Emma is back, and still eager to start a family. After trying every fertility treatment in the book, as well as following a slew of advice from her friends, family, and women's magazines, she and her husband have given up on conceiving naturally. They're now trying international adoption, which should, in theory, be more pleasant than the fertility shots and postcoital headstands of their baby-making days. However, with the rigorous screening process -- including a Russian class where they learn about their potential baby's culture alongside competitive adoptive-parents-to-be and über-critical case managers -- Emma finds herself once again in over her head. The pressure to prove that she and her husband are the perfect couple, and thus the perfect parents, drives him and all her friends crazy along the way. Hilarious and heartwarming, Emma's outrageous adventures are sure to charm mothers, mothers-to-be, and nearly everyone in between.
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I woke up this morning without a pit in my stomach. It felt fantastic. My first thought wasn't -- "What day is it in my cycle?" or "What injections, hormones, or tests do I have to take today?" Nor did I have to worry about having sex. I realize this may sound odd, but believe me -- having to have sex every month on day eight, ten, twelve, fourteen, sixteen, and eighteen of your cycle, with a couple of extra rides thrown in to be on the safe side, is not all that much fun.
Now that we were going to adopt, I was looking forward to getting back to a spontaneous sex life that wasn't ruled by my temperature and didn't end up with me standing on my head for twenty minutes in a lame attempt to aid the sperm by adding my own version of gravity to the equation.
I looked over at James, who was heading out to the shower.
"Isn't it great?"
"What?" he said, looking around suspiciously.
"The fact that now when you shower, you can masturbate to your heart's content. Your sperm can swim freely. You no longer have to keep them all in for baby making. So liberate them, let 'em flow...," I said, waving my arms about over my head. I had previously banned James from masturbating because I had read somewhere that the male's sperm needed to be kept in for as long as possible so they would be chomping at the bit during sex and charge up and fertilize the eggs.
"Thank you, darling," said James, grinning at me. "It's wonderful for a man to have his wife's blessing to play with himself. I may be a while!"
I went downstairs to make breakfast. I was feeling very Doris Day-esque as I whisked the eggs and fried the sausages. This was a new day. A fresh beginning. I had a really good feeling about it. No more stress about trying to get pregnant. No more doctors and hospitals and drugs. We were going to adopt. We were going to give a child a happy home. I pictured some poor little mite in a war-torn country gazing at me through the bars of her iron cot. Dressed in rags she looked up at me, her huge blue eyes begging me to take her away to a safe, warm place. I bent down to hold her hand, and slowly, she began to smile at me, her pinched face lighting up.
"That's the first time Svetlana has ever smiled," gasped the director of the orphanage. I beamed back at the beautiful little girl. I was special, she was special. We were made for each other.
I imagined James holding Svetlana in his arms as we burst through the arrivals gate in the airport. Our families, gathered to greet us, were holding WELCOME HOME SVETLANA banners and big red CONGRATULATIONS balloons. I saw them oohing and aahing when they first met our gorgeous, smiling daughter. James and I beamed at each other, proud parents at last. Fast-forwarding twenty years, I saw myself cheering as Svetlana won the best actress award at the Oscars for her portrayal of a deaf musician fighting against the odds to become a world-class pianist. In her acceptance speech she thanked everyone, and then, pausing for maximum effect, she said, "But most of all I want to thank my mother for saving my life. If it wasn't for her I wouldn't be here today. This Oscar is for you, Mum, you are the person I love and admire most in the world. I owe everything to you..." I nodded and bowed my head as the audience rose to its feet to applaud me.
"Emma, what on earth are you doing? The sausages are burning." James pushed me aside and pulled the pan off the stove, staring at his blackened breakfast. "Are you all right? What's going on?"
"Nothing," I snapped, embarrassed at being caught bowing and waving to the cream of Hollywood.
James shrugged and took over the cooking. He was used to finding me daydreaming. When he was halfway through his scrambled eggs and burnt sausages, I announced that I was going to call the adoption people.
"Today?" he asked.
"Yes today. No point in wasting any more time, we might as well get going."
"Okay, well will you get them to send us out all the relevant information so we can go through it before making the final decision."
"What do you mean final decision?"
"I'd just like to know a bit more about the process before plunging in, that's all."
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James had been a bit reluctant at first about the whole adoption thing. He was worried about the child's medical history, its family medical history, abuse, AIDS.... But I said that everything was a leap of faith. Having kids of your own was scary too. Then I brought up his mad uncle Harry who had a fetish for exposing himself to people, but who had three sons who were completely normal and well balanced. Who could tell what genes and mental or medical foibles were going to be passed down? It was unknown and mostly inexplicable territory, but we couldn't live our lives in fear. After much discussion and debate, James had agreed to the adoption, so I was none too pleased with this "final decision" comment.
"James," I said, trying to be patient. "We discussed this -- at length. We agreed to go ahead with it. I'm not ringing up to ask for an information pack, I'm calling to put our names down on the list."
"All right, fine, but will you ask them to send us some guidelines, I just don't think it's as straightforward as you seem to."
"Don't be silly, every time you turn on the TV there are orphaned children staring out at you, desperate for good homes. Besides, after the last two years, it'll be a piece of cake," I said brimming with confidence. There was no way this could be more difficult than trying to get pregnant. Adoption was going to be a walk in the park compared to the last two years. I couldn't wait to get started.
