Langdon Malachi Skolfield

My mom pointed out that my followers needed and update.  She said "you're still waiting in the waiting room..." Haha.  I am pretty sure most of you know the ending to this story, but what the heck, it will be fun to write this part.

So you know a part of the story but here is the whole thing, with details that may give you chills....well almost.

We found out about the failed adoption on a Tuesday. Wednesday I called our agency to talk about where we go from here. During this conversation she told me about a potential mom that was due within a week or so in Virginia. She had not submitted any papers or met with anyone, but if that happened, she had us in mind as a potential match.  I did not mention it in the blog because it was so premature, it didn't feel real.

Five days later, on Monday, we received an email with information about the birth mom.  Tuesday we received a call that the baby a born.  It was suggested that I get there as soon as possible, with Emery to follow.  Unfortunately there were no flights to get me there quickly.  We packed up as fast as we could, picked up our son from school and hit the road.  Richmond, Virginia here we come.

My parents live near Raleigh, NC which is on the way up to Virginia. We decided to drop the boys off with them, and continue on.  We drove straight through and got to their house at about 2 am.  During the drive, we received a call from a counselor for the birth mom. She had been assigned our case and wanted to introduce herself.  Funny story though.  She recognized our last name and realized she knew it because she follows Emery on Instagram.  She has an adopted son and wanted to dread his hair, so searched certain hashtags and started following Emery.  She then texted me a picture of her son with dreads, inspired by our youngest.  So cool!  Example #1 of why I was not anxious about this falling through.

We spoke with the birth mom for a few minutes on the phone, to introduce ourselves.  We spoke about his name briefly and just about our family in general.  She was very sweet and we could not wait to meet her.

We put the boys to sleep at my parents, slept about an hour and half, got up and continued on to Richmond.  We got to the area about 7:30 and decided to have breakfast. Following breakfast, we drove to the hospital.  We went to the maternity ward and we asked to sit in the waiting room for a few minutes, while they verified who we were and made sure we were allowed to be there.  A little over an hour later we walked into her room.  She was holding the baby feeding him.  Within seconds, she was handing him to us.  He was the sweetest little thing.  I could barely believe how perfect he was.

We spent the spent the rest of the day holding him and talking with his mom and grandma.  We enjoyed the time we had with them.  When his mom needed to rest, Emery and I were given a private room to spend more time with Langdon.  This hospital was by far the best hospital we have been to in all three of our adoption experiences.

The next day was the most stressful, signing day.  We went to the hospital early, just to wait in the waiting room.  The attorney called and said they were on their way.  When they arrived, she explained the paperwork would take about 45 minute to an hour and then she would be out to have us sign a few papers.  We sat there in silence, waiting yet again.  About 15 minutes after they started the lawyer came out and said mom needed to take a break.  A few minutes later her step-mom came out to get the lawyers.  I couldn't tell by her face if they were going back in to be told she couldn't sign the papers or if they were going back in to continue.  She could sense my concern and looked at me and said "It's all ok.  Everything is still happening, she just needed a minute."  What a relief to hear that.  We waited another 45 minutes.  Then a discharge nurse came to get us to go over discharge information.  This was the point at which I got excited.  WE were being told discharge info.  WE were being told how to care for this bundle when we left the hospital.  I turned to Emery and said " NOW can we send a picture to our parents?"  What was his response?  "We are not walking out of this hospital yet, he is not even in our arms." 

Sooooooooo  about 30 minutes later we are walking out of the hospital with Langdon.  PHEW!  What a whirlwind it has been.  Now we have been home for 4 days and things are going very well.  He is 2 weeks old and already a whopping 7 pounds, 9 ounces.  The kids does nothing but eat and sleep.  He knows he has to catch up to his big bros.  His big bros, by the way, are ecstatic and will not leave his side most of the time.  They can not show him or tell him enough how much they love him.  It's a beautiful thing. 

That's us now, the Skolfield's ......family of 5.