I asked Steve the other night, Saturday, Nov. 11th, "Do you think Sarah's been born?" He replied, "Yes." And that was that, with much certainty. I guess we'll see. . .
It makes me wonder if she is, when she was or will be? When we do find out, it will be interesting to find out what we were doing the day/week/month that she was born.
I find myself thinking about her birthmother and how she's feeling about the baby she's carried for 9 months. What a heartwrenching decision that she's had to make! I hope and pray that she knows that there is a loving family waiting and counting down the days until they see her precious face, that will cherish her all the days of her life, and that will never take her for granted.
This poem is dedicated to Sarah's birthmother:
"Somewhere on the Other Side"
Somewhere on the other side;
A mother will soon have to hide;
The baby she nurtures day after day.
She wants to keep her but can't find a way.
Oh, the pain she must feel deep in her heart.
Knowing the day will come they will have to part;
Will it be near a market, a field, a train?
Where ever it is it will bring her great pain.
Somewhere on the other side;
A mother will soon have to hide.
And watch her baby cry with fear,
And long to hold her baby near.
A death to her as she lets go,
Who will find her baby, she doesn't know.
Somewhere on the other side;
A mother will soon have to hide.
Her baby was found and taken away.
And nothing will be the same after today.
Her arms are now empty her face full of tears.
The echoing cries are all that she hears.
Somewhere on the other side;
A mother will soon have to hide.
A part of herself that she selflessly gave;
This mother was so much more than brave.
She wanted her baby to have a life worth living.
She wasn't abandoning… she was giving.
--Anonymous
Please continue to keep Sarah, her caretakers, and her birthmother in your prayers.
