Out of the Blue

This April, I spent a few days with my mom and my step-dad. The last time I saw Ed he had been in a drug-induced coma. It was good to see him up and moving around. But it was hard to see him weak and so thin. Coming home from my trip, I was emotionally exhausted.

Out of the blue, I get a call from our old adoption agency. The agency had a birthmother who was due in a few days and they were looking for prospective adoptive parents. The birthmother is a heavy cocaine user, over 40, and had no pre-natal care. That night Kevin and I wrestled over whether we should go back to domestic adoption or stay with the foster care system. We decided to stay with the foster care system because we did not know what type of medical treatment the infant may need. I have been waiting so long for a second child, it felt horrible to say no.

That very afternoon, my social worker called me about that 18-month-old toddler. Now it looks like the reunification process will not go through. The little boy has special needs, a lot of special needs, but he is doing well. The little boy's next court date is in a month. This is still all up in the air, but I have hope.

Right now I have a terrible head cold, Quincy has entered the wonderful, obnoxious stage where he is a brat for every waking moment, Kevin is blissfully oblivious, and I am filled with emotion. So much is in my heart and on my mind, I am vibrating. I think I will go knit a sweater.