Deuto Adoption
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From the other room……“Brubba!”
“Brubba!”
“Chase, what are you trying to say?”
“I am saying that I want a little BROTHER!”
“…………………………..”
Well, this isn’t going to be easy. How do you tell a 5-year-old little boy that mommy and daddy have been trying very, very hard to get you a little brother. We just can’t.
Let me explain….
Chase was born a happy bouncing baby boy almost 6 years ago. Looking back on it now, it might be a miracle. When Chase was 2, we began trying for our second child. We felt we were ready. Working out just like we had planned. Perfect.
Except it wasn’t. Nothing was. There were …..complications. At first it took a very long time for anything to happen. And then when things started to happen, nothing would “stick”. After many miscarriages (8 of them), 3 ectopic pregnancies, several hospital stays, and a loss of a fallopian tube; we were in dark territory. Very dark territory. To try and ease the pain, we decided to seek the help of a doctor.
…….. A fertility doctor.
Well things aren’t working out like we had planned.
After much consultation with no real answers (argghhhhhh!!!) and running every test in the book (all with “normal” results), it was determined that having another child would likely not happen without “assistance”. In-vitro fertilization. There was a lot of soul searching and many days/months spent thinking about our future. Our future as parents. Our future as a family. Our futures as individuals. Chases future. “Should we do this? Can we handle this?..................Can we afford this?”
The answers were a definite “Yes!” “Yes!” And an “Ummm not really, but its only money and we only live once right?”
So, we went for it. All in. Twice. Looked positive initially, but in the end, didn’t work. 4 more losses (2 each time). Devastating. Like a kick in the face, except worse. Hard to put into words without going through it all, and this we would not wish upon our worst enemies.
Doctor said he did not have an explanation. “these things just happen” he said. Two rounds?!? “I am sure it will work next time”, he told us.
“Should there be a next time?” we asked ourselves. Can we handle it mentally? Can your body handle it? Can we afford it?
Nope. Nope. Nope...and Nope.
Well, what’s next? Should we just give up? Move on? No, we are not those kind of people. We know what we want for our family. For our lives. For our sons life. Adoption!! That should be easy……..
“It takes how long? It costs how much?”
Which brings me to where we are today. Sheri and I began the process of adoption from China almost a year ago. After a forest worth of paperwork, interviews with social workers (“to make sure I am not the next Walter White and that we don’t duct tape Chase to the wall as punishment”, I like to say), countless checks cut to this person, that entity, the next government agency, we can see the light at the end of the tunnel. Its still an 8 month long tunnel, mind you, but hey there is light and it is not a train.
Sheri and I are not these kinds of people normally. We don’t ask for much. But these are wild and crazy circumstances. Circumstances that after many years of trying to grow our family unsuccessfully, too many doctors appointments, too many hospital hospital stays, 2 rounds of in vitro fertilization, spreading ourselves too thin, leveraging too many things, we simply are running out. Running out of strength. Running out of finances. Running out of time.
So here we are, asking you, our family, our special friends, friends of friends, acquaintances, random people, for help in fulfilling our hope to answer “I am saying that I want a little BROTHER!” with……
“Sorry dude. You are getting a little sister……..”
With all the love in the world,
Sheri, Jeremy, and Chase Deuto.
“Brubba!”
“Chase, what are you trying to say?”
“I am saying that I want a little BROTHER!”
“…………………………..”
Well, this isn’t going to be easy. How do you tell a 5-year-old little boy that mommy and daddy have been trying very, very hard to get you a little brother. We just can’t.
Let me explain….
Chase was born a happy bouncing baby boy almost 6 years ago. Looking back on it now, it might be a miracle. When Chase was 2, we began trying for our second child. We felt we were ready. Working out just like we had planned. Perfect.
Except it wasn’t. Nothing was. There were …..complications. At first it took a very long time for anything to happen. And then when things started to happen, nothing would “stick”. After many miscarriages (8 of them), 3 ectopic pregnancies, several hospital stays, and a loss of a fallopian tube; we were in dark territory. Very dark territory. To try and ease the pain, we decided to seek the help of a doctor.
…….. A fertility doctor.
Well things aren’t working out like we had planned.
After much consultation with no real answers (argghhhhhh!!!) and running every test in the book (all with “normal” results), it was determined that having another child would likely not happen without “assistance”. In-vitro fertilization. There was a lot of soul searching and many days/months spent thinking about our future. Our future as parents. Our future as a family. Our futures as individuals. Chases future. “Should we do this? Can we handle this?..................Can we afford this?”
The answers were a definite “Yes!” “Yes!” And an “Ummm not really, but its only money and we only live once right?”
So, we went for it. All in. Twice. Looked positive initially, but in the end, didn’t work. 4 more losses (2 each time). Devastating. Like a kick in the face, except worse. Hard to put into words without going through it all, and this we would not wish upon our worst enemies.
Doctor said he did not have an explanation. “these things just happen” he said. Two rounds?!? “I am sure it will work next time”, he told us.
“Should there be a next time?” we asked ourselves. Can we handle it mentally? Can your body handle it? Can we afford it?
Nope. Nope. Nope...and Nope.
Well, what’s next? Should we just give up? Move on? No, we are not those kind of people. We know what we want for our family. For our lives. For our sons life. Adoption!! That should be easy……..
“It takes how long? It costs how much?”
Which brings me to where we are today. Sheri and I began the process of adoption from China almost a year ago. After a forest worth of paperwork, interviews with social workers (“to make sure I am not the next Walter White and that we don’t duct tape Chase to the wall as punishment”, I like to say), countless checks cut to this person, that entity, the next government agency, we can see the light at the end of the tunnel. Its still an 8 month long tunnel, mind you, but hey there is light and it is not a train.
Sheri and I are not these kinds of people normally. We don’t ask for much. But these are wild and crazy circumstances. Circumstances that after many years of trying to grow our family unsuccessfully, too many doctors appointments, too many hospital hospital stays, 2 rounds of in vitro fertilization, spreading ourselves too thin, leveraging too many things, we simply are running out. Running out of strength. Running out of finances. Running out of time.
So here we are, asking you, our family, our special friends, friends of friends, acquaintances, random people, for help in fulfilling our hope to answer “I am saying that I want a little BROTHER!” with……
“Sorry dude. You are getting a little sister……..”
With all the love in the world,
Sheri, Jeremy, and Chase Deuto.
Organizer
Jeremy Deuto
Organizer
Fort Collins, CO