If you haven't read part one, go HERE.
Although I was assured by our agency that an x-ray is not an unreasonable request and should be easily attained, we were never promised that it would happen. Every few days, I checked in with my main contact there and quickly made myself "the squeaky wheel."
Inside of a week, we received an update about Mrs. Nesbit, consisting of thorough answers to our follow-up questions and six recent and PRECIOUS pictures of her.
Some of our major concerns were taken off the table simply by reading the updated information about her. But before we announced to the world that we had a daughter, we decided to wait for the x-ray so that we could have a better assessment of her future surgical needs.
We then entered a time of delicate emotions. My husband wanted as much information as possible so that he (the amazing provider and planner that he is) could prepare himself for what was ahead and make a confident decision that we were the right family for her and her medical needs.
Being less detailed and more a "step of faith" type of girl, this was a struggle for me. I wanted to take a chance and believe that whatever need met us in the future, we would rise to the occasion with our best effort and God would take care of the rest.
Not being just a planner, but also a very wise man, my husband told me at one point, "Laurie, I can't be pressured into this by you. I want to be 100% in this so that down the road when it gets hard, as it surely will, I won't blame you. I will own it."
Enough said. He made a great point and it reinforced the vow I made on the day we made the decision to pursue adoption. I promised myself and God to never be in the driver's seat. I did not want to pressure or force our family into a direction that my husband (and God) may not be on board for.
I immediately imagined my inner emotions toward this little girl as compressed air inside of me. I kept them to myself. I prayed for her, prayed for the process, our decision, for my husband, and for our marriage.
When we did finally get word on the x-ray, it wasn't what we hoped. Her caretakers had taken her for an x-ray, but she wasn't cooperative (go figure for a 21 month old toddler). Her caretakers had reservations about sedating her in order to get an x-ray, and Kenyon and I were grateful for that. The last thing we wanted was to cause her any harm. I dare say that we were feeling like protective parents already.
Although the information relayed was that they would try again, I think we both realized that it was unlikely that we would get this piece without sedation.
I continued on keeping my mouth shut and letting my husband process this life-altering decision in his own way. Each time the subject came up, I would answer his question or give a short answer and then let the subject die. I had full faith that he would make the right decision for our family. And whatever it was, I was dedicated to unity.
In the midst of all this, he also decided that we should ask God for a sign.
Hold the phone here..... my husband is not the "sign from God" type of guy. In fact, although I consider his faith to be one of the most genuine I know, I often tease him that he can be such a cynic sometimes. A sign from God can be a tricky thing for a cynic to process. In fact, this was the first time in the 15+ years that I've known him that he was asking for a sign from God.
Next up, we ask and God delivers.