EEK! There's a Baby in my Inbox!

We waited 2.5 years for referral day. In the adoption world, it is THE day you wait for and dream about for so many months, the day you finally get to see your baby's face for the very first time.

I spent a lot of time day dreaming about this day. Where would I be? What would I be doing when that phone call finally came? I was so prepared for this day, yet somehow it caught me completely off guard! I'd imagined every possible scenario... except the one where I'm in the middle of the grocery store and my phone doesn't get a clear signal. But, alas! That is exactly what happened.

I am just entering the pasta aisle when my phone rings. I don't recognize the number. I answer, but the signal is terrible. I hang up. A few minutes later Ring Ring. I let it go to voicemail. It's probably one of my clients. I'll call her when I get home. A while later I'm checking out. Ring Ring. Now I know I'm not that popular, who keeps calling? You'd think the thought would have crossed my mind by now, "Maybe it's my agency." Nope, not a thought.

I finally get the groceries and my child loaded into the car. I causually check my message. Holy Moly, it's my agency. I am shaking and my breathing gets restricted. Is this THE call? Then another thought pops into my head. They probably just have a question about our paperwork. I stare at my phone for a good 30 seconds, not remembering how to call back. Finally I get our agency on the line and yes, they have a baby for us.

Being the Type-A that I am, I have a list of questions all typed out and tucked in my purse for this very occasion. Do I think to use it? Nope. I find the first scrap of paper I see and I don't even know what this says, really. My handwriting is so lovely, isn't it?

At this point there is a baby in my inbox... and I'm not home. In fact I still have errands to run. This is not how this is supossed to happen.

I still have to finish errands, get the melting groceries put away, and set up a movie for my daughter so I can think for a minute. Then there is the small problem that my husband gets stuck in a traffic jam as he is rushing home to see our new baby. Finally 2 hours later we are ready to open that very special email.