Adoption Success Stories
Sutton’s Story
We always knew we wanted to adopt. Our sweet Miller came to us after a long and broken road of infertility, foster care, and then finally private adoption.We thought we were done
expanding our family when he finally came home. We enjoyed our first year as a family of 4-it was perfect with our 2 amazing sons. But, there was a void that neither of us could quite pinpoint. Then, around Christmas, Maddox, our oldest child came to us and said, “I now have the perfect brother and so now I want a perfect sister to finish our family.” My husband and I looked at each other and both of us knew at that time, we had to find her-our daughter-in order to complete our family.
Sadly, once we got to the hospital, things started changing quickly. Our hope and excitement quickly turned to disappointment and grief. Due to circumstances beyond our control, we were in a quiet lobby mourning a baby we didn’t even know we loved 24 hours earlier. This heartbreak was a reality check for me, and I wondered how many times I’d have to feel this heartbreak before our baby was in our arms. I wondered if it would be worth it, and then felt guilty for even thinking that. It was a rollercoaster. This event had me questioning everything: family, morals, love, our future of adoption. Everything.
So we started over.
I remember re-filling out the mountain of paperwork on a cold night in February and cursing myself, telling myself I couldn’t believe I was dumb enough to try this crazy journey again. We redid the home study. We contacted the lawyer who found us our baby boy and signed up again to be on her list of potential adoptive families. I recall how surprised she was that I was contacting her again with Miller not quite being a year-old. I told her that I knew that this process took time and that if we were able to bring our sweet baby girl home by the time he turned 2, I would consider it a miracle and an insurmountable blessing. She wasn’t too optimistic, as she rattled about the statistics of being re-matched so soon after a successful adoption. But, we had faith, and that was truly all we needed at the time.
Months came and went with no successful matches, despite a handful of birthmother situations we applied for. Then, all of the sudden, a beacon of hope came in May of 2022. We matched. Finally. Baby girl to be born in July. While the excitement of this match was unbelievable, the truth was, I didn’t feel so confident. Something felt off from the beginning. Even after hours on the phone with our lawyer and her counsellor, something was just not right.
After months ridden with anxiety, we ultimately experienced a failed match in August 2022. Again, the money was just gone. We were stuck in between the desire to continue and the financial reality that another match may drive us into financial ruin. We decided to just be still and let the good Lord show us the way. And, sure enough, He found us and showed us.
We were on our way to a Labor Day getaway, when we were contacted by a previous adoption lawyer-turned-friend that fateful Friday night. She started by saying how she knows that we just went through a tremendous loss and didn’t know if we would even be willing to match again, but that she thought she found us a potential birth mother. She told us the story over a period of about 15 minutes. She ended by saying, “Take the night and get back to me.” My husband and I looked at each other and said, “We don’t need the night. The answer is yes.” Over the next four months, we would learn more about the couple that would bless us with our daughter.
Despite the unquestionable yes, finances were tight. We took out a second mortgage, solicited help from our parents, and ultimately were awarded a grant thanks to the generosity of an adoption non-profit, but we made it work. And when we met our sweet Sutton Marie on December 21st, the day after she was born, there was a peace that took hold of us like nothing we had ever experienced. Holding our sweet newborn with dark beaming eyes and a head full of dark hair took my breath away. There, in our 9lb 13 oz newborn daughter was our finale and our happily ever after.
Miller’s Story
For as long as I could remember, I wanted to be a mom. It seemed that no matter how many dreams I had, aspirations I held, this was the one that mattered the most.
I wanted a house full of noise and love and laughter. I wanted my kids to grow together, to be each other’s best friends and confidents throughout life.
We were blessed
. . . with our firstborn a little over a year after we married. While pregnancy didn’t come or go smoothly, our son quickly became the light of our lives. There was nothing quite like parenthood-it was everything they said it would be-an impossible type of love that you just can’t get enough of. As Maddox grew, the desire to grow our family also grew. It was around his second birthday we started this journey. As the months passed, our fire dwindled and it became evident there was a problem. Unexplained secondary infertility-that’s all we were given.
At that point, we sat down and examined our options, which we narrowed to 3-pursue infertility treatment, become foster parents and hope that someone would eventually stay forever, or pursue private adoption. We chose the first two-after all, I was finishing residency training with very little financial reserve and the quoted $40k for an adoption seemed impossible at the time.
But, like most thought out plans, we found ourselves two years in with nothing but broken hearts after caring for and losing 4 amazing children in the foster system and an empty womb that had continued to cost us financially, emotionally, and physically.
After we said our most difficult goodbye to our last foster son, we knew we needed to redirect our course. I remember the day I reached out to our first adoption agency. I cold called on a random weekday morning and found myself an hour into a phone call feeling overwhelmed and a little terrified. But, taking a deep breath, I reminded myself of my father’s favorite mantra- “How do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time.” We could do this, as so many had done before. And we were going to bring our baby home someday soon-I just knew it.
