Part 1 is here and Part 2 is here.
The following day Faye (one of my law partners) and I called Katrina to come up with a game plan. Faye said she would drive down to Nacogdoches the following day to speak with Katrina and the birth mother and try to talk the birth mother into relinquishing her rights in my favor.
My legal assistant was in the car with me, so I told her, took her back to the office, made a quick announcement, then I went home to meet Tish.
By this time it was 3:00 p.m. or so, and we were to go to Nacogdoches immediately to get the child, our son, at a McDonald’s.
We owned nothing for children, except for a jogging stroller someone had given us. We resisted ever buying things for our future adopted child, because, frankly, it would be depressing to have baby stuff in our house with no children.
We had no crib, no clothes, not a single diaper. And we realized we had no car seat.
Off to Target.
Actually, we tried Wal-Mart first, but I hate Wal-Mart, and was unsatisfied by what I saw. I was already becoming a yuppie parent.
How does one buy a car seat? Not the cheapest; not the most expensive; halfway between the median and highest price seemed best. So we got the Eddie Bauer edition car seat.
You know those annoying television shows and movies where the dad is portrayed as a complete, bumbling fool? That was me. I could not for the life of me get the cotton-pickin’ thing hooked into the backseat!
It so happened a couple from our church (and two of the few people who knew what our plans were for the evening because we had called them an hour before) was pulling into the Target parking lot. We spent the next 20 minutes installing the car seat.
Off to Nacogdoches!
The following day Faye (one of my law partners) and I called Katrina to come up with a game plan. Faye said she would drive down to Nacogdoches the following day to speak with Katrina and the birth mother and try to talk the birth mother into relinquishing her rights in my favor.
Tish and I prayed again.
Thursday I had a trial in Rusk, Texas. It was a little fender-bender case. My client was the spitting image of Eddie Murphy in “A Vampire in Brooklyn,” and at lunch told us that the plaintiff is rumored to have had an oedipal relationship with his mother, but he didn’t want to gossip. The trial went well, and I was on my way back to Tyler, curious as to how Faye’s meeting with the birth mother was going, but not really believing a woman would agree to give us a child, sight-unseen.
Just as I was getting into Tyler, Tish called to tell me that Faye was driving back from Nacogdoches with an Affidavit of Relinquishment, and the child was, for practical purposes, ours.
I couldn’t believe it. We hadn’t told anybody this was even a possibility.
By this time it was 3:00 p.m. or so, and we were to go to Nacogdoches immediately to get the child, our son, at a McDonald’s.
We owned nothing for children, except for a jogging stroller someone had given us. We resisted ever buying things for our future adopted child, because, frankly, it would be depressing to have baby stuff in our house with no children.
We had no crib, no clothes, not a single diaper. And we realized we had no car seat.
Off to Target.
Actually, we tried Wal-Mart first, but I hate Wal-Mart, and was unsatisfied by what I saw. I was already becoming a yuppie parent.
How does one buy a car seat? Not the cheapest; not the most expensive; halfway between the median and highest price seemed best. So we got the Eddie Bauer edition car seat.
You know those annoying television shows and movies where the dad is portrayed as a complete, bumbling fool? That was me. I could not for the life of me get the cotton-pickin’ thing hooked into the backseat!
It so happened a couple from our church (and two of the few people who knew what our plans were for the evening because we had called them an hour before) was pulling into the Target parking lot. We spent the next 20 minutes installing the car seat.
Off to Nacogdoches!
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