For those of you who do not know me I am Kara. My husbands name is John.
John and I have been together since we were both 15 in high school. Back then when we were dreaming of our possible future we had a discussion about adoption. We both agreed that we were the type of people who were ok with that idea. We even decided that a little girl from China would be cute. You know the way that a 17 year old may say it.
Again about 6 years later, after we were married, when we decided to have children the idea of adoption was there as a back up if for some reason we were not able to conceive. Yet we had no problems in that area and now have two children Allie who is currently 3 and Ethan who is currently 14 mo.
John and I have always said that we would like three or four children. Another plan from high school. Even if it may come to a shock to John's family the higher number came from him.
Before we had our second child we moved into a bigger house knowing that we would eventually need more room. We plan on being in this house for the long haul. At least until we can no longer use stairs. You are probably wondering why I even mention the house. Well.. it has five bedrooms and two bathrooms all on the second floor. It seems like we have plenty of room to add more players to "Team Weber".
However after having our second child, almost the day after we were both saying that we would not be saddened by the thought of not being in the delivery ward again. It was a totally positive experience don't get me wrong but we both had the feeling that this was going to be our last visit/stay. I wouldn't describe either of my pregnancies or deliveries as difficult or horrible. They were for the most part positive experiences aside from some unusual things such as a broken rib both times during the end of the pregnancy. (ah the life of a singer),that is another story, and some extra bleeding with my second delivery, nothing that would keep us from having more.
Two months after Ethan was born John and I had a discussion about our future family plans. We always say, we will have to wait and see how this goes. Both of our children I would describe as easy babies so it was around that two to three month mark when our lives started to feel normal again. We had the discussion about having another child and neither of us felt the need or want to go the pregnancy route again. Of course who ever feels like they want to be pregnant only two months post delivery. But it was at this time the idea of adoption came to us again this time we were more serious.
It felt like God was telling us that our future child was not waiting for us at the end of that road again, they would be waiting somewhere else, somewhere far away. That is when we were first excited about our new little one and we began to pray for them. We pray that they will be born healthy, that they will be in a safe place and well taken care of until they come home to us.
I even remember Tori, John's cousin asking us at the Fourth of July family bash back in 2007 if we were done having kids. I remember saying at that time that John and I were "thinking" of adopting a child from South Korea. It was the first time we had said anything to anyone, outside of our parents, and even when talking to them it was just to hear their opinion about the idea. The news traveled fast. I had a few people who were not around ask us questions about it later that night. We knew we better tell the rest of our close family members what we were thinking at that point so that no one would have to hear it second hand.
"For I know the plans I have for you...plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Jeremiah 29:11