Tuesday, June 19, 2012
June 19, 2011
We'd known about Dez for 2 weeks already. We were advised to wait to meet him for one main reason: on account of his cuteness, knowing it would sway us. They wanted a yes or no before we met him.
We'd pretty much decided it was a "yes" unless someone told us otherwise (parental rights hadn't been terminated yet). So we agreed to meet him. As soon as Russ got home from work, we all climbed in the car and headed the ten miles west. I was all, "I promise I'll protect my heart, Russ, geez. I can meet a baby who might need a mom and be TOTALLY unattached, watch me."
When we arrived and rang the doorbell, the nurse told us it would be a minute. They heard we were coming and wanted to give him a bath and a fresh outfit so he'd look his tiny-self best.
And they brought him into the room. And my promise flew out the window.
And here we are, a year later...