Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Ortho Worry


I don't even know where to start so I'm just going to type it out while it's fresh in my mind. I'm feeling a jumbled mess of emotions and worrying way in to the future, so I need to sort stuff out.


When Tomorrow had X-rays that showed her femurs were "lining up very well with lots and lots of new bone growth," I expected to be told what was the next step in her treatment plan, but instead was told, "So, we won't need to see her again!" I think my jaw not only hit the floor but actually went through it and fell all the way down to the basement which was three floors below.


  • We had been told she may be in the body cast for up to three months (she was in it for a week).

  • We were told that she'd be in the Pavlik harness for a couple of weeks (she was in it for one)

  • We were told that when her bones were lined up better, they would most likely re-cast both legs (they didn't).


I've wondered all along if we were rushed through the whole Ortho process because Tomorrow is on Medicaid; and because for her first few appointments it was still pending, maybe they weren't sure if they would get paid anything at all for treating her. I have definitely felt that we weren't treated the way I would have been had I brought one of my boys in with our Blue Cross Blue Shield Federal Employee Plan (FEP) which pays for a great many things and quite nicely, too.

What haunts me is a kind of nonchalant comment that was made at the end of Tomorrow's last Ortho appointment. A doctor who is supervising (it's a teaching hospital) said that if Tomorrow wasn't on Medicaid, she probably would have had surgery and would have pins in her leg (the left femur which had the worst, spiral, fracture). And then in the next breath he said, "But Medicaid likes us to do things a certain way, and we don't like to do surgery on little ones if we can avoid it. Besides, she is healing as well as can be expected and probably won't have any long-term problems from her injuries."

Probably isn't good enough for me. I want to know for sure that her bones have healed as well as they possible could have and that there is nothing more that can be done for her in the future.

I want to know: Is Tomorrow getting less or "less than" health care because she is a foster child on Medicaid? -OR- Do children of parents with good insurance have surgeries that aren't needed? Goodness knows that was definitely the case with our first "born" child and my "Unnecessarean". {One time co-payment for maternity health (s)care: $10. Failed Induction with Cervadil and Pitocin: $1,000. Cesarean surgery two days later: $16,000. Male Genital Mutilation: $2,000. The American Way of Birth: Priceless.}


But alas, I digress...

Clearly, I'm confused about whether Tomorrow's prognosis was really good or they just aren't willing to do anything else for her. Maybe it's both. Maybe her outcome really is good. I don't know.


All I know for sure right now is:

1) I think we need to discuss this at our upcoming team meeting,

2) I still want her to keep going to Children's Hospital for continuity of care,

3) I see that I will need to be a vigilant advocate for her when it comes to health care, and

4) I want to have at least one more Ortho appointment *with* X-rays at Children's Hospital.


You'd think twenty-four broken bones would warrant twelve visits. If I were her doctor, I'd want to see her every month for a year. But then, I'd also want her to have physical therapy.

And it all comes back to the simple fact this is why we decided that we'd take her. We are giving her unconditional love...massage, physical therapy, and Reiki...safety and security... all for free.

Because healing shouldn't be contingent upon receipt of money, and love is free.

Sunday, December 09, 2007

Been Busy Bonding!

Tomorrow's favorite new position is forward-facing (a.k.a. "kangaroo carry") in the Moby Wrap. Today she watched me shred spaghetti squash, peel and chop butternut squash, and prepare oatmeal craisin cookie dough and dough for dog biscuits. The only thing I don't like about this carry is not being able to see her cute little face so we go look in the mirror when I need a fix. ;>)

The Cutie Patootie bib was a hand-me-down from Miss Cass and is my FAVORITE! Tomorrow has a bunch of bibs but that is the only one that truly catches it all as it is almost like a dickie. If anyone knows where I can get these type of bibs please let me know.

But the best part: Hammy took these photos!



Yikes! I haven't posted for a while! I guess I get so immersed/involved in the moment/in the real world I forget there is an online world. I have just been busy living life and loving my kids!


