Okay internet! You've suffered enough.
I said I didn't believe in symmetry anymore, in this process. And just to show me when to get cynical here is the timeline of events:
10/21 - Choice is born, we hurry to Atlanta
10/23 - 10:28am, baby J is born in Atlanta, relinquished at the hospital.
10/23 - 11ish am, Y tells us that Choice is not our baby, we cry eyes out, go home.
10/25 - baby J goes into cradle care to wait out the 10 day relinquishment period.
11/6 - Marla calls to tell us about baby J. The agency had her in mind for us from the day she was born, the day we left Atlanta heartbroken. They waited through the 10 day relinquishment period, just in case, because they didn't want to break our hearts again.
11/8 - we sign papers and officially take placement of our daughter, Jubilee.
So, basically, the day that we were so sad and disappointed, the baby who was meant to be ours was born. Almost that very moment, actually. We just had to wait to know about her until a few days ago. I hope that makes sense, I'm a little tired.
The point is this:
She is perfect, she is ours, and we are beyond elated.
And now, what I know you really want:
Andrew heads back tomorrow because he can't miss much school. My mom is coming out to join J and I, and we'll come back to Seattle together as soon as the paperwork is complete.
I'll write more reflective posts later with all sorts of details. Right now I need to kiss my girl and see that she gets off to sleep.