On Wednesday morning my wonderful husband and I will be getting onto a plane and heading west towards sun, beaches and relaxation. I can’t wait. It is a well deserved rest for the both of us and we really need the time alone.
However, as we get ready to head out to Hawaii this week, we have had to ponder a difficult topic. It is the first time we are leaving our child. She has only spent one night away from home, even then we were only twenty minutes away. As responsible adults we have to imagine the worst so that we can be prepared. For example; some horrible thing befalls us making our sweet baby an orphan.
Contemplating this saga has made us both in turn sad, angry, and frustrated. Fact is, we can’t think of anyone who would be good enough for our angel. One set of sibblings are more religious than we can handle, another set isn’t really ready to take on this kind of responsibility. The best suited set of sibblings lives on the other side of the country, far from everything C has always known. One set of grandparents doesn’t want to take on such a task at this time of their lives and the other set is divorced and living second lives where small children just don’t fit in. It would be much easier to ignore the situation, pray for the best, and hope that the grandparents would rise to the occasion and deal should the need be felt, but we can’t, it wouldn’t be fair to them, and it wouldn’t be fair to C.
Tomorrow I will call the sibbling on the east coast and tell her that she is our first choice as surogate mother. I really hope she is amenable to our plan, because she’s our only hope. Once that is dealt with my next biggest task will be to figure our what I have to pack for C’s weeklong stay at grandma and grandpa’s.