Because I had gone through menopause at 20, like my mother did when she had me at 24, I knew I couldn't get pregnant, but 10 years after we got Married, we managed to adopt a 14 hour old baby boy. When the adoption agency called to ask if we would be interested in a newborn, we said Yes, but when is the birth Mother due, and they said
Two Weeks Ago.
So then we had our son and it was instant love, and every moment revolved round how lucky and happy we were. And six months flew past, and we were to finalize the adoption in front of a judge but first we needed a physical for the baby to prove that he was thriving in our care. The Dr. asked how I was doing and I mentioned that I was afraid I might have breast cancer because they HURT!!!
"No," he reassured me, "breast cancer usually doesn't hurt. Go pee in a cup."
Then "Think Positive" and 18 days after my son's birthday, his baby brother was born. Look at this picture. I love it because it clearly shows, what we tend to miss. It shows how fast a baby changes between birth and 1 year old.
The day I went to the Dr. (17 days after my oldest turned 1) complaining of back pain, and figuring with 6 weeks to go I might be needing bed rest, the oldest son also had a fever and was demanding being held even more. instead of bed rest, I ended up in an ambulance to a hospital 127 miles away and my 1 year old was at the daycare Grandmas home. I was sick with HELLP syndrome but din't realize how deadly it could be, Even when I was waking up from the emergency C-section all I could think of was my feverish, 1 year old 127 miles away from me and his Daddy. I came out of the general anesthesia sobbing, "I want my Baby!"
Not surprising in a woman who has a newborn in the NICU but when the Dr. and nurses tried to reassure me, "Your baby is doing great. He's on oxygen and in an incubator and in the nursery."
I just screamed, with tears pouring down, "Not That Baby You Idiots! I want MY baby!"
the next day my husband drove the 250 miles round trip to bring back the toddler and I still hadn't been allowed to leave my recovery room to see my newborn. When the 1 year old and my husband came in, the boy took one look at his Mom, and had totally been missing me too. He sobbed "Mommy" and flew across the floor, climbed up the bed, threw his arms around my neck, kissed my cheek
and then, the only time in his life
delivered a punishment for having abandoned him.
He turned his head and bit my shoulder hard enough I still have the scar - then hugged me like he'd never let go
There was however never sibling rivalry, he was a proud, loving helpful big brother from the first moment they met.
What a sweet picture and a heart warming story to go with it. It sounds you had been through a lot back then. The only thing that confuses me is that you said you went through Menopause at 20 but then you say you had a baby when you adopted one was a year old. Maybe I'm misunderstanding something.
@mittens No, my family is strange. Mom had a miscarriage and then had me 8 months later and then stopped having her periods and the Dr. said it was an early menopause - she was 24. At 36 she was treated for an ulcer and it developed a heartbeat and they realized she was pregnant. After my brother was born her cycles were normal
My turn, I had no period from age 20 1/2 and tried several medications to induce one but it didn't work, so I gave up on getting pregnant and started the adoption process - but at 30 suddenly I was pregnant and for 22 years now I've been regular as clockwork.
Lovely photo and what a special story. I'm happy to say our older children were simply delighted with their new brother /sisters and still keep in touch and give support when needed, from around the world.
Isn't technology wonderful.
My turn, I had no period from age 20 1/2 and tried several medications to induce one but it didn't work, so I gave up on getting pregnant and started the adoption process - but at 30 suddenly I was pregnant and for 22 years now I've been regular as clockwork.
Yeah, TMI I know. Sorry
Isn't technology wonderful.