I’m so glad you’re joining me for What to Read Wednesday. I’m excited to meet our guest author today and I think you will be too. Please help me welcome Patricia Yager Delagrange to the blog. Patricia is sharing her very personal journey regarding the adoption of her daughter, which ties in with her release Passing Through Brandiss. I think you’ll enjoy what she has to share.
Afterward, don’t forget to check out her book and enter her giveaway!
Take it away Patricia …
A major part of Passing Through Brandiss is that Allessandra wants to give her unborn child up for adoption immediately after she gives birth. She’s selected Annie, the woman she’s befriended and works for, to be her baby’s adoptive parent. Annie must make an extremely difficult decision because she has a biological son, Rafe, who has been her focus for ten years. She doesn’t want Rafe to feel neglected and she won’t adopt a baby without her son’s approval. When finally the two of them decide to adopt Allessandra’s child, both Annie and Rafe are happy about their decision.
But the adoption doesn’t go as planned and the result is devastating to both Annie and Rafe.
My husband and I adopted our daughter which is why I wanted to write about this subject. I’d given birth to our son and when he turned four, my husband and I wanted another child. Then I found out I was peri-menopausal and the likelihood of getting pregnant again was very small. So instead of trying in vitro fertilization, we decided to adopt. We found an attorney who handled only open adoptions.
When we first met with the attorney both of us were uncomfortable with an open adoption. We didn’t want to have contact with the birth mother after the adoption. I think our feelings stemmed from possessiveness. We wanted to feel the child was only “ours” and we didn’t want any interference with the birth mother. But the attorney explained that the amount of connection between us and the birth mother was our decision so we decided to give it a shot.
After creating our “family brochure” we waited. But we didn’t have to wait for long. Within about four months we were notified that Kim wanted to meet us. We were so excited, hoping it would go well. We drove two hours to meet up with her and spent the afternoon with her at a group home for pregnant mothers. She invited us to stay for dinner so that we could get to know each other. Also, she wanted her friends’ ‘opinions of us. We actually didn’t feel as if we were under a microscope because we, too, were deciding whether we felt comfortable with Kim.
The evening went so well and we had so many laughs and fun together that at the end of the night Kim asked if we would like to adopt her baby. We all cried happy tears.
Kim went into labor a few weeks early and we were not prepared. We had no baby clothes, except what we had saved from our son. My husband was at work and had to finish up the job before he could leave. We arrived at the hospital about two hours after Kim gave birth and my husband gave our new baby her first bottle. We hung out with Kim all evening in her hospital room and the next day picked up our daughter and drove away. I’ll never forget looking out the back window, watching Kim wave goodbye to us. We could see she was crying and distraught but we knew she believed she was doing the right thing. And we agreed with her.
I only have positive things to say about our daughter’s adoption. Everything was handled legally and we didn’t have to wait very long either. We expected the possibility of waiting for years and are so glad that didn’t happen. Of course, we couldn’t predict how we’d feel about our adopted daughter but it didn’t take long to fall in love with her.
And that’s never changed.
husband, Annie and her young son search for a new life full of meaning and
hope. Fate nudges Annie into the arms of a man whose wife disappeared with his
child years ago.
teenager she hires to help her with her garden asks Annie to adopt her baby and
shortly afterwards the long-lost wife of the man Annie loves reappears.
with grief and heartache, the experiences demonstrate how, even in the face of
overwhelming sorrow, opening her heart and home to those most in need of love
has reaped unexpected joy for Annie and her son.
A cream-colored blanket covered him from the waist down, a white sheet folded over at the edge. Gauze shielded the top part of his head and a black accordion tube snaked out of his mouth. Machines surrounded his bed, blinking and beeping, the rhythm oddly calming.
He was alive.
Annie laced her fingers with his and squeezed, willing her energy to pass through him, as if her touch could keep him more alive than the contraptions. She leaned over the side of the bed, kissed his cheek, inhaling the sickeningly sweet scent of Betadine.
Suddenly the beeps burst to life, louder, more insistent and irritating. A thin blue line, straight and flat, slid across the black screen on the monitor above his bed.
Firm hands grasped Annie’s shoulders and pulled her away from his bedside.
“What are you doing? Stop! What’s happening?”
A nurse tugged on Annie’s arm and led her through the doorway. “Mrs. Davidson. You have to leave the room. Now.”
Annie glanced back at Cam before passing the room’s threshold, shuffled backward into the hallway and banged against the wall. Doctors and nurses raced from all directions and funneled to Cam’s bedside.
She stared at the closed door to Cameron’s room, her eyes burning. “Please, God, save him. I need him. Rafe needs him. Don’t let him die.” No matter how busy God was, helping other people in the world, perhaps Annie’s personal plea would reach Him.
She envisioned a happy scenario. Cam was going to pull through. She knew it.
The door swung open. Dr. Tsao walked out slowly, eyes and head angled down until she reached the middle of the wide hallway. Annie pushed away from the wall. Their eyes met.
The doctor didn’t have to say a word. The downward twist of her lips, the flat glaze of her eyes. Annie knew Dr. Tsao wouldn’t be uttering the words she hoped to hear.
Patricia attended St. Mary’s College, studied her junior year at the University
of Madrid, received a B.A. in Spanish at UC Santa Barbara then went on to get a
Master’s degree in Education at Oregon State University. She lives with her
husband and two teenage children in Alameda, across the bay from San Francisco,
along with two very large chocolate labs, Annabella and Jack. Her Friesian
horse Maximus lives in the Oakland hills in a stall with a million dollar view.