A life without children seemed a curse without a cure. My whole life I had dreamed of motherhood only to have those dreams crushed with the words “You and your husband are not likely to conceive children together.” For seven long years, we waited for our empty arms to be filled.
I read an article from Focus on the Family about embryo adoption. We quickly decided to pursue this exciting adoption option and finished our home study and submitted all our paperwork. In what seemed like no time at all, we received the much-anticipated phone call! A genetic family in the northwestern United States had chosen us to adopt their embryos. They mailed us a letter about themselves and pictures of their family.
Transfer day arrived. Two weeks later we received the news we had waited so long to hear. I was pregnant!
Nine months later, we sat staring at the most beautiful little boy we had ever laid eyes on. Our hearts are filled with gratitude for the family that chose life for our son and allowed us the privilege of becoming parents. When we look at our son, we see the fingerprints of God. Infertility was a devastating storm in our life, but the seasons of plenty that came from the rain resulted in a gift of hope—our son, snowflake baby #8, Tanner James.
