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Turning Tides

As told to Leah Gebber

When my husband and I discovered that we couldn’t have children of our own, I made a decision. This would not shape our future. I wanted a big family: a den littered with toys, the shouts and laughter reverberating through the house, a line of cereal boxes on top of the fridge. In our world, those who are single or childless are lost. It’s a cruel reality. But I had so much love to give. And so we found an adoption lawyer and explored the different adoption routes.

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

One evening, we were on our way to a chasunah and my husband returned to the house to pick up something he’d forgotten. In the two minutes he was in the house, the phone rang. The lawyer. A baby. A baby was on the way to the States from Eastern Europe. Would we be ready to meet him the next day at JFK? Yes. Yes. Yes! He gave my husband instructions regarding the legalities and hung up. My husband stared at the receiver in his hand. A baby. But was it a boy or a girl? He called him back: “A boy or girl?” “A boy.” A boy! The next day was the happiest day of our lives. My husband and I both took the day off work and drove to a Toys “R” Us superstore. The fluorescent lighting gave the day an otherworldly glow; a hundred cartoon characters grinned down at us, we looked up and returned their smiles. We raced through the aisles, throwing in our carts everything we might need for the baby who would be joining our lives in just a few hours. Pacifiers, check. Blankets, check. Diapers. Wasn’t a diaper just a diaper? Apparently not, I realized as I looked at the endless brands and sizes. I picked up a package and examined it. How big was the baby, anyway? He was three weeks old, but we didn’t know more than that. We took three packages of each. By the time we headed to checkout, we had six carts filled with paraphernalia that we had no idea how to use. It was an amazing day. 

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