Cloud 9

After the birth of our son we have been on cloud 9. I know changing diapers and spit up is not a vision of heaven but for us it has been. After 10 years of waiting to see what Heavenly Father has in store for us we get to experience this heaven. The journey that brought us to this point has not been easy. There have been moments it has broken down my very soul. But I know this is where I'm supposed to be.

I have tried writing this entry so many times. I can't even begin to put into words what the last 8 weeks have been like. Leading up to this beautiful little boys birth, to the smiles and little moments I get holding this sweet angel.

I had been talking with Oliva all day on January 7th. We talked about how she was feeling, when she was finally going to go in. We texted back and forth until she could not text anymore. Durring this time I waited until Mike got home from his last day at his job. (he was starting a new one 2 weeks later) I sat and talked with Mike's brother and his family, who were coming up for a visit and a class. Great timing in my opinion.
It was at 5 am January 8th that we packed and made our way to the hospital. My sister in law pushed us out the door.
The drive to the hospital was quiet. Mike and I just smiled like kids, we could believe this was  happening.

We arrived at the hospital and just waited. It was through those next couple hours we talked with Olivia, her parents and boyfriend. We shared some of the most amazing experiences. Those moments I will cherish and love forever. The love that filled those rooms was unmistakable.
It was Oliva's dad who came to tell us, "he's here" we cried and trembled. It was then we entered the room. And we were introduced to this precious gift. We got to hold him, this little person we had been waiting so long for.

That night we stayed in the hospital just 2 doors down from Olivia and her family. She wanted me to have the other wristband and for us to be with him. Late that night Olivia, her family, and ours (the ones in town) filled that hospital room with love. We took turns holding this angel boy. Talking laughing and sharing. To me that was the moment I couldn't love open adoption more. This room filled with love for this boy. That is the way it should be.
I could share so much more of these first 24 hours. But they're some of the most special things that took place that are so sacred.

I want to end this post sharing the love that I feel for the Woman that made me a mother. I know it's not mother's day. But God sent me an angel. And in her strength and her pure heart, she gave me the greatest blessing, that I can never repay. Because of her, I will strive to be the best mother for this little boy, because of her he will know everyday that he came from the purest love.