We were home study approved within a month and shelled out another several thousand dollars to join our agency’s waitlist. We waited, and waited, and waited. We waited for 5 months with no calls, no inquiries, nothing-just silence. Every passing day heightened my anxiety and the pessimism inside grew.
I remember going into my empty nursery, rocking in the chair, and crying. I was angry, sad, and felt helpless and hopeless. How could it be such an impossibility for us to have another child? It was during one of these sessions, I had had it. If my agency couldn’t match me, certainly I could figure something else out.
I became more proactive, seeking out Facebook pages, support groups, and cold called more agencies. It was at this point we hired a consultant, and then a month later, hired two adoption lawyers recommended to us by a friend. I was determined to cast the net wider. But, in doing so, our expenses rose. Every waitlist, attorney, consultant was another several thousand dollars, but we knew, in the end, it would be worth it. We applied for at least 40 situations during that time, just hoping that someone would think we were the perfect family for their sweet baby.
Money was flying away.
We had our first bite in January 2021. We were elated-a baby of unknown gender to be born in May! But sometimes when things seem too good to be true, they often are. We found out a week later that the birth mother wasn’t even 12 weeks pregnant and was demanding additional funds. As we wanted to have a relationship with our birth family, we were taken aback by this obvious deceit. We soon realized this was not an ideal situation for us, and backed out of the match, as difficult as it was.
More weeks came and went. But then, another bite came in February! Baby boy to be born in June! We were ecstatic as we had the opportunity to meet with our birth mother over Facetime and fell in love with her. We felt a huge weight lift-we were finally going to bring our baby boy home. I immediately started redecorating the nursery and filling the closet with clothes and newborn necessities. We would correspond with our birthmother fairly frequently and we were feeling so good about the trajectory in front of us. We had his name picked out and travel plans were being made. FMLA paperwork for my job had been filed and approved. I had downloaded a pregnancy app so we could track the baby’s prenatal growth and development. Go bags were packed, the car seat and stroller in flight bags so we could make a quick departure just in case he came early. For the first time since Maddox had turned two, I could breathe easily. It was almost going to be over.
And then, the world shifted. I was at work on a Wednesday morning in late April. We were at 34 weeks-the baby was officially viable and healthy. He could come at any point, and he would likely need only minimal support other than his likely withdrawal. I was in the middle of rounds when I received a message from our lawyer that she needed to speak with us immediately. My heart sank-I knew for some reason this was not going to be good news. I immediately thought that our birthmother had backed out-for what else could it be?
It was worse, so much worse. As my lawyer said “the baby has died,” my brain turned to fog and I started weeping. Why? Why was this happening? It was finally going to be our turn. He was supposed to come home with us. He was supposed to be the answer to all of our prayers. He was the light at the end of this very dark tunnel. He was supposed to be Maddox’s baby brother. I was supposed to hold him close and keep him safe. I was supposed to watch him grow and kiss his boo boos. I was supposed to cheer him on during soccer games and get him ready for his first high school dance. I was supposed to watch him graduate and send him to college. I was supposed to watch him marry his best friend and hold his babies.
Placental abruption-there was truly nothing anyone could have done. By the time our birthmother started bleeding, he was already gone. He was born sleeping, in the arms of Jesus. Our lawyer assured us this was the first time in her many years of doing adoptions that something like this had happened.
For a while, we were numb. We had lost a significant amount of money and time. And all we had left was a broken heart and an empty nursery. I unpacked the bags through tear-soaked eyes. I undid my FMLA request and we tried to move on. We were asked if we wanted his remains, which felt strange. He was states away and it felt wrong to take him away from his birthmother, so we opted not to. We tried to reach out to her, but she understandably didn’t want to talk with us. I still have the letter we wrote her-my tribute to the baby that brought us so much light for so many months.
The next couple of weeks were a blur. We applied for a couple of situations, but I honestly couldn’t tell you much beyond that. Our hearts were trying to mend but we were also trying to make up for lost time.
Then, out of seemingly nowhere, we matched again. We received word of the match on May 6th for a baby boy to be born May 25th. On May 10th, we received word that our baby boy had been born in Arizona! We spent the next few days scrambling to get childcare arranged, work schedules adjusted, and then flew to Phoenix two days later. On May 13th, we met our son, Miller, in the NICU. He was just about as perfect as you can imagine-a tiny little one who stole our hearts the minute we walked in. His birth parents signed consents later that afternoon and officially, he was going to be ours. It was a rough NICU stay, as Miller battled neonatal abstinence syndrome for 13 days, but ultimately, his grit and determination persisted and he graduated the NICU with flying colors.
We had the privilege of meeting both of Miller’s birth parents during our 16 day stay in Arizona. They truly love their biological son and want the best life for him. It was emotional to watch them say their goodbyes to the tiny baby just days before we departed. We have stayed in contact since, and we are hopeful that Miller will get to meet them again someday.
Since returning home, our sweet boy has become a cornerstone of our family. He has brought us so much happiness and the feeling of completeness. He was meant to be ours and it took the broken and long journey we faced to find him. And, as cliché as it is to say “some of God’s greatest gifts are unanswered prayers,” which is so true in our case. Miller will be just shy of 4 months old when he officially takes our last name and law will finally recognize what we have known all along-he is our son, Maddox’s baby brother, and one of God’s greatest blessings.
