Open Adoption Roundatable #29

Heather at "Production, Not Reproduction" has opened a new Open Adoption Roundtable discussion. This roundtable was inspired by her visit to the BlogHer conference. She attended a session where bloggers actually got up and read their own favorite blog entries. She has encouraged the rest of us to share our own favorite blog posts and explain why it is our favorite.

I have chosen "Come Monday, It Will Be Alright". When I posted this, we were at a crossroad. We had just experienced the loss of a failed adoption and six weeks later experienced the high of being asked to meet with our son's birthmother. We were still healing, yet we had a glimmer of hope at finally becoming parents.

9/11 Ten years on

A lot happens in 10 years. Hunter and I watched the United 93 movie last night and I reminded him that 10 years ago today, we hadn't even met. We met in November of 2001. And now we are a family of 3. He's too young to know what today is all about. But Hunter and I will make sure he understands what happened in NY, at the Pentagon and Shanksville, PA.

We survivied the earthquake and hurricane

I'm late posting this, but we made it through the big natural disaster week on the East Coast just fine. Irene hit on a Saturday. So, for once, Hunter was at home. We did just fine until 1pm and then we lost power. Hurricane with a baby, very interesting! Actually, the baby was great. I think it was just the anticipation of the unknown that made it all so difficult.

We entertained ourselves without power until dinner time. We sat looking out at our deck. I made sure the humming bird feeder was full before the storm so the birds could tank up before heading out before the storm. But they stuck around. This picture was taken at the height of the storm.

We finally fired up the generator around 6pm so we were able to feed and bathe the baby and put him to sleep. We still didn't know what would happen after midnight, so we put his pack and play in our half bath. No windows! He slept pretty good until about 5:30am.

We were all up after that. The Electric Co-Op that Hunter works for called him in around 8am Sunday morning. And so began my week as a single parent. Poor Hunter worked until after 9pm every night and was up and gone by 4:15am every morning. And just in time for this difficult week, the baby started cutting teeth!

But we survived. Hunter worked 90+ hours. It took the Co-Op about one week to get every one's power back on. It all sucked. But Isabelle was worse, so we are grateful to have been spared. Sorry to all the folks in the Outer Banks of NC and up north.

Hunter didn't see RJ from Sunday night until Saturday morning. He's still catching up on his sleep.