Our first few days with Ezra Bloom and Olive Anderson
Almost two week ago Josh and I watched our twin girls be delivered. These past few weeks have been a whirlwind. Back in November, Josh scheduled his big medical school test for April 15th, giving him a couple of weeks off before starting his third year rotations. We had been praying that something would happen with our adoption during these two weeks off, so when we got a call that the girls’ delivery date had been moved up to the 18th, we were in shock and found it slightly humorous that our girls were going to be born the Monday after Josh’s huge test – actually the very next business hour! We had one week to study for and take an important test, quickly wrap up things in Chicago, and buy our plane tickets to Utah. We were amazed by our community and family who completed surrounded us by providing funds to finish fundraising our adoption, and buying us (and the girls) gifts to come home to.
We always thought our baby would be born in Florida because all of the agencies we applied to through our adoption consultant were in Florida. Utah came as a surprise, but we are so thankful this is where we landed. And incredible HopeChest board member took care of our stay and found us a car to use here in Salt Lake City. It has been such a huge blessing to have an apartment in the mountains to retreat to at night during our NICU stay. Our first day in Utah was picture perfect. It was the most gorgeous day. We drove up the mountains and did a little wine tasting at this beautiful French restaurant pictured below. As we drove around, cherry blossoms were in full bloom. We had been considering the middle name Bloom for one of the girls, and seeing all the beautiful trees in Salt Lake in full bloom solidified the name. It was the most peaceful day before becoming parents and we felt like we were exactly where we were supposed to be. Fear can definitely take over in the adoption process. Will the girls be healthy? Will our birth mom change her mind? But that day when we drove around a new city, we were filled with so much peace.
Monday, April 18, we woke up at 5:30, got ready and drove to the hospital with the most beautiful sunrise leading the way.
We got to spend about 2 hours with our beautiful birthmom before delivery. We had only met for the first time the night before but we felt like we had known her much longer. I held her hand, we prayed together, we talked about travels and her love for Shakespeare and acting. We got to see ultrasounds of the girls and then it was time to go! She wanted me to be with her during the whole c-section. I was so honored. I held her hand during the epidural and rubbed her head as they began the operation. I told her that she was my hero, and she said, “No, you are mine”. It was precious moment after precious moment and I hope that I can always remember every second of it. It was getting closer to the girls arrival and they brought Josh into the surgical suite. I looked at the clock at it was 9:30 am. I thought in my head that these girls were going to be born at 9:37 (see my last post for the significance of 37) and sure enough, at 9:36am Ezra Bloom was born and at 9:37am Olive Anderson was born.
They were so tiny. Ezra took some extra care immediately after birth, because she wasn’t breathing very well, and Josh stood staring over her, worried, already acting like a protective father. While the girls and Josh were whisked off to the NICU, I stayed with our birth mom telling her everything that was happening. The rest of that day was hard. We weren’t able to hold the girls until much later that night, our family was asking for updates, but we didn’t want to introduce them with a photo of them tied to a million cords and in big plastic bungalows. So the official announcement of their names and pictures didn’t come until 10:30pm. That day when I was with our birth mom I was missing the girls and wondering how they were doing, but if I was with the girls, I was worried that our birth mom was feeling alone. I spent the day running between the two rooms. It was also hard, because the first day, the girls were not officially ours, and they wouldn’t be ours until the next afternoon after papers had been signed. The tension of adoption was evident once again. I will never forget Josh holding both girls that night, he looked down at them in his arms and just lost it. I was in charge of blowing his now and wiping the stream of tears off his face since both of his arms were full. Josh has been so incredible these last two weeks as a Dad, I am so glad that I get to figure out this whole new world of parenting with him.
I have so many stories to share of these last two weeks, I will have to blog about them in pieces. The girls are doing great – They are eating mostly on their own and the Dr thinks they will be discharged on Tuesday! Thank you for all your prayers, they honestly mean the world to us. After the girls are discharged we will need to wait for adoption paperwork to wrap up so we can be cleared to go back to Il, and we will need to make an appearance in court to finalize our adoption. We are hoping that this can all take place next week so that Josh can be back next Monday, for his first rotation of his third year of medical school!