So, the recurring theme in our lives right now is that nothing goes according to plan. And, our hospital experience was no different.

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We met the potential birth mom for the very first time in the hospital waiting room. We hugged. We chatted. Once again, we talked about the weather, amongst many other things.

She was moved to a delivery room. They did all the medical stuff while we waited in a new waiting room.

She invited us into the delivery room, which was not according to her plan. We chatted some more as we watched TV together. We continued to get to know each other.

Mr. MPB, and I left the room when she needed to sleep and doctors/nurses were checking on her. We slept/watched TV in the waiting room. We went back to the waiting room, trying to sleep and trying to stay sane.

All the sudden we got word that baby was on the way!

And the next thing I know, we were waiting by the door. I have no idea how long we actually waited for, but it was no more than a few minutes.

Once we got word that we could come in, we did.

We met our son for the very first time. A moment I will never forget as long as I live.

Then, the hospital informed us that they did not have policy which allowed for baby and birth mom to be in separate rooms (our potential birth mom had requested that baby and adoptive parents get a room and birth mom gets another). So, baby and birth mom had to be in the same room until discharge. Instantly, the birth mom asked us to stay in her room with baby.

And so we did.

This meant it was all of us in one small hospital room for 24 hours!! And if that was crazy enough we also had a steady stream of her friends visiting to see the birth mom, meet baby and us. It was awesome seeing so many people loving this one child!

Mr. MPB and I did all the basic baby care – feeding and diaper changes with the help of nurses whenever we needed help (and as first time parents, we needed help at least a few times). Birth mom was able to snuggle him whenever she wanted and help in whatever way she wanted to. We made decisions together regarding initial vaccinations and testing. Together we filled in paperwork together, talked with baby’s doctors and our adoption social worker. All of us, knowing exactly what was going on.

The hospital’s inability to implement her birth plan was truly was the best thing that could have happened.

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