So, the jist of my stay was my mom and i holding jack, feeding jack, and taking pictures of Jack. And sometimes trying to find something to watch on tv. Did i mention how amazing my mom is? I will have to go into detail later about her awesomeness, but long story short, she was by my side every second, and never left the hospital. She would hand me Jack because i couldn't move.
Did i mention that i couldn't move? Yeah. It sucked. I cannot explain..... the various types of pain that comes with that. I mean, first the physical pain. Your stomach feels like it is being stabbed over and over and over again. I couldnt even lift my torso, i couldn't roll, or reach for anything. I was completely helpless. I couldn't even grab Jack if i wanted to, he had to be handed to me, which i was not happy about, but he was on me almost all of the time. Except when i would start falling asleep and my mom would gently take him before i completely nodded off.
I got no sleep. I think over that 4 day period i had about 6 hours of sleep. I couldn't, but i also didn't want to, because i wanted to spend every second with him. I could sleep when i got home. That moment, right there, was never going to happen again, so i wanted to live and breathe every second of it.
Heather and Kirk visited frequently, which i actually loved. I loved seeing them, because other than being the parents of my son, they were my friends too. I loved seeing them hold him and smell him and kiss him. They just fell in love, and it made me me so right, and i knew beyond any doubt that this was the right thing. And just by the way they acted, i knew that it was always going to be like that. I would always be able to be in those moments with them. And i liked the company, too. It kept my thoughts preoccupied.
Then, the day came where i finally had to come off of my cloud. I honestly hate talking about this sometimes. But, i feel like someone out there needs this. Who knows why, but maybe someone can gain something from my heart break.
I had already decided to do placement at the hospital. Taking him home would have made it way too hard for me. I wanted it to be an experience that started and ended at the hospital, having all of my memories kept there. I really felt like i had been there for days. For weeks. My days had gotten backwards, i just lay there all day eating (well, trying to), and holding Jack. One night, my dad asked if i wanted to do placement that night or the next morning. I was blown away. I had forgotten about it. Well, i shoved it to the back of my head. I was like "What placement?". I was trying to justify waiting another day or so, but my dad made a good point, that if i did it that night, i could go home, go to sleep and sleep it off and wake freshed. I decided to just do it that night.
I started panicking. I didn't know what to do, i felt like i was loosing time. What had i been doing the past couple days? I hadn't even written in my journal, i hadn't given my talk to Jack, i felt like i had wasted the four days. I was in freak mode when a nurse came to take him for some more shots or whatever. As she was wheeling him away, he let out a little cry, and i almost jumped out of the bed and ran after him. I know how he likes to be comforted! He likes to be held a certain way! He doesn't recognize you, give him to me, he knows me! I dont want him to forget me.
I started bawling. I felt so empty. I mean, they were bringing him right back, for petes sake, but i was so afraid that he wouldn't for some reason. I kept thinking "No, i haven't said bye yet! Bring him back!"
My dad brought me clothes to change into. I was finally able to walk (barely), and i just sat there. This was it. It had finally come. Everything that i had anticipated for for months had finally arrived, and i wasn't ready. I didn't know how to be ready. Isn't there a book that explains this or something? I felt so confused. I honestly felt like i was going to have a heart attack, i was almost hyperventilating, time was running out. Every time i looked at the clock, 5 minutes had flown by. Why? Why in the world was time going faster when i needed it to go slower. I wanted a few more hours, please. I just sat on my bed. My mom on one side and my dad on the other, we just all cried. We sat for about 3 minutes, just holding hands and crying. I had never, ever, felt such pain in my life. I felt like my heart was being ripped open. I dont even know how to explain it. My stomach hurt, my head was spinning, my heart was black.
This whole amazing experience, these four days of bliss and love and happiness and success, were coming to an end. I would never have those days again, they were already gone. How did they go so fast?
Ugh, you can tell i was crying there.
Fast forward: so, everything was set. The couple can't be present, so heather and kirk were out in some room watching a mandatory "how to be a parent" video from like the 80's. My case worker was there, my two witnesses (two family friends), my parents, and another awesome case worker. And a nurse. I honestly have no idea why she was there. We all still wonder. She was the older type that was in charge of everything, or so she thought. She was trying to get everyone to do certain things for placement, like she was trying to organize it. My case workers were about to kill her.
I dont want to talk about what happened, but i can tell you that i have never had a more spiritual experience in my whole entire life. I dont think the veil has ever been thinner for me. I didn't cry at all. Maybe because i bawled two hours previous, but i was actually very calm. I never took my eyes off of Jack. He was asleep, and he was just so.... peaceful. How could you not feel peaceful when having this miracle on your lap? I gave him an occasional kiss or two.
And then, it was finally over. I was like "Wait, what?". It went by really fast. Everyone breathed this sigh of relief, it was soooo quiet and tense during the whole thing, with sniffles everywhere. Even from the nurse. Grrrrr. I will always have a thing for that nurse. Seriously, why are you crying?
Heather and Kirk were then allowed to come in. I swear, the second they came in, the room lit up, and i was so happy. I forgot how much i missed them. They came in and gave me huge hugs, and everything and everyone was just.... happy. No better way to explain it, just totally and completely happy. They gave me a build-a-bear with a beatles shirt!! It was so cool :)
I could honestly put a million and one pictures up.
We all talked and had a good time. Jack had to stay over night to make sure his rubella was ok, so i got discharged while Kirk and Heather stayed, and that was actually ok, because i didn't feel like it was a goodbye, i felt like it was a "see you later", which they felt too. And they said they would bring him by on sunday (two days after i got home), which was really sweet of them.
I was alright for a few days. It felt like it had all been a weird dream. It really hit hard later though. But that is too long of a story :)
Nowadays, i see Jack every two weeks or so. It has been a lot harder with my work and school, and Jack is getting bigger and more trouble! Cute trouble though :) and Anna makes it all the more busy and fun. They love it. A year ago, they were just a married couple, and now they are the parents of two kids! So crazy.
Some days, it is hard. Its this weird thing, because i can never say "Oh, i miss Jack", i just feel down, and when i finally realize that, i burst into tears. And it is usually around Nick or my mom. Poor people. I have never been able to cry so easily. Goodness!
I know that was a long explanation of my adoption experience, but i hope it means something. And the thing is that it didn't end, and it never will end. It will always be a part of me. Jack makes me who i am today, my life revolves around him. I love him with everything, and I love seeing that he is happy.
I am so grateful for open adoption. Not just the fact that i can see Jack, but that Heather, Kirk, and my relationship is so solid and it is so great. My mom and dad, too, have such a great relationship with them. Then whole thing is just amazing.
People ask if it makes it harder if its open. If it reopens the wound. It really doesn't, it is like a breath of fresh air everytime i see him. It reminds me of who i am, and who i want to be for him. It helps me so much, just to see how he is doing, what he likes to do and see what a happy little spirit he is.
I want to mention something. I know i said a lot in here that he was "my son" or whatever, and i dont want anyone thinking that i was thinking he was mine and don't think he is truly heather and kirks or whatever. I completely believe that they are his parents. They are supposed to be an eternal family, and i will always be his "special mariel".
Sometimes i am so bad at writing so i am sorry if this has been long and tedious!