Lyanna’s Story
For my husband and I adoption has always been something we have been interested in. It has always been a topic of conversation in our home and over the years we became incredibly motivated to continue growing our family through adoption.
About 16 years ago, one of my brothers was adopted and the entire experience impacted my life. I was a teenager at the time and was fully aware of the process and it helped me to become interested in adoption. I studied mental health counseling and did extensive training with at risk children 0-5 years of age. This experience also sparked a desire to have a large family and provide all our children with unconditional love. When we decided to more seriously purse adoption we already had three amazing biological sons who were 7, 4, and 1. Our children were aware of the adoption plans and were just as excited that our family would be growing through adoption.
Prayers & Research
took us beyond the borders of the United States and we quickly founds ourselves with our hearts in South America. We contacted an agency that worked in the area and our journey began. We didn’t have a clear understanding of what the path ahead would look like but we knew we were all in no matter what!
Immediately upon starting our journey we faced our first hurdle and harsh realities of an international adoption. Finances. The first part of the process is your home study which can cost several thousand dollars. The tricky thing about adoption is that once you start the process there’s really no way of stopping it. We had to increase our faith and trust that we didn’t choose adoption; adoption chose us and God would make a way.
Months after starting our journey and making he first large payment to our agency we received devastating news that our agency had lost an important accreditation. We had to choose between waiting it out indefinitely or switching agencies and losing all the money we had recently paid. We had to make the difficult decision of choosing not to stop our process and starting over with another agency.
What seemed like a setback was truly a blessing. Once we switched to the new agency our process started moving along quicker than anticipated and things started looking up.
We decided we wanted to adopt from a specific orphanage and although we couldn’t pick a gender we were approved to adopt a child 0-6 years old. Soon we received US immigration approval to adopt internationally and we began preparing all documents to send overseas as required by the adoption committee at the orphanage. We also received approval from the adoption committee in South America. Now we needed to be matched at the orphanage.
Up to this point most of our journey had been hurry up and wait… this part was no different. The adoption committee reviews adopting family submissions monthly. We waited for a few weeks and waited for a few months but it wasn’t until 3 months after submitting our file that we finally got the call! We were matched! The adoption committee at the orphanage hand picked us and felt that we were the perfect match for this precious girl. The joy and excitement we felt when we received a photo of this beautiful nine month old was out of this world. She was perfect and she could become our daughter!
We received her entire file soon after our match and we carefully reviewed it as well as consulted with a doctor that specializes in international adoptions. We knew whole heartedly that she was ours, she was the one! We proceeded with accepting the match and did everything required by our agency and the orphanage to move the process as quickly as possible. We found out our future daughter was in a foster home and soon we were able to start video conferences. The first time we saw her on live video we were overwhelmed with emotions. It didn’t feel real. We continued gathering necessary documents and within a few months we were granted permission by US Immigration to travel to get our daughter.
The trip would be between 3-8 weeks and would require many appointments and additional documents while in country. We struggled with the idea of leaving our boys for such a long period of time especially because we were in the middle of a world wide pandemic. We decided that our whole family should stay together and we wanted all our kids to experience adding our newest family member at the same time as us.
Finally our plane tickets were booked we were told that the day we arrived in country we had an appointment to meet at the orphanage to go over some ground rules. The day after we arrived we were schedule to finally meet our daughter and take her with us. I will never forget the nerves and anxiety leading up to this moment. Driving to the orphanage I often felt like my breath was being taken away. This was it, the moment that would change our lives forever.
Getting our beautiful daughter in our arms was incredibly emotional. After 18 months of sweat, blood, and tears we were finally face to face with our girl! The boys were happy and emotional as well. We took her back with us and we were told that in about a week we had to change locations to another city where all the legal court proceedings would take place. So after a week we packed up and went to the other city where our court proceedings were being done virtually. Within a few days we were notified that it was official. Our daughter was officially our daughter forever and ever. We named her Lyanna Victoria which means: my God has answered, victory. No other name would be better fitting for her.
We made our way back to the first city we were at and now the real waiting started. We had to wait got an appointment with the US Embassy to get our daughter a visa to enter the United States. This process took longer than expected which was really hard on me personally but also hard on our children. In the meantime we were able to bond with our daughter and let the kids bond with her as well. After 30 days out of the country we finally got the visa and made our way home for the very first time as a family for six.
We had a huge welcome home party for Lyanna and our family and friends came to celebrate this sweet victory! The first weeks at home Lyanna adapted so well and soon our family started to feel like we were always meant to be together. This process without a doubt was one of the hardest I’ve had to experience in my life. I felt like it broke me many times but I would go through it again just if I could be this sweet girl’s mommy. I’m grateful for the lessons learned.
Many of the lessons have been hard and not without tears but the joy we feel as a family to open our hearts and grow our family through adoption is out of this world.