
Editors Note: When I wrote this essay for my English 101 class I trimmed three pages off in the editing process. She requested that I submit the full version for distribution to future classes. I was glad to do so and wanted to share it with anyone who wanted more details. I hope you enjoy it. I also corrected some facts that Julie helped me recall correctly.
I knew why the white van was coming down my street. This had happened before. It had only been three years since Family Services came to our home and took our first daughter from us.
No one plans on fighting infertility. Three years into our marriage my wife and I decided to start a family. We did not sit down and discuss what we would do if we were unable to get pregnant. I am sure our conversation was not unlike many other similar conversations being held throughout America. There were hugs and kisses and the anticipation of an addition to the family.
Three years later we were a very frustrated couple. We had exhausted every avenue and drew the line at In Vitro Fertilization. Due to our religious views we did not like the prospect of discarding fertilized eggs. As a result we chose foster parenting with the goal of adoption. My wife left her job, we sold our house, and moved into a smaller place that we could afford on my income. We spent the next year in Foster Parenting and Adoption classes.
In January of 1998 we received our first long term placement. Latecia was with us for nine months but the court had decided to return her to her mother. Many on her services team did not agree with this decision, but we carried out our duty to the bitter end. This was a horrible experience. Loading a child that we truly loved into the back seat of a car, and then watching her ride down the street was gut wrenching. Especially when nobody felt it was a good plan. I held to my faith during the next few months expecting every phone call to result Latecia being returned to us. As time passed I realized this was not going to happen. This experience left its mark on my faith.
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