September! Nostalgia!

Sept. 4th...already?!?!  On this day last year, Cambria was making her way to enter the world in 19 more days...on September 23rd!  The only thing?  I didn't know it at the time!  I didn't get "The Call" until Sept. 21st that she was going to be my baby girl, and at that point, I thought I had a little more time to get everything ready for her arrival!  She was due October 10th.  So I had 19 more days from that day until October 10th to prepare, or so I thought.  That's weird that both are 19 days apart!

Anyways...I only told a few close people that we were matched.  I was still stinging from our horrible adoption fall-through the year before.  Sunday the 23rd I was taking my kids to the pool for swimming lessons, and I got another important call....Cambria's birthmom J was in labor!  5 cm dilated!  In a state that was literally on the other side of the country!  I remember being at the pool while they were at their lessons, and I was pacing and so fidgety and giddy and excited!!  Dave booked me a flight on the red eye, my parents came up to my house, and my dad drove me to the airport!  I talked to J on the phone on the way to the airport, Cambria had been born, and she was definitely a she (no surprises!).   I was about to get on the plane, and I knew that no matter what happened, my life would never be the same again!

A really hard part of all of this was that we didn't tell very many people.  It was so hard to talk about our previous failed adoption.  I knew I couldn't face everyone in my small town if this adoption fell through also.  I had to wait until October 2nd to post anything on FB...that's when her revocation period ended.  I was dying to share my exciting news with everyone!  I remember texting my close friends and mom the daily picture of Cambria until I could post pics on FB.  :)

It was such an exciting, exhilarating time in my life.  Meeting my daughter for the first time, bringing her home, etc.  I know Cambria is our last baby.  I am ok with that.  But I am sad that I won't get to experience that moment in time again.  This moment is so different with an adoption vs. actually delivering the baby yourself, obviously.  I am glad I got to experience both, as I've said before.  But the interesting thing?  If I were to ever do it again, I'd want to do another adoption vs. have a biological baby.  I've had 3 children, and maybe it's because I had such hideous pregnancies, but I don't really want to be pregnant again.

The only thing that sucks about this?  There are 2 birthparents, on the other side of the country, that had to lose a piece of themselves and be heartbroken so that I can experience the joys of raising a daughter.

In honor of Cambria and her birthday this month, I think I'll blog a little bit each time about her birth story.  I don't think I've ever talked about it on FB.