We immediately contacted Child Protective Services, and they took over from there. They named him “Baby Boy Doe.” But I couldn’t forget his face—or the way it felt when he held onto me. I called every week to check in, hoping for news.
Then one day, Joe asked what had been on my mind for weeks: “You thinking about adopting him?”
The road to adoption wasn’t easy. As a single firefighter working unpredictable hours, the process was full of challenges—paperwork, interviews, home visits. But I couldn’t walk away. That baby had been left at our station for a reason. When no one came forward to claim him, I stepped up.