I have owed you our Levi story for so long now, and I’m so sorry it took me so long to get it posted! I kept waiting for everything to be official, and then it was Thanksgiving, and Christmas, and now finally that life has calmed down a little I can sit down and write this most important post.
I don’t know if I ever mentioned it on the blog, but when Zeke turned one, we started the process of trying to adopt for a second time. We waited for over a year and were starting to get a little frustrated, and then all of a sudden we got the call! I had actually just been talking to a friend about how disappointed I was and how I thought our profile book (that birthparents see) may need to be updated. That very night, around 9:00, our caseworker called. I was actually in the hallway outside Zeke’s room, trying desperately to keep him from climbing out of bed and to get him to go to sleep already (thankfully we are past this stage now!), and was forced to half whisper as I tried to comprehend what our case worker was saying. He said, essentially, that a baby had been born that morning and the birthmother chose us, and could we please come to Detroit the next day to meet her and the baby. WHAT??? I was in shock. Zeke’s bedtime was promptly abandoned (much to his delight), and we started making frantic plans to get a baby-sitter, find our infant car seat, pack to make the trek across the state, etc. It was crazy!
The next morning was when we met Levi. He was in the nicu because of some eating problems, but was doing well. We got a hotel room and spent as much time as we could sitting with Levi, holding him and talking to him. Birthmom had been discharged, so it was just us and the nurses. After a few days we finally got to take him home, and Zeke got to meet his new baby brother!
I was a little worried because we weren’t able to prepare Zeke at all – he got sent off to grandma and grandpa’s house, and when he came home he had a little brother. Surprisingly though, he adapted very well. He loved Levi from the start, which was an answer to prayer.
Because of the county where Levi was born, it took a little extra time to finalize everything, which is why I didn’t share any details on the blog earlier. But now Levi is officially ours and we couldn’t be happier. He is almost 8 months old, crawling everywhere, pulling himself up to stand on everything, and stealing Zeke’s toys like it’s his job. It’s a little crazy around here, but we wouldn’t have it any other way. Now we can’t imagine life without Levi, and we are all so thankful that God made him part of our family!