Tough Week

After having what I would consider an "eventful" and exciting week last week, this one brought quite a different batch of emotions. Some I suppose I wasn't quite prepared for. I wasn't going to blog about it but earlier this week, I visited another adoptive mom's blog and she was experiencing similar feelings and it brought me comfort to know that I wasn't alone. So, here goes nothing!

I think the best word to describe this week is "funk." I was in a deep "funk." I wouldn't say that I was negative. I was however, in a haze. I was at times sad. I was even angry. I just wanted Wesley to be home. I knew that there were families who had been waiting longer than us that needed to go first (and rightfully so), but that didn't take away the feelings I had of missing him. He's going to be our first, our baby and after so many years it's so close. I'm just finding it hard to be patient.

I also wondered why our foster mom hadn't sent us updated photos of Wesley. It seemed as though the majority of the other families from our agency (the ones I know of at least) had received some by now. I was extremely happy for those other families, and LOVED seeing their updated photos. I just couldn't help thinking to myself, "It's been over 2 months, what must he look like now? How big is he? How much has he changed?"

Then, yesterday I came home from work (still in the FUNK) and there was a package on the kitchen island. It was from my mother-in-law. Brian and I opened it together. It was an adorable turtle pillow that she had picked up while in Florida for the winter. She had told me about awhile ago and I had completely forgotten. What a treat! It is so soft and so cute. Wesley is going to absolutely love it!

And then, today we received a card from Brian's Grandmother (Gram) who is the last living grandparent on either side of our families. We waited until Christmas to share the good news about Wesley with her. She was sending us her well wishes as well as some information about the name Wesley that we were not aware of. Apparently Wesley has some history on the Fuller side of the family. Gram's grandfather's name was Charles Wesley and then she had three cousins named Wesley. Who knew??? This was very exciting news to both Brian and myself as we didn't have any idea of the family history. We had chosen his name for an entirely different reason (another blog will explain).

So moving forward, I'm going to try and find strength in the positive things that have come this week. The support we have received from Nanny (Brian's Mom) and Gram meant more than they will ever know. I find comfort in knowing that Wesley is in good hands and that we will have him home soon. Until then, all I can do is keep saying my prayers each night. . .