Sadie and Jarvis Sampson: A Journey to Parenthood Beyond Expectations
Sadie and Jarvis Sampson spent years trying to conceive, exhausting every option before they came to terms with the idea that their path to parenthood might look different. Then, an unexpected text message changed everything overnight.
The couple, married in January 2018, initially tried to conceive naturally. When that didn’t work, they turned to every method they could think of: ovulation tests, prenatal vitamins, fertility tracking apps, and fertility monitors.
“We even tried the unsolicited advice of friends, family, and strangers to ‘just relax.’ For 14 months, we tried, prayed, and waited. Month after month, we faced negative pregnancy tests. It felt like we were running out of options,” Sadie shared with Love What Matters.
Doctors offered little guidance, often advising Sadie to lose weight to increase her chances of conceiving. Determined, Sadie underwent gastric surgery and successfully lost 28 pounds. Her OBGYN was thrilled and told her, “If you’re not pregnant within six months, I’ll refer you to a fertility specialist.”
Despite the weight loss and renewed hope, pregnancy still didn’t happen. “I felt like I was born to be a mother,” Sadie admitted. “But even after everything, we had to accept that we might only ever be an aunt and uncle.”
A Life-Changing Text
Just as they began to let go of their dream, Sadie received a text from a friend asking if they’d consider fostering a baby. The baby’s biological parents were unable to care for him, and the caseworker initially asked them to foster while the mother sought treatment.
The couple hesitated, afraid of growing attached to a child they might not be able to keep. But soon, the story took a surprising turn: “The birth mom decided she would like you guys to adopt the child instead,” the caseworker told them.
“Holy crap!” Sadie recalled exclaiming. “We went from being childless to being told, ‘You guys are parents!’ overnight.”
The weekend was filled with excitement, nerves, and cautious optimism as they waited to see if the birth mother would change her mind. But by Monday, it was official: the mother wanted them to adopt her son through an independent adoption.
Their baby boy, Ezra Lee, was born prematurely at 33 weeks, weighing just 4 pounds, 5 ounces. “He was so tiny, he literally fit in one of my husband’s hands,” Sadie recalled.
Building a Family That Doesn’t Have to Match
The Sampsons shared their adoption story on social media, and friends and family rallied around them, purchasing 55 out of 72 items from their baby registry in just three days.
Ezra’s adoption was finalized in October 2020. The family celebrated the occasion with matching t-shirts that read, “Families don’t have to match.”
In 2021, the Sampsons’ family grew again when they welcomed twin girls, Journee and Destinee, through embryo donation. Staying true to their family motto, this Black couple became proud parents to three white children: Ezra, Journee, and Destinee.
When faced with judgment or curiosity about their family dynamic, Sadie and Jarvis have one clear message: their family is built on the strongest foundation possible—love.
Their story is a powerful reminder that families come in all shapes, sizes, and colors, and that love knows no boundaries. Please share their inspiring journey with others.
The Former Homeowner’s Cryptic Caution About Our Neighbors Became Apparent After a Shocking Discovery
Upon settling into our new residence, we were initially charmed by our neighbors, the Johnsons. However, our perception dramatically shifted when we returned from a holiday to discover our home vandalized, which led us to unearth a concealed warning from the previous homeowner that drastically altered our understanding of trust.
We had moved into our delightful new home a year earlier, enjoying the peaceful neighborhood and the charming house, thrilled to begin this new chapter. The Johnsons, our next-door neighbors, greeted us warmly with an apple pie and friendly introductions.
“Welcome to the neighborhood!” Jane exclaimed, presenting the pie with a cheerful smile, while her husband Tom stood by her side, waving.
“Thank you so much,” I responded, accepting the pie. “I’m Emma, and this is my husband, Mike.”
Mike stepped forward, shaking their hands. “Pleasant to meet you both. We’re eager to start our life here.”
Our conversation flowed easily, and they seemed genuinely kind. Their home needed some upkeep, but that was of little concern to us. In the months following, our relationship grew through shared barbecues and pool gatherings, seemingly cementing a budding friendship.
However, a turn of events began three months later when I stumbled upon a note from the house’s previous owner hidden inside a kitchen drawer. It read: “Caution: Steer clear of the Johnsons. They’ll turn your life upside down. Keep your distance.”
I shared the mysterious warning with Mike that evening. “What do you make of this?” I asked, showing him the note.
He read it and looked up with a skeptical expression. “Isn’t this a bit over the top? They’ve been nothing but friendly.”
I agreed, albeit reluctantly, feeling an unsettling tug of intuition. “You’re probably right. Maybe there was a personal issue between them.”
“Perhaps the previous owner had some petty disagreements,” Mike reasoned.
We decided to dismiss the note, choosing instead to focus on the positive interactions we had enjoyed with Jane and Tom. We continued inviting them over, exchanging gardening tips and book recommendations, and we even allowed them open access to our garden and pool while we were away on our annual vacation.
Fast forward to our return last week, when we came home to a scene of chaos. Our beautiful garden was trampled, the pool was filled with debris, and trash littered our driveway. We were horrified.
“What on earth happened here?” Mike burst out, visibly enraged.
Determined to get to the bottom of this, we headed straight to the Johnsons’. Jane answered the door with an overly bright smile.
“Hello, neighbors! How was your trip?” she greeted us.
“What has happened to our property?” Mike cut to the chase, his patience worn thin.
Tom appeared, feigning innocence. “That wasn’t us. You have no proof,” he retorted sharply.
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