Things have been happening. I had another short email from Ruth yesterday saying that she’d like to talk over Facebook chat, and since I am online much of the time, I was able to sign in and talk with her just minutes after she sent that message. I ordinarily stay signed out of Facebook chat—I don’t like the format, and I’ve got these annoying cousins—so the medium was a bit weird, but I think the actual live-to-text conversation went well. It made me think of the adoptive moms I’ve seen online talking about how they never really used text messages before, but the birthmom prefers to communicate that way—only, y’know, backwards. She talked about her trip home for the funeral, which sounded pretty awful, she updated me on Cricket, and when we were saying goodbyes she said she wanted to set up a visit. I said I’d email her with days that are good for us, but now I realize that I’m not sure whether she meant that she wants to confirm a date for the Passover visit or that she wants to see us before them. Hmm. I will share my uncertainty with her in the email.
So Cricket is now initiating talking in a whole new way—he’ll see a cup and start saying “Juice! Juice!” or notice something that Ruth hasn’t yet seen and call out its name. I jokingly mentioned that I was glad she hadn’t asked me to call (I hate the phone =/), and she said that we’ll have to start phone calls at some point soon so that Cricket can be involved. Had. Not. occurred to me as a possibility. I wonder what it says about me that I keep being startled by the idea that he’ll be really talking soon….
That woman to whom I was assigned as a birthmom buddy finally got in touch with me; she showed me a picture of herself holding her boy in which they look super alike. She lives about an hour from Stumptown, but we’re both attending an agency event on Tuesday, so will get to meet then. The weirdest part of our conversation so far definitely has been that she talks casually about having a counselor—this agency is just infinitely more ethical than the one I worked with. She sounds so peaceful and balanced—less than six months after losing Cricket, I personally was anything but.
Last and least, I just found out that I made it onto the about.com Top Ten Birthparent Blog list, which is pretty cool and totally inexplicable. Woo!