Then I remembered I had already loaded it into my purse. I would just call my husband or mom and have them bring the spare key. Please, God, protect my babies while they are inside alone. I ran out into the downpour and flew around to the back. “Wait there! Don’t move,” I shouted through the glass. Now where was Eli and why had he locked the front door? In my hurry had I missed the latch? I’d never done that. Naomi pointed up the stairs, where the baby gate was wide open. I peeked in the front window next to the door. It only locked with a turn of the dead bolt. Miraculously, the clothes were only wet in spots. I raced out of their room and to the stairs, latching the safety gate behind me before I ran down. There’s nothing left to wear! All the other clothes were in laundry baskets or in piles on the floor. And their outfits lay on the front lawn while the rain came down in buckets. Graff assured me that I shouldn’t let medical conditions define the kids. They could both have trouble with fine motor skills and even basic movement. I was told Ezra might need physical therapy for years. She wore ankle braces, and at one point the doctors believed she’d never walk without assistance. She was in and out of the hospital her first year. “I’m always concerned about the mental health of mothers of multiples,” he’d say with a smile. He also understood what it was like for me to be raising three toddlers. Naomi had a special doctor for everything from orthopedics to neurology. Graff managed the twins’ care and organized the reports of the specialists. I looked forward to our appointments ever since.
With his help, I was certain we were making the right decision. He went through the anticipated health issues and let me know exactly how he would tackle each one. And he had delivered my younger brothers. He had been my own pediatrician when I was a child. No emotion, and without hope for these innocent babies. I called two pediatricians to see if they could give us guidance on what to expect from the high-risk twin pregnancy. We knew about special needs children, but we didn’t know much about the medical issues of preemies. “Can we handle two more,” asked Josh, “with challenges?”īoth of us were social workers. I was two years older than my twin brothers. If we adopted twins, their own childhood would mirror my own. It was a crazy idea, but one that resonated. We applied, not knowing if we would get a call.
After Eli, we learned there was a need for more families to adopt babies of color. Even my Barbie doll’s baby was adopted! When my husband, Josh, and I were dating I told him early on that I wanted to create a family through adoption. READ MORE: MYSTERIOUS WAYS-SPECIAL REQUEST Surely the twins would be born premature. Everything from mild developmental delays to severe disabilities. They weren’t even born yet, but doctors had already diagnosed a slew of health issues. When Eli was one and a half we got a call about African-American twins, a boy and girl.
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