Why Adoption Isn't Like A Rollercoaster

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"I've heard this analogy 2 million times, and I've even been known to say it myself: Adoption is like a rollercoaster, full of ups and many downs. Except for one thing: It's not like a rollercoaster at all. Here is where the metaphor goes terribly wrong: Rollercoasters - they are FUN. Even the downs are enjoyable because you know it's a ride and there's no actual real fear associated with the plummeting to your death. Adoption "rides" - not so much. When you get those dreadful emails that seem like your case or your friend's cases are plummeting to the earth, when you learn of stories about orphanages being shut down, political upheaval, or friend's children "disappearing" in the system - there's absolutely no fun butterflies. There's despair, depression and terror, but there's never ever fun. When the ride finally ends and you have this precious child in your arms, you're not even slightly tempted to say "wow, that was fun. Let's do it again."

Here is what adoption is really like: Childbirth. Adoption is just like child birth. Sometimes, after nine months of waiting, your epidural works, you push twice and here's this precious healthy child. You may say "that was hard, but I'd do it again." That was the case when we adopted Taz and when I gave birth to Zoom. Hard, emotional, exhausting but doable.

Here's what my childbirth was like for The Eldest: LONG, head the size of a bowling ball, excruciatingly painful, no epidural, in sheer panic I pushed so hard that I broke every blood vessel in and around my eyes and mouth so I looked like I had been hit by a freight train. Seriously, Mr T was afraid to go out in public with me because he looked like the worst kind of wife beater.

As painful as that childbirth was, it does not hold a candle to how hard this adoption "birth" has been. I'm absolutely screaming for my epidural and in sheer panic I'm ready to scratch out the eyes of any adoption agency worker who sends me an email suggesting patience. In sheer panic, I'm ready to hop on a plane to Ethiopia because surely that will get things moving. It may be hard to believe, but Mr T and I don't currently have our hands in the air, smiling and laughing at each other saying "isn't this crazy, isn't this scary, isn't this fun!" When this is all said and done, I'm pretty sure we'll both be relieved to make it out alive - with health, marriage and sanity relatively intact.

But, no matter how long or how painful childbirth or adoption birth is, in the end it is worth it. And, just like childbirth, the painful memories fade and crazy people have been known to do it again ..."

It's like she read my diary (except I don't have one).