My Answered Prayer

So, my husband and I tried for 5 years to gt pregnant. After tests and many failed Artificial Inseminations, we decided to jump on the road to adoption. I struggled with this idea, but I knew my life was to be a mother...it didn't matter how or where this child came from, I wanted to be a mother and that was that. We found an agency in Dallas, TX. I called them up and talked with them, when they told me to make a book of mine and my husbands life as a children growing up within our families, teen years, graduation, etc... then of us together. It took me forever, but my mother and I created a scrapbook that was amazing!!! I give all the credit to my mother. Soon after I gave my scrapbook to the agency, she called me with a birthmom. 13 years old, pregnant by her cousin, who lives in Mexico. My husband and I debated on this one, but we decided we would meet her. We did, along with our agent, the birthmom and her mother. The birthmom never said a word. Her mother told us that she doesn't speak English well and is extremely shy. After meeting, we all agreed that we would adopt this child. It was a girl! So, I got home and mom and I went shopping right away. We bought an entire babies room of stuff, along with clothes, shoes, socks, etc... I even painted her name on the wall above her bed. Time passed and I never heard anything and couldn't get a hold of this birthmom. My agent called me and told me that she had scammed 3 other agencies out of thousands of dollars and promised her baby to 4 couples. She fled to Mexico. Needless to say, there is a Warrant out for her arrest if she ever comes back to the states and screws up! I was done. That was so emotional I couldn't stand myself. Then a few weeks later, my agent calls and said she had another birthmother, 38, caucasian, alcoholic, no prenatal care, 6 months pregnant. I was scared MONEY and I couldn't go through another heartache like the one I had. I sucked it up and we met with the birthmother. My husband and I drove to Dallas to meet her. It was incredible; the connection we had right off the bat! We looked alike, had the same views (to a certain extent), it was perfect. At the end of lunch, in front of us, she told the agent that she wanted us to adopt her baby BOY!!!! The agent said, "are you sure? Do you want to think it over"? She said, no, I've made up my mind. I choose them. She immediately gave me a picture of her sonogram. It was cool. I was very skeptical, due to the past one. She had a picture of her, the birthfather, and one of them together. We went and made copies and she said for me to put these in his baby book. Time passed and the birthmom and I kept in touch. I wondered how she was, if she needed anything, what can I do to make this better, so on. I lived 5 hours away, so it was difficult for me to be there ALL the time for her, but I did my best. Mom and I changed the room from girly things to boy things(i.e. baseball, football, basketball, soccer things). VERY cute I might add. She was at the point in her pregnancy where she was having her weekly visits. I decided to drive to Dallas, alone, go to the visit, then drive home. So I packed a change of clothes, my toiletries and I left after work. I didn't need anything really. I got a room and was going to be at the Drs. office at 9:00 AM. I did just that. The nurse took us back to the Ultrasound room. The nurse prepped the birthmom and got her in the system and ready for the Dr to come in. That wait for the Dr was an eternity. This was the first time I'd get to see the baby. I was praying that all would be ok. There was a knock at the door and a tall man with no personality, walked in. He squirted gel on her belly and BAM! There it was. I say "it" because I wanted to see for myself that it was a boy. He kept looking and looking. Poking at her belly. He asked the birthmom if she ate breakfast and what she ate. She had A LOT!!! The Dr. called someone on the phone, but never said a word to us. He was talking that foreign dr talk. My heart wanted to stop. Something was wrong and I just felt sick to my stomach. I didn't say anything to the birthmom becuase I didn't want her to be concerned with me. The Dr comes back to the table and pushed and pokes again. Then he said, "I don't like the looks of him". One thing was good, it was a boy! But the dr kept saying that over and over again. Then he turns to me and said the words that I thought I'd never hear, "How would you like to be a mom today"? And that is when my heart stopped, briefly. I played over and over in my head, "I'm going to be a mom today", "I'm going to be a mom today". I was so excited, yet scared out of my clothes. "I'M ALONE AND I DON'T HAVE ANY CLOTHES, CAR SEAT, DIAPER BAG, DIAPERS, FORMULA"!!! I had non of it. I didn't even have an extra change of underwear. The Dr told me to call up everyone and he is going to take the birthmom to Labor & Delivery, and for me to meet them down there. I called my husband, who was at football practice, called mom and dad at work, called my mother-in-law and everyone else I could think of. I was directing them on what to get and where everything was. Luckily, I had the babies stuff already packed and ready for the phone call. I just didn't know I would be the one making that phone call instead of recieving it. They tried to induce her, but it wasn't working. My family decided to go get a room around the corner from the hospital. It was midnight and she hadn't progressed any. I left the number to the room and told her to call if anything happens. I get a call at 2:05 AM and she said they were taking her to the OR for a C-Section. The babies heart rate was dropping and it didn't look good. We all jumped up and took off. She asked if I could be in the room with her, seeing it was my baby. She wanted me to experience this. I changed in the scrubs and as soon as I walked in, they were cutting her belly. At 2:27 AM, I heard the most amazing, beautiful cry that I have ever heard. It was so surreal and I felt like someone was going to wake me up. The nurses did their thing with him, then they wrapped him up and handed him to me. I couldn't stop starring. He was absolutely the most gorgeous baby I had ever seen, and he was all mine. After 48 hours old, she signed her parental rights over and I took my baby boy home with me. There are no words to describe this experience. It has to be more than any normal pregnancy for an adoptive parent . I have my miracle and happens to be the best part of me. Thank you God for my gift.