I wanted to tell about my daughter and some neat things that have happened along our journey to be a family. I was diagnosed with Ulcerative Colitus at 15 so it came as no surpise that we had trouble conceiving. After trying for 6 years,we decided to quit. l fell in love with the pictures I saw of the beautiful children from Guatemala so we decided to adopt. Knowing it would take a while to save up money, we tied one more cycle. Surprising us and the Dr it worked. I just knew I was having a boy, but I did have a dream about a little girl with pig tails and her name was Katie, my Katie made her entrance into the world 4-7-97 She spoke sentences at 13 mths. Mostly I onna baby seester She talked about baby Sara for years. One day, at 2, she told me how she and baby Sara peeked down and watched me and her dad from Heaven, knowing that we were going to be their parents.She told how she sat on God's lap and he smelled like cookies. He was very nice and a gentle voice. I asked her what God looked like? She described his long dark beard and hair. His white robe, and he was barefoot. all angels are barefoot too. I said well that sounds like pictures I have seen of Jesus, are you sure it was God. She very discusstedly looked at me and said "DUH mom, it's his DAD". Once after she made a wish at Disney, we asked her what she had wished for, thinking it would be to meet Jasmine or Ariel. She said I wish you would not have worried so much about me coming, it just took God a long time to make me. We started the fertility treatments all over but 2 months into it I got a very bad sinus infection, was on major antibiotics so we skipped that month. I had a funny feeling and asked the DR to do a test. It was positive, but a weak positive. I miscarried later that week.Katie never mentioned Sara again. I asked her if it had been Sara but she just shrugged and changed the subject. Our Dr advised that another pregnancy would put me at major risk and would likely be in bed for 9 months. When we told our family that we were pursuing adoption, my brother in law told us that he had just recently had a dream that we came had a little boy, who had brown skin and was ours, but not our blood. After 2 1/2 years with no news, finally we were matched with a girl due at Halloween. One week, before the baby was due and right after our shower the agency called,the birth mother was taking money from 3 agencies. That was the final straw. I still felt a strong pull to Guatemala. We changed our paperwork 12-22-05. We switched agency 1-26-06. 2-24-06 I was searching photo listing website and saw the name Elvis who, by the way had been born the day before we chose our agency. I always call things Elvis. I giggled "Oh yea, this will be my guy" I opened the page and saw these eyes that somehow I felt I had known all my life. I knew I was looking at my son, the agency that was handeling his adoption,was mine. I found out later the attorney representing him was with another agency, but they had too many waiting boys. He had contacted our agency about 5 days before and asked if they could try to find him a family. I called the agency and told them I wanted Elvis, but they said that another couple were deciding between him and another child. Little did I know that right before I called they had decided on the other little boy. I called my husband at work and sent him the link to the picture to see his son, he pulled up the picture, but got called out of his office and closed the page. 5 minutes later,he clicked it again but the picture was gone, he called me in a panic and I said "he's ours so they must have removed him" (not knowing that for sure, just flapping my jaws) then the call waiting beeps, it's the agency saying Congratultions he's yours. I loved the name Juan Carlos,and said that one day I am going to have a Juan Carlos, but we had all decided on the name Anthony, after my husband (actually I sat up in the middle of the night once and said "Honey, we are going to have a boy and his name is Anthony Carlos so he will have the same initials as you, to which he said..go back to sleep) We flew to Guatemala for a visit in March. For half the day we called him Anthony, but it just didn't fit. I said I swear, he's a Carlos. Turns out that is what his foster father and foster brother's name was. So he became Anothony Carlos Elvis A.. It felt like the adoption was taking forever so I had to hold him again. We visited again in July. At the hotel desk they informed me they had a reservation for August 19th, not July. I said well I will be back August 19th to take him home, but I need a room now (again flapping my jaws, I had no idea when we would be taking him home) Sure enough, I was standing at the front desk checking in...August 19th to finalize the adoption and take my son home. Since that is they day he was placed in our arms forever, we celebrate that as his Gotcha Day. I thought about it and checked Katie's baby book, I found out I was pregnant, August 19th 1996. In July I had a hysterectomy, the Dr informed me that my left tube was tied in a knot, a basket ball sized cyst on my left ovary, my right ovary was adhered to the back of my uterus, which had moved and was not even in the right place, and he could not find my right tube but assumed it was in the endometriosis he removed. He said he had no clue how I ever had a baby. Sorry this was so long and probably more info than you ever wanted to know about me, but I think it is just so wild how things work out.