My Sweet Petey Pie

My goodness is my heart just pounding

with joy and excitement

in sharing that our little family is in every way complete.

As of the the 13th of March

our little boy is officially ours

and we are his!

Our Peter came to us through Health and Welfare when he was just 5 days old.

When we received the call we were NOT on the list to take

any new foster placements.

We were also at that moment in the car driving to the IVF clinic 

to find out whether or not I was pregnant. 

Panic and confusion quickly surfaced

I couldn't help but think

"Great, this is God giving me a baby but not the one I want."

I know that sounds terrible, but I was already in a terrible state

wanting so badly for this round of IVF to bring us 

the miracle we so desperately wanted to come to fruition.  

With no time to process what this placement would mean,

we said "yes", knowing all to well that H&W 

would have no trouble placing a newborn baby. 

While waiting for results of my blood work,

we picked up this tiny 5 lb. cutie

and headed to K-mart for diapers and such.

And that is where we were when we got the call,

the call that changed our lives forever.

We were PREGNANT.

Little did we know then that the call just hours earlier

was just as much a life changer!!!

If you've followed my blog these last 18 months

you know that my pregnancy was a nightmare from

start to finish. Not exactly an ideal situation for caring 

for a newborn baby (and two other foster kiddos!).

I was SO sick, and I can't even say just how many times

I asked my husband to let us send our Peter to another home.

There was little possibility of the case going to adoption,

that it didn't always seem logical to me to keep him.

I just wanted to sleep, and not toss my cookies 

every time he soiled his britches. 

But hubby just kept insisting that we make it work.

He even stepped up to the "changing table"

 and took care of all the stinky britches

whenever he was home! 

Then again after the birth of our daughter I was so ill from

the ordeal my body endured during my delivery 

that I questioned why we weren't sending him to another home.

I was unable to even pick him up for over a month,

how could I not think he would be better cared for by another foster momma?

H&W was still very adamant that his case

 would not result in an outside adoption. 

Again my husband was the one that stepped up and took care of Pete

when I could not and thank goodness he did!

At 14 months we were preparing for our little guy to be sent to his new home

when we got the call that was most unexpected -

we were chosen to be Peter's adopted family!

I think I had them repeat themselves two or three times

just to make sure I understood them right.

My babies are just over 7 months apart.

They are quickly becoming the best of friends,

and I can't hardly wait to watch the two of them grow up together.

Peter is such a little fellow that I call him

Annalea's big "little" brother. 

Baby girl already outweighs him by 4lbs.

On March 13th we legally became a family. 

But the way I see it

we came to be a family back in 2012

in a K-mart checkout line.