My name is Allie Ferguson and I’m the adoptive mother of a beautiful African-American boy named Miles (who is the light of my life). Toddler-wrangling takes up most of my time these days, but on a good day I’m also a writer, runner, hiker, animal and nature lover, bookworm, conservationist, mildly crazy person, and film + digital photography enthusiast. On a bad day, I just try to keep the house from burning down.
I created this blog in 2013 and named it Adopting Charlie when my husband and I first started the adoption process (tied for the best decision we ever made, by the way). At the time, we thought we would name our future adopted child Charlie, (hence Adopting Charlie) and called him that all the way up until we got the call that he was being born the next day 2,000 miles away. Miles–which turned out to be a much more fitting name–was born in Texas in April of 2015 about six months after our search for him became “official.”
When getting pregnant proved to be difficult–it just wasn’t happening–we made the choice to adopt rather than spend time and money on fertility treatments neither of us were comfortable with. We tried one round of IUI and it s-u-c-k-e-d. I just couldn’t wrap my head around forcing something to happen that maybe wasn’t supposed to happen when there are so many children that are already here that need loving families.
I have always thought that it would be amazing to adopt a child one day, but thanks to the many myths that abound about adoption, I thought that it would be exceedingly difficult (if not impossible) to do so. But then I did some research and we took a huge leap of faith. We had no idea what to expect when we embarked on our domestic infant adoption journey but it turned out to be the adventure of a lifetime–one that would lead us to the family we were always destined to have.