Sarah Mouracade believed she would never have a child, and then a miracle happened. The infertile couples adopted a baby.
When my best friend, Colleen, was 38 weeks pregnant, she invited me to go with her to children’s shops in Anchorage, Alaska. I found out I would never give birth. I was only 29, but doctors declared that I had too many medical complications to conceive.
As we headed to the furniture section, a gray-and-white-striped onesie caught my eyes. The red crab stitched on the backside smiled with bright eyes, implying it had a mystery. I said, “If I ever have a son, I’d want him to have that.”
But then I shook my head no. I didn’t want a reminder of what I couldn’t have. Of course, my husband, John, and I had spoken about adoption. But I worried that the process would only lead to more refusal.
The next Sunday, John and I went to church for the second time in more than a decade. We pained for connection and supposed that this church, which had a reputation for being accepting, might offer that.
As we walked in, I saw a tiny baby cuddled in the arms of a woman with white hair. His head rested on her shoulder, and on his backside was the same red crab I’d seen just eight days before. My breath caught.
I turned to John and whispered, “That’s the outfit I was telling you about.”
During the service, I was fascinated by the infant with fine blond hair sticking straight up from his head. At the end of the service, the reverend stood to make announcements. The white-haired woman walked up beside him, holding the child. I tried to distract myself.
Infertile Couples Adopted a Baby!
At the end of the service, the reverend stood to make announcements. The white-haired woman stepped up beside him, holding the baby.
“Most of you know this woman, and many of you know her daughter’s situation,” he said. “But what you may not know is that this infant needs a home, and he needs it by Thursday.”
At that moment, I was nervous to make a sound. The reverend continued, “If you or anyone you know is thinking about adoption please see us after the service.” I felt a hand on my lap and looked at John. He had tears in his eyes too. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” he whispered.
We marched to the area where a group of people had gathered around the woman and the baby. I saw the child’s face for the first time. John was confident enough to hold him, but I was not. She took our phone numbers, saying the family would follow up.
That evening, they came to our home. Before we sat down, the mom asked whether I would like to hold her baby. This time I said yes. He fit well in my arms. Over the next hour, we heard that he was four weeks old and that twelve families had proposed to adopt him. When they stood to leave, I gave her baby back to her. Then I turned toward John, embracing wordlessly.
The next morning as I brushed my teeth, my phone rang. “We picked you” was all I heard.
Two days later, the baby moved into our home. And it is a wonderful thing that will ever happen to me.
