It's been a hot minute (I've always wanted to
say that) since I've posted, I've been busy and stressed AKA school is taking
over my life and my classes are getting harder and I actually have to try now
that I'm getting into my 3rd year, who knew?
Thanksgiving came QUICK. As in, it was 3 days
after I found out I had a sister. I think back on it and I do really feel like
it was all a dream.
Sidenote: In my last post, I mentioned that my
sisters adoptive parents gave her a note from my mother this past Easter. I
think I made it sound like she had never seen the note before but she had. That
piece of information was relevant because this past Easter seeing the letter
again prompted the search for my mom. Just to clear things up...
Funny story: On the way to Houston, my sister
and her family were driving towards San Antonio, which means they would be
passing us on I-10 at some point. We ended up coordinating where we were
through mile markers and we all got to wave at each other in passing. We hadn't
even met yet so it was kind of funny and kind of weird. At one point, my dad
told me to get my barefoot 'Walmart' feet off the dashboard because they could
probably see how black the bottoms were from across the highway. You get Walmart
feet when you walk around Walmart barefoot, preferably in a small town where
there is a Dairy Queen next door. I don't like wearing shoes outside, it
happens.
So we get to Houston and spend a lovely Thanksgiving
week with my mom's side of the family. At this point, the only person who knows
that my mom has been in contact with my sister is my Aunt Yana. This is rare because
we have an insanely large Mexican family and things never seem to stay a secret
for long. Mom had planned on sitting all of the girl cousins and aunts down and
announcing 1)that she had a child that she gave up for adoption and 2)that we
had been in contact and were meeting her that Sunday. Her sister's knew about
the child, but no one had ever brought it up since it happened. The first night
we were there I pressured my mom to spill the beans. I wanted so badly to be
able to tell my cousins and for all of us to share in the joy of it but I knew
it had to be my mom's decision. That night she finally sat all my aunts and
cousins down, made the announcement and showed the pictures. Everyone cried,
everyone hugged, it was insanely therapeutic to share such a raw moment with the
people you love. That kind of stuff definitely brings a sense of closeness.
Sunday comes around and we are packing up the
car, getting ready to head to my sister's house on our way back to San Antonio.
Talk about surreal. During the ride there I could tell we were all a little
nervous. When we pulled up to the house, my heart was nervous. I was wondering
what on earth my mom was thinking and what she was feeling. She was probably
WAY more nervous than me. We got out of the door, walked up the sidewalk and
rang the doorbell. Omgomgomgomgomgomg not even really sure what I was thinking
at this point but my sister's husband opened the door and greeted us and we
walked in and there was my sister. Mom and her hugged first of course. I kept
my composure but I was literally biting my teeth together to keep from crying.
Then it was our turn. I hugged my sister for the first time. I don't really
know how to explain this but before I even met her I felt a connection. I
stalked her facebook many times and just cried. As weird as it sounds, it's an
overwhelming feeling knowing that we share the same blood. Someone I never knew
for 25 years has the same DNA in her body as me, it's really mind blowing. The
rest of the day was perfect. We sat down us 4 and my sister and her husband and
got to talking. After a while of getting to know each other, the neighbor brought
over my sisters two kids, an energetic precious 6 year old boy and the sweetest,
prettiest 9 year old girl. I literally just looked at them and thought to
myself, these little people share my DNA too. It's so crazy. We all got to have
lunch together and then after we watched my sister and her husband's wedding
video. It had a ton of pictures of my sister growing up and it was soooooo
awesome to see. After that we all went outside and took a TON of pictures (you
know my mother) and then we said our Goodbyes. It was such a surreal moment
that I will never forget for the rest of my life.
Here are some pictures from the day:
This one's my favorite...
My sister had her genetic testing results
appointment the next day. Thankfully, she did not have the gene mutation! We
were so happy.
My surgery time came around and my sister and
her husband surprised me at the hospital! I was so surprised I cried. I was semi
jealous when they all went out to eat that night because I was stuck in my
hospital bed but I just clicked that morphine pump and watched TV with my
lovely boyfriend and all was well in the world again.
Here are some pictures of us at the hospital:
So that pretty much sums up all that fun stuff. I am working on another blog with an update to what's going on with my recovery and all that jazz. I wanted to keep this one separate because it's special to me :) Till next time!
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