I get lots of questions about Abraham and his/our situation with him. Some from strangers, most from those I love. I really don't mind answering them for the most part.
There's only been a few that put me on edge.
"Why did you adopt when you have two of your own?"
It's a really well intentioned question and obviously a curiosity. But please, oh please, oh please don't word it that way once he's old enough to hear and understand. My insides want to scream, "HE IS MY OWN!!!" But I usually politely respond about why we chose to adopt. I'm very non-confrontational when speaking instead of typing.
"Why did his mom give him up?"
Sigh. I'm his mom. I really, truly am. Yes, he also has a birthmom, but even she refers to me as his mom and always has. And again, when he can understand particularly, please don't refer to anyone but me as his mom. And I struggle with the rest of the wording too because it makes it sound like he was unwanted. He wasn't. Unplanned? Yes. Unwanted? No.
On a side note with these questions. I'm just not quite sure why strangers ask me them. Certainly they are just curious, but they are pretty personal questions! I've never walked up to a woman with multiple children and asked her whether they were the result of birth control failure. Or if she pushed them out her vag. Or some other grossly inappropriate small talk for the aisle of Target. Oh well.
This post deviated from where it was headed.
What I really wanted to say is, sweet little Abraham was born 3 weeks ago. How did that happen???
He weighs in at 7 lbs. 9.5 oz as of Monday afternoon at the doctor. Little peanut.
That means he's gained almost a whole pound since birth. Over a pound from his weight when we left the hospital. And what's he grown on?
Boobie milk! 100%!
He hasn't had to have a single drop of formula or anything from a bottle since the day he was born.
This is so huge for me. Huge. It's something I wanted so badly for him. I logged many hours nursing and hooked to a pump to make it happen, and it did. Praise Jesus.