(Spring, 2001) -- Amy, Crystal’s pregnancy counselor, has told us that her court hearing to relinquish parental rights is at 2:00 pm. Amy says she’ll call as soon as it’s over.
Tessa has been with us for nearly a month, and we are hopelessly, madly, deeply in love with this beautiful baby girl.
Fear wends its way up and down my spine as I imagine what will happen if Crystal changes her mind at the last moment. I picture authorities knocking on the door, saying they’ve come for Tessa. What would I do? Fight them? Acquiesce and crumble into a puddle on the floor? Die right here of a broken heart?
The day is endless. I dance with Tessa to John Denver’s Grandma’s Feather Bed. I think about what the day is like for Crystal, with whom we haven’t spoken in several weeks. I think about her every day, but respect her need to have a mourning period while we’re not in her face.
We’ve been told that some judges are heartless with relinquishing mothers. One counselor told us she witnessed a hearing where the judge said, “Your irresponsible actions have led you to this irrevocable decision. Do you realize the mess you’ve made?” The firstmother, already distraught, could barely continue.
Would Crystal’s judge be so callous, or would he/she have some respect for the road Crystal has traveled, and the dreams she has for her daughter?
The sun moves across the sky more slowly than ever this afternoon. Tessa takes her afternoon nap, and finally, at around 4 pm, I can take it no longer and I call Amy.
“I just finished with Crystal. The hearing went fine -- a nice judge. Crystal’s fine. Sad, but fine. We’ve been talking about it.”
The weight of five years of yearning to have a child lifts off my shoulders and it almost feels as if I’m levitating by comparison. The coast is now clear for us to be Tessa’s legal parents. We have five months of supervision left, but there are no more major hurdles in our path.
I put Seasons of Love from the Rent soundtrack on the stereo. I have a moment where my heart is connected to all that is. I lift my arms to the heavens and ground my feet to the earth and give thanks that I get to live this life, my life. I am so blessed! I appreciate every single moment that has led to this point in time!
Thursday, May 22, 2008
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5 comments:
Oh Lori,
It makes me so hopeful, this post -- sometimes, hemmed in by your own experiences you can't see past it to a different day -- and this beautiful piece here shows us the way.
Thank you, and thank you for your kind note...
Love,
Pam
Bittersweet.
Beautiful. I can't wait until I can share the experience.
Thank you for your beautiful words!
Oh my yes...I remember a day like this. My husband was our birth-mother's ride to the court house (a long story). He wasn't allowed to be in the courtroom for the proceedings and the poor girl got a "mean" judge. He totally reduced her to tears. John just sat outside on the courthouse steps and when it was over, he tried to put the pieces back together of our poor B-M's sense of doing what was right for the baby and her own life. He brought her back to our hotel room so she could visit with the baby and be with people (us) who supported her decision and thought she was a good person. She really needed the reassurance.
Pam -- XO
Antigone -- yes. Good word.
Jessica -- I can't wait to hear about it when you do!
Becky -- how sad that your son's birthmom didn't have more support. I'm glad you were there for her.
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