Emma has a very special story of her own and it goes like this. It was July 27, 1998. I had been at work about 15 min when I got a phone call from an old neighbor that knew we couldn't have kids. The neighbor had heard about a baby girl who'd been born the day before and would need to be adopted and did we want to adopt her, we'd need to take her home today or the next day. I immediately said yes, I didn't even call Matt, my husband to ask. The neighbor said she'd talk to the birth dad's sister and have her call me. That was how my Thursday began. Then I ran to a private little cubbie and called Matt and told him what had happened. Neither of us could believe it. It was craziness. Mom and Gretchen kept calling me and the birth dad's sister was. Needless to say I couldn't get any work done. I kept repeating the verse, Give thanks for everything, and with prayer and supplication make your prayers made known to the Lord and the peace of God which surpasses all understanding will guard your hearts and minds, over and over and over. I couldn't even find any other words to pray. So much could go wrong and it would all be over. About 2:30, I got a call from the birth aunt (?) and she said it a go and to find an attorney. I ran to the phone book and called the first person who was in Salem and told him our crazy story. He told me to go home and get ready and be at his office tomorrow at 9:30. I told my boss and she hugged me and said, "You're a mom!" Which hadn't occured to me yet. We went home, loaded up a list Gretchen had compiled for us of where to get what, since we had NOTHING! We went to Costco, Target, and Walmart getting a car seat, diapers, wipes, formula, bottles, bottle liners, and a few outfits. It was a whirlwind. We got home and there was a message from the birth aunt that we could go to the hospital to see the baby. It was already 8:15, but we dumped all the stuff out and ran to the hospital. The nurses knew we were coming and were so sweet to us. They brought us this tiny little package, with brown hair, beautiful lips and big blue eyes. She was tiny. She was our Emma Rose. We got on the hospital phone and called my mom's house. They yelled at us, where have you been??? I told them, "We're at the hospital and we're holding her right now." They cried. By this time, their nervous energy was at an all time high. They'd already planned a baby shower, written, addressed and mailed all the invitations. They were joyfully calling all our family and telling them the news. It was pandemonium. We reluctantly let her go back to her little bed and we drove home. When we got there, our friends Chad and Christy were waiting for us. They'd bought a little cake and balloons and a gift and we had an impromptu baby shower around 11:00 that night. Chad and Matt were cleaning out the office, which was now her room and trying to figure out how to put the carseat in the car. We finally went to bed. Friday morning we nervously drove to the attorney's office. Now, remember, he was the first one I called. He still had acne!! He was just our of law school and had opened his own practice! We told him what we knew. He told us to call the hospital to see what they needed us to do in order to bring her home. All we had to do was sign 2 papers, 2 PAPERS, that was it and we could take her home. We rushed out of his office, to the hospital and practically ran to the car and then drove as s l o w as humanly possible home. Our garage door had "Welcome Home, Emma Rose!" banner. My mom and dad and sister and her kids were there.
WE WERE HOME WITH EMMA ROSE LESS THAN 24 HRS AFTER WE GOT THE FIRST CALL ABOUT HER!
ISN'T GOD AMAZING???
And that is Emma Rose Wilson's story.
