Because that's just the way they roll...

If sarcastic had a font...this WHOLE post would be written in THAT FONT!!!

I LOVE the way CPS schedules an impromptu meeting with me then asks me if we'd be willing to take Baby Sister (who STILL needs a blog name).  They ask me to rearrange my schedule to accommodate a newborn.  Dr's appointments, longer visit times to promote bonding, yada yada...

THEN this week, the agency worker is telling me 'Well, it might not even happen'. 
Ok, did I mention that I shopped??? No big deal if it doesn't happen but WHY not WAIT to tell me about it then??  Supposedly THAT is the reason they scheduled the meeting. 

THEN, THEN I called the county worker and she is almost SURE we're getting baby sister.  Can anyone BE more unaware of what's going on?  I feel like the agency works to keep me on my toes.  The county does their best to keep me as informed as I need to be.  Right now, we ARE planning on taking Baby Sister.  Little Mighty has not been feeling well since the weekend and his visit was rescheduled for tomorrow.  He had a cold, an ear infection and high fever.  He is finally looking better and hopefully on the mend.  Bio parents were adamant that I not see one specific Dr in the pediatrician's office.  This HAPPENS to be the Dr that admitted them and obviously they are not happy.  There are 2 Dr's int he practice now that I 'cannot make appointments with'.  Whatever dude.  I am seriously clueless about how this case will end.  The Dr and Barbie, the transporter are the only ones who seem to see these bios for what and who they really are.  It's very hard for me to be impartial.  I see what neglect has done to Little Mighty and it makes me angry with them.   

He gained 4 POUNDS!!!

Yes. You read that right.  Little Mighty gained 4 pounds in 9 days. His little belly is still distended and he has a bit of conjunctivitis but overall he's healthy and happy...and 4 pounds heavier!  This has given him the stability to be able to sit up unassisted.  He is now able to push up on his upper arms and get his tiny legs underneath himself in effort to begin crawling.  Look out world!! Here comes Little Mighty!

Got a call...

I can't begin to tell you how defeated I felt after we asked The Lost Boy to be placed in another home.  I questioned my ability to continue to foster and even turned down a few calls.  I was afraid that the 'grace' had lifted and our time of foster care came to a crashing end.  I couldn't even bow out gracefully.  The home finder called me for a 3 year old girl who was on the Au*tism Spectru*m. She was non-verbal.  I said no.  They called me for a sibling set of 2 found wandering the streets in the county next to us.  They were 2 and 3 years old.   They called me AGAIN for the 3 year old girl.  No placements just felt...right.  I considered cleaning out my foster care stash and moving on with life.  Sprout is almost 4 and we are out of the diapers, bottles and stroller stage.  We pretty much can go anywhere and just get up and go.  A few weeks went by and I got really comfortable just BEING a family...without foster care. 

Then the phone rang. 

It was a Friday afternoon (October 20th).  The home finder called to tell me that they were expecting a child to be placed in care on Monday morning (3 days away).  I said yes and asked her to keep me aware of what was going on but I truly did not expect her to call me back.  Monday morning she called to tell me that this little one would be discharged later that day.  He had been in the hospital since the 15th of October due to neglect and a suspicion of Failure to Thrive.  I met the case worker up at the hospital and was introduced to this tiny, little boy.  He looked right through me and my heart broke as I listened to the nurse tell me how neglected he was.  She said that in the 5 days he was in the hospital he gained 2 pounds and came alive.  With the hugs and love and FOOD from the nurses he was starting to show his personality.  This sweet boy had been left in a car in a department store parking lot while BOTH of his parents and older sister went 
in to shop.  I know it sounds insane...but that's NOT what brought him into care.  I'm still trying to understand the events that led him to us but it sounds as if the Dr was not happy with his growth.  In fact, the bio parents switched Dr's because they didn't like what the Dr had to say about this boys weight.  He has not been growing for quite a while and when the Dr sent them for blood work, they switched pediatric offices.  The Dr at the new office sent him to the hospital and admitted him.  So, he is here and doing well.  For all this little one has endured in his short 11 months on earth, his blog name will be Little Mighty.