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An Adopted Child, Closer Than Blood

A woman who had carried a child for nine months, given birth to him and cared for him for three days was about to hand this precious gift out of her arms to my wife. It was a scene I didn't want to deal with.

Jack Smith

When my wife and I were married nearly eleven years ago, we wanted to have a child right away.
I am the oldest of ten kids and found my experience growing up in such a large family to be ideal. We didn't plan to have ten children but we did hope to have one soon and see how it went.

Like most newlyweds we missed no opportunity to help that goal along. Month after month during our early marriage we would buy a pregnancy test any time my wife was late by as little as a day. We didn't even think about infertility. We were eager and expectant.

The first test we took ended up negative. No problem, we thought, there's no lost fun trying again.

Month after month, the test showed us a red minus sign or one blue line instead of two. I remember a commercial for a pregnancy test kit at the time showing a young couple elated when that red minus sign appeared. That was not our feeling. We became more and more disappointed.

My wife went in for a regular OB/GYN appointment and was told that it could take some couples up to a year to become pregnant. A year came and went.

She went in again (not that the problem couldn't be with me) and her doctor found a large fibroid tumor on her uterus. She had the tumor removed surgically in the hope that this would help things. Her doctor quipped that the tumor was so large he could have resuscitated it. My wife calls her surgery experience "having a baby without the baby."

Over the next seven years of our marriage we gradually resigned ourselves to the fact that we would not have biological children. My wife also became determined that we would adopt.

I never said no, but I never did anything about it either. Before we were married, we talked about the possibility of adoption if we weren't able to have children and I was positively enthusiastic.

Now that the possibility was a reality, I didn't want it at all. I felt, selfishly and arrogantly, that I would not be able to love and cherish another person's child like I would my own. I come from a large, extended, attached and close family. I usually spend every weekend with my whole immediate family as well as aunts, uncles, nephews, cousins and in-laws.

I looked at my blood relatives and thought an adopted child could never be one of them. My wife persisted in exploring adoption and I persisted in procrastinating.

Things were coming to a head between my wife and me when my uncle, a family law attorney, called me out of the blue. He said he had a pregnant client who was due to give birth in a couple of months and she wanted to give her child up for adoption. Did I want the child?

Now the issue was forced. My wife said yes and I had to go along.

Next came the various negotiations involved in a private adoption. The birth mother wanted to meet us, for us to be present at the birth and she wanted a picture and a letter on each birthday.

I thought this was a deal breaker. I wanted complete anonymity. For the child and for us, I wanted no ambiguity about who his parents were and no meddling from the birth mother.

I spoke to an adoptive mother who was a friend of my parents. She explained that this was a woman who was giving life. She wanted to give her child a good life and it was perfectly appropriate for her to meet and approve the people who she hoped would give her child a good life.

Sean was born early in the morning on March 30, 2000. Labor was quick and we were not there for the birth.

We met Sean and his birth mother for the first time that morning. My wife was ecstatic and hopeful. I still was skeptical and nervous. My wife berated me for leaving the room to make a cell call for business.

Sean spent three days in the hospital because of jaundice. His birth mother took care of him during this time, while we were visitors. When the time came for Sean to be released, his mother asked for some time alone. We left for a while and then were told it was time to pick up Sean.

I had no joy. I was terrified. A woman who had carried a child for nine months, given birth to him and cared for him for three days was about to hand this precious gift out of her arms to my wife. It was a scene I didn't want to deal with.

Through tears, Sean's mother told us that she knew her son would have a good life. She was comfortable with us. Sean was in a hospital basinette, ready to be rolled out. We said our good-byes and all hugged and my wife and I started rolling Sean out.

Sean's mother jumped up in bed and looked at my wife as we were leaving. My wife went back to her and hugged her for a long time.

What meaning there was in that embrace. What a beautiful and sad thing it was. What a wonderful and difficult choice Sean's mother made for the life of her son.

At that moment Sean was my son. My selfish and arrogant skepticism about adoption was gone.

I had a son; closer than blood.

November 5, 2003

Jack Smith is a contributing editor of Godspy.

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A woman who had carried a child for nine months, given birth to him and cared for him for three days was about to hand this precious gift out of her arms to my wife. It was a scene I didn't want to deal with.

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