Later that day when James had gone off to practice, I called the Adoption Board. James had been promoted from assistant coach to manager and head coach of the Leinster rugby team. Leinster had lost in the semifinal of the European Cup to Toulouse the year before, and James had gone into mourning for weeks. So he was determined to win the cup this year and was giving the team his undivided attention and putting in even more time than ever at work. I just hoped his practice schedule wasn't going to clash with our adoption schedule.
"Hello" snapped a grouchy voice at the end of the phone.
"Oh hello, I'm ringing to adopt a baby," I announced.
The woman sighed. "Hold the line."
"Hello," snapped an equally grumpy-sounding colleague.
"Yes hello, I would like to adopt a baby please."
"Have you filled out the Intercountry Adoption Form?"
"The Inter what?"
"The form. Have you filled it out?"
"No, I haven't filled out anything," I said, beginning to feel a bit grumpy myself. What was wrong with these women? Why were they being so rude? And what on earth did she mean by 'intercountry'? Maybe I had misheard and she meant intercounty. Yes that must be it; she needed to know what county I was from in Ireland.
"Address."
"Sorry?"
"I need your address so I can send you the Intercountry Adoption Form."
"Did you say intercounty?"
"No dear, I said intercountry. As in Ireland and China -- not Dublin and Cork."
"But why would I want one of those forms? Isn't it easier and quicker to get an Irish baby? There must be hundreds of young teenage mothers who give up their babies for adoption."
The woman snorted. "Single mothers, give up their babies? Where have you been for the last ten years? Irish baby, ha ha, that's the best I ever heard."
I was now really angry. How dare this old boot laugh at me? Sure, I had fantasized about adopting a child from a war-torn country, but realistically it'd be a lot easier to get a local baby.
"So what are you saying -- I can't adopt an Irish child?"
"There are no Irish babies up for adoption. There were four in total last year. Four in the whole country, and we have thousands of parents looking to adopt and a huge backlog. Intercountry is the only option. Do you want a form sent out or not?"
"Yes, please," I said, feeling utterly deflated.
"Address?"
I gave her my address and hung up. I was reeling. Four Irish babies in the whole country! A huge backlog of parents, with the only option being intercountry. What did that mean? How big was the backlog? What countries were involved in intercountry? Did it include England? With James being English, maybe we'd have a good chance of getting an English baby. But if the single mothers in Ireland were keeping their babies, the single mothers in England were probably doing the same.
I had imagined I'd ring up and they'd say, "Thank you for calling. What a wonderful person you must be to want to adopt a child. When can we meet you? We have hundreds of children waiting to be placed." I never imagined I'd be barked at, laughed at, and then hustled off the phone.
As I sat there lurching between wanting to cry and wanting to call back and tell the woman exactly what I thought of her and her attitude, the phone rang. It was my mother.
"Who were you on to? I've been trying to get through for the past ten minutes."
"The adoption people," I said without thinking.
"What?"
I wanted to bite my tongue in half. How on earth could I have been so casual? Telling my mother that we were gong to adopt a baby required buildup. It should have started with lots of subtle hints about the wonders of adoption. Throw in a few stories about people she had heard of who had successfully adopted -- Mum loved Mia Farrow and thought her multiple adoptions were wonderful. She was always saying how it was the Irish blood in Mia (her mother was the famous Irish actress Maureen O'Sullivan) that made Mia such a good and charitable person. After a series of long discussions about Mia's successful adoptions, I should then have just hinted that we were thinking of going down that route ourselves. Never, but never should I have pounced the news on her as I had just done. And let's face it I had thirty-five years practice -- well, I only started talking at three, but you get the idea -- so it was a very stupid and fatal mistake on ...
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James and Emma have gone though two years of trying to have a baby with no sucess, So they decided to adopt. What seem likes any thing to do is in fact very hard. From the social workers, to classes James and Emma find themshelves now on a different treadmill in their quest in having a family.
"The Right Fit" by Sinead Moriarty is the follow up to her first book "The Baby Trail." While it was was good it did seem to lack some of the charm of the first book.
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Great read for anyone going through infertility or trying to adopt. I love this series. Emma is as always a little naive and you almost feel sorry for her husband with all his drama but still very true to life and fun.
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Not as good as the first but still a winner!,
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In Sinead Moriarty's follow up to 'THE BABY TRAIL' Emma and James, a couple who have tried for years to have a baby with no success have decided to adopt. Going the international route they decide to adopt a Russian child, but deciding on what country to adopt from is the easiest part of this process! Emma and James go through extensive background checks, parenting classes and a wait list the size of Russia itself all to get the child that they have dreamed about but will this child be the right fit for Emma and James?
I thoroughly enjoyed 'THE BABY TRAIL' because Moriarty's depiction of a woman struggling to get pregnant seemed very truthful and there were no easy answers at the end. In 'THE RIGHT FIT' however, the same determination that Emma had to conceive a child in 'THE BABY TRAIL' seemed a bit over the top in 'THE RIGHT FIT' and the ending seemed a little too neat and predictable for my taste. However, the secondary characters are just as lovable and the story of Emma's best friend Lucy and new boyfriend Donal is once again a real treat. Can't wait to read the third book in this series 'FROM HERE TO MATERNITY'!
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