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Baby Gift

Gila Arnold

The phone call they’ve been waiting for — a baby available for adoption — might sound like the end of a happily-ever-after tale, but it belies all the turmoil that came before. Still, parents who’ve managed to navigate the rigorous social services evaluations that often overlap with the disappointment of another failed treatment are finally reaping the rewards.

Tuesday, September 01, 2015

“We get several new calls a week from couples,” says Brany Rosen, director of A T.I.M.E., an international organization that provides wide-ranging support to couples suffering from infertility. “If you gave me 100 babies today, I could place them all in a second.” Yet while the demand is there, the road to adoption is not easy, and often the first hurdle to overcome is the decision itself. “Couples fear that deciding to adopt means they’re giving up on their dreams of having their own babies,” says Brany. “We emphasize that Hashem has many ways of sending a baby to his family.” Yettie Katz, who together with her husband Alter is director of A T.I.M.E.’s adoption services, recalls being at an A T.I.M.E. retreat, where one of the workshop facilitators spoke about the beauty of adoption. “I stood up and said, ‘No way! I’m not giving up!’ ” Yettie recounts the chain of events that brought them to adopt their first child. She had already been childless for several years when a rebbetzin she knew advised her to daven at the kever of the Noam Elimelech. “I thought she was crazy,” recalls Yettie. “But my mother booked me a ticket to Lizhensk.” After she and her husband davened at the kever, she felt a strong sense that this time, their prayers would be answered — so strong that, at the airport on the way home, she ducked into the duty-free shop and bought some liquor, for their upcoming shalom zachar or kiddush. Two days later, they got a phone call that a baby was available for adoption. Were they interested? “Up until then, I didn’t want to consider adoption,” says Yettie. “But now, for the first time, I said yes.” They called the baby Elimelech.

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