Once we had two adopted babies, the adoption agencies shook their heads. They gave first priority to childless couples, and we already had two. We understood that it was only fair that a childless couples request would trump ours, but we still wanted another baby. By this time we had moved to Utah and we heard about an attorney who had an adoption connection in California. We contacted him, and were able to adopt our third baby boy. I was busy with my three little ones, and enjoying life.
Still, I thought I would really like to have a little girl. But about that time, abortions became legal and the attorney’s source in California dried up. My maternal grandmother had adopted a little Korean boy, after the Korean War and I had grown up with him. He was younger than I was and I adored him. So we thought, what would be better than a baby from Korea?
We contacted the Holt Agency in Oregon and applied for a Korean baby girl. About six months later, we drove to California and got our fourth child, a tiny baby girl. She had been sick in the orphanage and she was very small. In fact, there had been some question as to whether she would survive. All the baby clothes I had brought to California for her were too big, and she wouldn’t let me out of her sight. I was obviously her security blanket and she wouldn’t interact with anyone else for quite a while.
She was a wonderful addition to the family and we wanted another one of those so we applied to the Holt Agency for another baby girl and again drove to California. When this baby arrived, I was surprised. She was bigger than all the baby clothes I had brought with me and came with a big smile and open arms for everyone. Not all Americans are alike and not all Koreans are either. 🙂
Now we had five children and for a while that seemed like all we would have because the adoption agencies wouldn’t look at us, and at that time American citizens could only apply for two visas for foreign babies, and we had used ours. But we kept looking for options. (More to follow.)
(I have added a short non-fiction piece about a baby quilt I made during those early years in Delta. It is in the “published essays” section on the right of this page.)