We knew we wanted to adopt before we even got married. Our hope was to have a blend of biological and adopted children. My husband has family members that were adopted and I used to nanny a little girl “N” that was adopted. “N” stole my heard and as she recently described our relationship, “She started as my nanny, but now we are best friends.”
On the day KP (our son) was born we were spending the day at the Maryland State fair with “N.” Distance kept us from seeing her as often as we liked, but it was our annual tradition to take her to this particular fair. Little did we know that early that evening, probably as we were riding the rides and munching on fair food, KP was being born. Nine days later, after already talking with our adoption social worker a few times that morning she asked to set up a phone meeting for later that afternoon. After what seemed like forever, but was really only an hour, she called. While waiting for her call I had already excitedly phoned my husband to let him know that I thought we were about to become a family of three. Once the social worker called she told me all about KP. I repeatedly called my husband until he was able to pull his motorcycle over in DC traffic to take the call that would change our life and our family forever.
A painstaking two days later we were able to meet KP in the hospital. The agency had to get everything set up for us and we used that time to pack for an extended hospital stay, re-arrange work schedules, and mostly just buzzed around with excited energy. When the day came, we arrived to the agency hours before our meeting was set to take place. Soon after we were headed to the hospital to meet KP, with a photographer in tow to capture the moment. He was sleeping in a bassinet, dressed in a cute sleeper and knit hat that the nurses had picked out for the occasion. We loved him before we met him but he totally stole our hearts in that first moment that we held him. We spent about a week in the hospital, never leaving his side, keeping vigilant watch over him sleeping at night and snuggling him around the clock. The days in the hospital were filled with visits from all of our family and friends. The nurses even bent the rules to let KP’s little cousins visit.
KP was destined to be part of our family long before he was even a thought in anyone’s mind and he is the perfect fit. While we always knew that we wanted a house full of babies and a sibling for KP, but we didn’t realize that he would also be getting a best friend, Irish twin, and soul mate to walk this world with. The day his sister arrived was the same day exactly one year later that we had found out about KP. We have no doubt that these babies were meant to be.