A hundred years later

19 1/2 months after birth and 6 months after finalization, 47 calls, letters, and emails to a dozen different bureaucracies later, Bubba’s birth certificate arrived today in the mail.

Legally, I’m Bubba’s “mother” and Baby Mama is his “parent.” It could have been weirder.

I love that we have a legal document that says we’re his parents. It kills me that his first family is nowhere to be found in this paperwork.