People always ask me how I ended up adopting three kids. The honest answer? I didn’t plan any of it. Not a single one.
The News No Man Wants to Hear
In 2003, just a year after getting married, I went to the doctor and received some news that no man ever wants to hear: “Sorry Ben, but you won’t be able to father your own children.”
I’ve always been a bit of a rebel. So when he said those words, all I could think was “Hold my beer, Doc.”
He explained that I had a chromosomal condition called Klinefelter’s Syndrome — an extra X chromosome. Only affects 1 in 1,000 males. He’d never even met someone with the condition before. Try telling that to your four brothers who are cranking out babies left and right. Much less your new wife who was planning to have a family with you.
I felt like half a man. But I also knew — somehow — that no stupid chromosome was going to stop me from being a dad.
Noah: “FedEx” — Because We Got Him in 3 Days
A little over a year later, on a whim, I called my friend Joanne who runs an adoption agency.
“Hey Joanne, it’s Ben. Chelsea and I are ready to begin the three-year process of adopting a child.”
Most people have a hard time believing what happened next. Joanne responded in her usual frazzled voice: “Oh that’s great! I am literally walking out the door to drive to Dallas to pick up a baby boy who was born yesterday. Do you want him?”
I hadn’t even told my wife I was making that call. It was a total whim.
“Uh, sure… how much is it going to cost?”
“$18,000.”
I barely had $1,800. So I stuck my head into my dad’s office and whispered, “Hey dad, have you got $18,000 laying around?” He held the phone away: “What’s it for?” I said, “It’s for your third grandson.” He replied, “I’ll pay half.”
My wife’s parents said they’d pay the other half. That was on a Tuesday. By Friday, we had Noah Benjamin Langhofer in our arms.
My dad nicknamed him FedEx — because we got him in 3 days.
Elizabeth: The Gift We Didn’t See Coming
Almost exactly a year and a half later, Joanne called again. “Hi Ben, would you and Chelsea like to have a baby girl?”
A 16-year-old girl who lived about 20 miles from us was due any day and hadn’t chosen a birth family. We went to meet her and her parents that day. The next day, the birth mother chose us.
A week later we got the call. Chelsea was able to go in and help deliver Elizabeth. She was strong and healthy and ready to come home. That day we brought Elizabeth Grace home to an excited but very tender big brother Noah.
Isaac: “There is NOOO WAY”
Noah was the best baby in the world. He never cried, laughed often, gave us this special sign when he was hungry. Elizabeth was a different story. If we had gotten her first, we might have been too exhausted to opt for a second one. The laundry room became her friend. The hum of a dryer sometimes did the trick. If that didn’t work, I’d load her in the car at 3am and drive around until the right bump clicked something in her brain to drift off to sleep.
Then one day Chelsea came in with a surprising greeting: “Hi honey. How was your day? Guess what… Joanne called.”
“Nuh uh. No way. Not happening. We don’t have the time, the space, the money, and I’m pretty sure we are both out of patience. The ONLY way I would adopt another baby right now is… if… it were our Angel Baby Noah’s little brother!”
So we called Joanne back. I listened for about one minute before screaming: “SHUT YOUR MOUTH, JOANNE!”
Noah’s birth mom was pregnant. She wanted to know if we wanted Noah’s little brother.
You could have knocked me over with a feather. We couldn’t say no. It was Noah’s little brother.
His due date was September 15th — the same date Chelsea and I got married, the same date Noah was born, the same date Elizabeth was born. Isaac came four days late, on the 19th. Our family of five was just about perfect.
Blessings in Disguise
Today as I look back, I am 100% convinced that being born with that extra X chromosome and facing all of the challenges I faced were nothing more than my own blessings in disguise. For if I hadn’t been sterile, I don’t know if we would have been interested in adopting.
I absolutely cannot imagine my life without Noah, Elizabeth, and Isaac. Adopting these three little miracles has been the most incredible blessing I could have ever imagined.
If I can do it, you can too.
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