I am an only child, and I had two first cousins, both only children. The three of us made a pact, somewhere in our childhood, that we would never do that to another kid. We promised each other that we would have more than one child when we grew up. My older cousins followed through with their part of the bargain, but it looked like it might not be so easy for us, under the circumstances.
By the time our little one had been with us a few months, we decided we'd better start the process of applying for adoption again, because there was no telling how long it would take to get another baby. Abortion had been legalized by then, so babies were no longer so easy to adopt. The decision was made to wait until the holidays were over and, when the New Year came, we'd apply.
So you can't even begin to imagine our surprise when I came up pregnant in January!!! Me, the one who wasn't supposed to be able to get pregnant, according to the leading fertility specialist in Birmingham, Alabama! But pregnant I was, and I carried that pregnancy to full term. I was in full glory, with my big belly.
Of course, it wasn't too easy, as I was also taking care of a small baby at the time, but I managed just fine. Did we love our adopted baby any less, because we were expecting one of our own flesh and blood? Goodness me NO!!
So, in a matter of 15 months, we had two gorgeous little girls, who grew into two beautiful women. We considered both of them to be Gifts from God, specially given for us to nurture and raise in the admonition of the Lord.
nostalgia, childhood memories, adoption, pregnancy, parenthood