We don’t know what God has in store for us, or what life has in store for us. The only thing we know is that we should never give up hope that things will work out in the end as long as we keep believing in miracles.
This is the incredible storey of Heather Crockett Oram, who lives in Utah. She wrote it down and sent it to us. Here, we’ll tell you a little about what she’s been through and how she’s been able to enjoy some of the things she has.
She’s being honest when she talks about not being able to become a mother to a child she would have inside of her.
This doesn’t make her any less of a mother to the beautiful children who came into her life in one way or another. I think it’s so heartfelt and sweet that you might not be able to keep your tears in.
It was when I was 6 weeks old that I went to get an ultrasound because I was having problems with my stomach. They noticed that my ovaries were not connected the right way.” They thought it would be best to get rid of them all.
The news came to me when I was 13 years old. I would never be able to have a family. It was then that I started to look into adoption. With each new year that went by, I grew more afraid of having to tell a future partner that I couldn’t give birth to our children. Then I met Jason, and he was very nice to me He was a single father to two wonderful little boys, and we fell in love with him.
Before we got married, I told him the most important thing in my life. One that only a few people knew. I cried when I told him. Grabbed my face. He said it didn’t matter how our kids came to us.
They would be ours. When we were adopted last June, we were given the go ahead. Our decision came after a lot of research. We didn’t want to use a service. In the end, they cost about $55K.
There were too many shady people around. So we set out to do it on our own, and we did. We used the internet and social media to “market” ourselves. We made a Facebook page for adoption and paid for ads that were only for people who were interested in that page, too.
To show people how we were living, we had an Instagram page with pictures. It turns out that some women tried to get money from us. Then we got a message on Facebook, so we went to check it. We got an email from a young woman who told us that her friend was pregnant and was looking for a family.
It was September 1 when this woman from Missouri called us. We talked for about an hour and a half. It took us a month to build a strong friendship, but we kept getting more excited. There was no official proof that she was pregnant from her, but that didn’t bother us. People can make fake ultrasounds and blood tests all the time on the web. This woman was someone I could trust, but my husband wanted to renew our adoption.com profile for another year.
People who are pregnant sent us a message on October 2. We renewed it on October 1. Because she was interested in us, she had looked at our profile and wanted to meet us in person. a little diner that is about 20 minutes from our house two days after we first met at the diner At the very moment we thought she had cheated on us, a very pregnant girl and her mother came into the room.
We hugged and she showed us the ultrasounds of a little boy who is going to be born. In the next few minutes, he started to kick, and she let me touch her belly. After breakfast, she asked us how we felt. She then asked us if we could adopt her baby and love him for the rest of our lives.
Neither Jason nor I were able to hold back our tears. There is a diner in the middle of the place In a state of shock. 3 weeks after that, we were there to see our son Andy born. I was the first person to hold him and kiss his little hands. When did that happen? It was October 30th, 2017.
We took Andy home and started becoming parents. I kept in touch with the first pregnant woman we’d matched with as we got used to being parents. Proof: She still hadn’t shown us. congratulate her on the good news. She also said that she had found a new family for her baby. I was happy for her, and we kept in touch a few times over the next few months. In January of this year, the same woman called me.
She told me that she had just told the other family that she didn’t want them to adopt her child. Finally, she told me that this child was meant to be ours. With my 3-month-old son in my arms, I looked at the ultrasound picture she sent me. I couldn’t speak. I also knew. I always knew.
We prayed a lot over the next two weeks about adding another baby to our family only a few months apart. The same answer came back again and again. It was six weeks after that phone call that we flew out to Missouri with Andy. We met a woman and her three kids the night before she was going to be induced. We all connected right away. The next day, we stood by her bed and watched as Ellis was born. even cut the cord. I was the first person to hold him and kiss his tiny hands.
We never thought we would have two babies born just 4 months apart. Adoption is a great thing. It was because of a woman’s most important sacrifice and selfless decision that I became a mother. To two of the best babies I could have ever asked for.