All because two people fell in love...and found themselves infertile
On this date in 1950, my parents were married. My dad was 23 and my mom 22. They met at Mt. Ida Junior College, where my mom was a student and my dad was visiting a friend from high school. Both were the youngest of three children. A lot younger. My mom by 12 years and my dad by 10. It is safe to say they came to their parents unexpectedly and yet they made their families complete.
Once married, they were anxious to start a family. They were patient when it didn't happen right away. After several years with no pregnancy, they were discouraged, but still felt it would happen eventually. They visited their doctor, and then specialists, none of whom could find any physical reason that my mother could not get pregnant.
It was after celebrating 10 years of marriage that they finally and reluctantly accepted the fact that they were not going to be able to begin a family in the way that they had planned. Infertility is a loss and I am sad that my parents had to go through those years of trying and then being disappointed month after month, year after year. And yet....I am grateful too. Grateful that their love for each other remained strong and their desire to become parents lead them to adoption. Grateful that in February of 1962 they became parents of a 6 month old boy, my brother, Bradley. Grateful that they loved being parents so much that in November of 1963 they welcomed a two month old daughter, me, into their family. Grateful that 2 years later, after 15 years of infertility my mother found herself pregnant at long last, with my sister Candace.
The circumstances that lead to adoption usually involve loss. I feel for the loss my parents felt when they were unable to conceive. I also feel for the loss my birthparents, who were teenagers, felt when I was relinquished for adoption. I know my birthmother loved me and was not given the choice to raise me. My brother's birthmother was not a teenager but his birthfather was a married man. Imagine all the circumstances, most of them involving loss, that needed to line up in order for my family to become my family.
I guess the full title of this post could be 'All because two people fell in love, found themselves infertile, two other woman had unexpected pregnancies and had to say goodbye to their babies at the same time the infertile couple finished their home studies and were approved to become adoptive parents and and finally the infertile couple found they weren't infertile after all.'