On March 13th we got a phone call for a foster-to-adopt placement – a little three day old boy. Of course we said yes! (Well, Andrew said yes & then called me and said, “Hey, should I fly home from California?”) The little girl and I frantically got the house picked up and headed out to Target and the mall to pick up a bunch of little blue outfits. After braving a morning in the rain and confused looks from salespeople we made it back home just before nap time and started getting everything washed up so the little boy would have something to wear home from the hospital that afternoon. I had just put the second load into the washing machine when we got the call that this little one no longer needed a home.
So, Andrew stayed in California and I called my sister in London as I started putting all the baby stuff back in the closet.
One week later we got another call – again for a boy, but this time a four month old. We said yes again, but didn’t really believe that he would be coming until the social worker called the next morning and said they were on their way. We didn’t even know his name until he came through he front door. Three weeks later we still don’t know much & have yet to meet his permanent social worker. It’s been crazy trying to get medical history and everything else figured out!
Of course we would love to be able to adopt this little boy, but for now we are just trying to enjoy whatever time we have with him . The two babies are just ten months apart, so we are getting some crazy looks from people when we go out! Our little girl has done a wonderful job adjusting to being a big sister! We are super proud of her. The house is fuller & messier, but the laundry is always done since this sweet boy throws up most of what he eats.
I’m taking both babies to Florida in a few weeks and I can’t wait to see how they react to the beach and pool! I’m not looking forward to the flights though!
From Flats To Lofts 