Open Adoption: A Living Miracle – Megan’s Story

2007 was a horrible, terrible, no good year. Well, except for the fact that my handsome son, John Henry, was born and I didn’t die. That pretty much sums up the year. After a pregnancy plagued by a rare neurological disorder brought on by high levels of progesterone, we were sternly warned to never attempt another pregnancy. They needn’t have said a single thing to us; one was more than enough.

Our extended family had been blessed by adoption several times and we knew before John Henry was ever born that any future children would come to us through adoption. We began filling out our mountains of paperwork before John Henry was a year old and approved to adopt in January of 2009, knowing that the average wait time for a domestic adoption was a little over two years. We also knew that couples who were proactive in their adoption efforts often decreased that wait significantly. I have an MBA with an emphasis in entrepreneurship and social marketing. So we learned everything we could about domestic adoption and I threw the full force of my education and experience into promoting our desire to adopt.

One of the things that couples looking to adopt domestically are rarely told is that most of them will go through at least one failed adoption. Laws in this country protect the rights of the birth parents (as they should) to parent their child until after the birth of the baby, depending on the state, for as long as six months. (Three to seven days is a more common waiting time before a birth parent can sign relinquishment papers.)
My husband, Lincoln, and I are just over achievers, I guess. In 2009 we suffered through four failed adoptions and by November of 2009 we pulled all of our profiles down. We weren’t giving up, but we were heart broken. We needed some healing time. I believe that God often lets us get to that brokenhearted stage so that we will truly recognize and appreciate a miracle when he sends it to us.

In December of 2009 I got a call from our agency. I didn’t respond right away because I thought they were only calling to tell us that we needed to renew our home study and I didn’t want to think about that right then. A few days later I got several phone messages and an urgent email from our case worker to “Call her right away!” I finally did.
Because we had matched the very specific requirements of a potential birth mother they had sent our profile to her. She wanted to talk to us, and more so, she wanted to place with us! WHAT? We were so excited, and yet so afraid to open our hearts once again.
I talked to Lisa (*not her real name*) on the phone for the first time a week or so later and it was as if we were long lost friends. Her story was heartbreaking and I mourned with her. We spent the next several weeks getting to know her through email and over the phone.

In February I flew to Alaska several days before Lisa was scheduled to be induced. Those were precious days for me. The day I first saw her in person there was no awkwardness; we hugged as if we had known each other our whole lives and fell into the happy and comfortable conversation of old friends.
Lincoln and I spent the entire day in the hospital with Lisa the day she was induced. It was a slow and painful labor and we did what we could to make her more comfortable. Finally, more than twelve hours after her initial induction, they gave her an epidural and things moved fast from there. Our son, Leo was born late at night. I was with Lisa as she delivered. I got to cut the umbilical cord and it was one of the most miraculous experiences of my life. I cried as they handed this precious baby to Lisa. A baby who would bond two mothers together for life.
She held him and I kissed her and told her how amazing she was, and then she handed him to the nurse. I was torn. Should I go with the baby or should I stay with Lisa? As a true mother, Lisa told me what to do. I called Lincoln to come into the room and we assisted as the nurse cleaned, measured and swaddled our newborn son.


The next few days were a whirlwind of emotions. If you were under the impression that a person can only feel one emotion at a time, let me assure you that you are wrong. I was flooded by every emotion known to man, often hitting me in waves, one after another, without respite. But in the chaos of feelings swirling around the adults, the perfect calm of a sweet, new baby anchored us and we moved forward.
Lincoln had to return to Washington to his job and our older son. I stayed behind in Alaska, waiting for clearance to leave the state and for an opening on a flight back to the lower 48. Lisa and I spent at least part of everyday together. We took turns holding our precious boy, kissing him, feeding him and smelling him.
Some might think this would have been difficult for Lisa; spending so much time with the child she had carried, nurtured and given birth to, but would not be parenting. I’m sure it wasn’t the easiest thing in the world, but she cherished the time to tell him how much she loved him and to say goodbye. Like most birth mothers, Lisa is an amazingly strong woman.
Some might think this would have been difficult for me, ‘allowing’ Leo’s birth mother to spend so much time with him, to cuddle him and to bond with him. Some might assume I would feel threatened or anxious that she would change her mind. But they would be wrong. I would not have had it any other way.

Lisa and I share the bond of motherhood; each of us giving Leo something that the other could not. We both love our son fiercely, and each of us have and will continue to make great sacrifices to ensure he is given the very best we can give him.
Leo is now four years old. He is a little tank, full of energy and kisses for his mama. He loves dinosaurs and puzzles. I talk to Lisa often, on the phone and online. I try to get Leo to talk to her too, but the most we ever get out of him is “hi!” before he is off running again. We are also friends on Facebook. She watches Leo grow and shares in the journey. I get support from her as I parent, someone to ask about medical concerns and best of all, the knowledge that Leo will know his birth mama and know how much he is loved by both of us. We are planning a vacation together for later this year.

Adoption is a miracle. Open adoption is a living miracle. It takes work. It takes strength. Its rewards are infinite.


Megan is a mother who, in her search to grow her family, has become very passionate about adoption. She wants others to have access to the fruits of her obsessive need to educate herself on such an important topic.
She is married to the most wonderful man on the planet (who is terribly good looking as a bonus!) and is called Mama by a precocious and delightful six year-old and a loving and sweet four year-old little tank.
You can find more information about adoption from some of Megan’s favorite blogs, and


21 thoughts on “Open Adoption: A Living Miracle – Megan’s Story

  1. I love this beautiful story. God is so GOOD! It is awesome that you let people know that an ‘unwanted’ child really is wanted, and that there are better options than abortion. I am sorry you were sick. I didn’t have what you did, but had toxemia (AKA preeclampsia) and hyperemesis throughout the whole pregnancy. Besides being an ultimate loving thing to do, adoption is good for people like us who can’t have children or don’t want to die or feel like dying in the process. God Bless you!

  2. thank you for sharing your story with us. I am adopted, and I have always been thankful that my birth mom chose life. Since I was born in 1973, she had other options in a time when having a baby as a single woman was very looked down upon. I have never questioned that the sacrifice she made was made in love for me. I have wonderful parents and feel like God couldn’t have placed me in a better home. 🙂 It’s interesting to read another adoptive experience that is so different than mine! Thanks for sharing this! 🙂

    • Wow, that is so awesome, Rosanne! If you would ever like to share your story, I would love to hear it! You can email me at And I hope you come back to read more powerful stories of motherhood…I have two more adoption stories lined up for the coming weeks!

  3. What a beautiful story! I am so thankful that your adoption experience was so positive. Thank for sharing at The Weekend Brew!

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