bath. So cute!






Then, I wheeled him to Katie’s room where she and Drew were resting and eating some snacks.  They held Noah again and made a fuss over his little mohawk and his perfect little face. 




By this time, it was about 4:30 a.m., and Katie was very tired, so she asked if we wanted to take Noah to our room for the night.  Of course, we were thrilled to have that chance.  When we got to our room, I was so giddy with excitement that I couldn’t sleep.  Ryan snuggled with Noah and slept a little, while I uploaded our photos and did a little blogging.  :)




At dawn, I took Noah to the window and showed him the world—his first big day.  The rain had just stopped.  It was perfect.


I have heard it’s good for babies to have skin-to-skin  contact with their parents in order to bond, so, as I started calling family and friends to tell them our happy news, I put Noah under my shirt and held him close to me.  Here I am on the phone with my family, who were all together in Oregon for a family reunion:


I’m not sure if I should include this next experience on a blog or not, but I do feel it’s important to really give the clearest picture of the adoption experience that I can, so I will share it.  As soon as I talked to my family, I was overcome with the most intense exhaustion that I have ever felt in my life.  It was physical, emotional, and mental.  As I looked down at Noah, my heart suddenly ached so deeply for Katie.  I realized the grief that she was going to endure when she let him go, and I started sobbing and couldn’t stop.  So many emotions that I had been feeling for so many months suddenly came pouring out of me.  It was the most I have cried since my mom passed away eight years ago.  I cried and cried and cried.  I felt grateful for Katie and Drew, scared that I wasn’t going to be a good mom, overjoyed to have Noah in my life, but guilty that my joy was coming as the result of others’ pain.  I kept saying to Ryan, “What’s wrong with me?  Why am I crying?”  And sweet Ryan just held my hand and rubbed my back and told me that everything was going to be okay. 

I only share this very personal moment in my life because I want others who adopt to know that they are not alone in feeling so many conflicting emotions all at once.  I truly thought I was a little bit crazy as I lay sobbing in bed on the happiest day of my life, but looking back on it now, I think that moment was inevitable.  I had just witnessed the most Christ-like act that I think can be witnessed in this life: Katie suffered immense physical and emotional pain without any reward for herself.  She did it because she loves Noah.  She did for me and Ryan  what we cannot do for ourselves. I know I keeping saying that the experience was sacred, but that is the only word I can think to describe it.  


When Katie and Drew woke up, Baby Noah joined them in Katie's room for the day.  Many of their friends and family came to meet him throughout the day and evening.  Everyone was so smitten with perfect Noah.  Ryan and I busied ourselves by going to Costco to get all of the photos printed, going to lunch with Ryan's mom Sally, and then going on our last "childless" date--we went to the hospital cafeteria for dinner.  Oh yeah.  




From start to finish, it was a beautiful day (well actually two days, but they blended together because he was born in the middle of the night).  We are so blessed that Katie and Drew invited us to be part of the labor and delivery and the following days at the hospital.  I'm very glad Noah will know the story of his birth and have photos of so many people adoring him.  He is one loved little boy.


Tomorrow's post...Placement Day!  (the day all the paperwork was signed)