Stephanie Ramirez:  

Life I am not only a new mom but an adoptive one. I've waited for my son for a long time. The wait has been hard. There was a time I couldn't even go to a baby shower or to church on mothers day cause it hurt so much. I cried a river of tears. I believed that nothing is impossible for God but I thought he must want something else for me. I knew that without God I had no life, without him I couldn't breath baby or no baby. So as much as it had hurt I let the dream go. A couple of weeks before mothers day '05 my sister told me she was pregnant. I use to avoid calls from my family if I knew they were gonna tell me "the news". About 1 week later a few days before mothers day my sister asked me to adopt the baby. Not because she didn't love him, not because she was "giving him away" but because she felt my hurt. She knew that for 12 yrs my soul ached for something I couldn't have. She loved me so much that she did the hardest thing I have ever seen her do, have a baby, just for me. Of course there was alot of talk about the future. Would he hear the truth? Would he hate her? Pictures and phone calls, things like that. She answered every question even if deep inside it made her sad in a way. She made me feel like I was the one pregnant. I love her for that. One beautiful sunny day in July she told me I would have a son. I knew it. His name would be Roman. A name God himself whispered to me many years ago. I prepared, prayed, and hoped. I wouldn't be totally excited until we were flying home. 2 weeks before she was due I flew out there to be with them. I think we formed a bond closer than we'd ever imagined. On Nov. 29th at 4 am she went into labor. I knew he would be born in the morning. God's word says weeping may endure for a night but joy comes in the morning. My son was born after 3 hrs of labor. I cut the cord and held my miracle. I was speechless. There was a time because of my divorce that I thought that God didn't even love me. W...Expand for more