This guest post is by Jody Hoogwerf, an adoptive mother.
It was January 4th, one year to the date that we began our journey at the fertility clinic.
Our infertility journey had actually started years before, six to be exact, but that day was “D day”—the day we needed to start conversations about taking the plunge and paying upwards of $10,000 to try and have a baby with the help of western medicine or through adoption.
That night my phone rang. It was my cousin.
She started with small talk: How was Christmas? What was new? What were our plans for the New Year?
It was not unusual for us to talk. We talked all the time.
What was unusual was the hesitation in her voice.
Finally I said, “What’s up”?
That’s when she told me about her unexpected pregnancy and her thoughts about what to do next.
Over the next hour as we talked, it was clear that she had thought long and hard about her options and that raising this baby was not on the table.