The start of a new chapter

"How did this adoption stuff all begin?" you may wonder.  It started many years ago to be quite honest.  Mike and I tried for 2 years to get pregnant.   During that 2 year period, our church had begun to support an orphanage in Kenya, called Into Abbas Arms.  We went to the website and looked at the children's profiles and I saw a brother and sister.  I told Mike to come look at them and asked him if we should adopt them.  Mike said lets look into it.  I emailed the founder of the orphanage and she said that the children at Into Abbas Arms were not adoptable.  It would mean they would have to relinquish the children to the government's care in order for us to adopt and we'd have to live there for 6 months.  She offered for us to stay at the orphanage for 6 months if we did decide to adopt a child from Kenya.  As a result of that email, Mike and I decided that we were not going to pursue this avenue at this time.
So, when we did get pregnant it was very exciting.  I was shocked when the pregnancy test came back positive because I thought it was never going to happen. It was right before Christmas and we were getting ready to go visit Mike's side of the family.  We decided to wait to tell his side of the family until our trip, but we wanted to call my family and close friends.  It was so much fun coming up with sneaky ways to add the announcement to the conversations.  We were so excited to give Mike's parents an early Christmas gift the night we arrived at their home while his brothers, their wives and children all were gathered around.  They opened little bibs that said Grandma and Grandpa.  What fun that was!!  My first ob appointment was on January 2nd.  When the Dr. could not find a heartbeat he said the baby may be too small and we'd try to do a different type of ultrasound.  I didn't think anything of it and I just thought it was for the reason he shared and that the baby was still too young.  When he did a different type of ultrasound, I realized that he was being way too quiet.  He shared with us that something must have happened about 2 weeks prior.  We were heartbroken and I was in shock.  I was majorly depressed for quite some time after that and we grieved so much.  I knew something must have been wrong with me because it took 2 years to get pregnant and then this.  But, by some miracle, I did get pregnant again 6 months later and we now have a beautiful little boy named Noah.  We are very blessed beyond our wildest dreams with him.  We love Noah to pieces and we just think the world of him.
After Noah was about 6 to 9 months old, Mike and I desperately wanted another child.  We felt Noah  should have a brother or sister.  We both have siblings and know the wonder and importance of having a sibling.  Also, we didn't feel that our family was complete just yet. Well, I'll have to finish this story tomorrow.  Stay tuned for the rest of the story.