Ken and I have been talking about adoption. He'd brought up the idea of starting to look into it shortly after Dr. U. canceled our IVF cycle. Of course I'd already done a lot of reading while we were still debating whether to try IVF first. So we've done the adoption quiz I found on an adoption site, and talked about it.
I guess I'm leaning more toward adoption as the way we'll have a child. I've searched Medline and a medical-literature database we have at work for information on my paradoxical reaction to the first set of drugs and there is nothing. I sort of expected that as I'm sure our doctors keep up with the literature, but I was hoping I'd ferret out something new, being a darn good online researcher (specialized in it at Rutgers) having medical knowledge from my pharmaceutical company days and medical reading, and then there's all the health-information research I've done for patrons.
A conversation I had last night was what really affected me, though. Wanda, the manager at my old branch (an amazingly wonderful manager and person), recently lost her mother. I was at the funeral home last night talking to Wanda and the conversation turned to her daughter Lauren, whom Wanda and her husband adopted while I was working at North County. Wanda told me if she'd special-ordered a daughter she couldn't have a better one. Soon afterward Lauren, who had been very well-behaved by six-year-old-at-Grammy's-viewing standards, came over to hug Mommy and to be picked up. (Definitely worth two years of wrangling with the oldest bureacracy in the world!)
People keep telling me "there's a child waiting for you." Ken and I have our doubts about our "adoptability" as adoptive parents (age, health and financial concerns). But I'm getting all these leadings that maybe there is a child waiting for us...
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