Tomorrow is doing really well and being her foster mom is THE BEST JOB I HAVE EVER HAD. Ariel determined her to be a "Level Three" which has a $1,000 monthly stipend so I will not have to return to work at Home Instead. Which is good because I cannot imagine squeezing one.more.thing. into my day right now. Moose told me a few weeks ago what he likes best about Tomorrow being with us is that I don't have to go to work anymore and I can just stay home. "Mom, you don't have to work anymore!" he told me with glee. So how could I burst his little bubble by informing him that being a SAHM/WAHM (stay-at-home-mom/work-at-home-mom) is a 24/7 job with no insurance, comp time or vacation *and* that I am underpaid and overworked?!


Anyway, short post long, it seems that the more we attachment parent Tomorrow (we honestly don't know how to parent any other way), the more she expects her needs to be met instantly! ;>) She keeps us on our toes with her almost constant need for social attention right now. We know that the way she *yells* at us and expects to be held and talked with almost constantly is a testament to our parenting style. She is a smart baby who won't settle for being stuck in her bouncer seat or swing for very long. She will put up with one or the other for just about the amount of time it takes me to use the toilet! Sorry if that's TMI but it is the truth! The fact that I have all but abandoned this baby blog and the seemingly Herculean task of checking my email are both good signs, too. No news in this case is very good news. I could write a book about the frustrations I have with the "justice" system and Denver County Human Services (*not* Ariel), and I probably will someday-- but for now, just know that we're all well.


Oh! Except Mike will be out of town for a few days. So keep us in your prayers/thoughts. I'm nervous about being on my own with three kiddoes but I try to think of so many women who do it every day all year long under the worst of conditions and somehow that gives me strength.


All the Love to you all.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Well-baby visit!


Last Thursday was Tomorrow's two month well-baby visit at the Child Health Clinic at Children's Hospital of Aurora. She weighed in at 10 lbs. & 6 oz. {still 2 oz. less than Moose was at birth!} and 22 and 1/4" long. I forget her head circumference but she is right on track for her size!

The resident who we usually see had been called in the night before so our doctor was an attending/director who had done foster care in southern California before becoming an MD. She was so kind and helpful, fetching a couple of those great hospital receiving blankets {we had one that we were forever washing!} and showing me how to combine swaddling with the colic hold, which she called "side swaddling". She said it really helps with inconsolable babies {and it HAS helped during Tomorrow's fits}.

After waxing formulaic for a bit, she said that she thinks Tomorrow could have a fairly severe cow's milk/soy allergy, and wrote an order for Nutramagen {sp?} which I can get from WIC as it is $30 a can. We'll see if it helps. I have made several formula jokes {E.g. The Similac Sensitive can reads "For Fussiness and Gas" and it's truth in advertising: if you want your baby to have fussiness and gas, feed her Similac Sensitive!} but it really isn't funny.

That's all for now, Miss Chatty wants my attention!

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Many Faces of Tomorrow



























Nana is coming!




We are picking Nana up from the airport today! And by we I mean Hammy, Moose and I. Tomorrow does not like riding in her carseat yet so Mike is going to stay home with her because 1) Nana is my mom and 2) he can! I have to say, that is one advantage to bottle-feeding: dad can feed the baby just as easily. {Just make sure it's breastmilk in the bottle, kids!}


I almost forgot that I took a photo of the adorable gift set my mom sent me for Tomorrow, and of her wearing the cute little slippers! It was the first gift I received that was something new and just for Tomorrow, and it came in the mail the day my in-laws were coming to visit so it was like a hug from home! The very girly set includes a hat, onesie, slippers, bib, and toy in pink butterflies and flowers print, packaged in a pretty little basket. The bib says, "Thank Heaven for Baby Girls". Tomorrow loves the wrist toy but prefers to chew on the slippers just like a little puppy.

The Moby Wrap to the rescue!


LOOK MA, NO HANDS!!
It's not that I don't love my black sugar skulls mei tai by eBayer Amy May {shameless plug! it's my blog!}, because I do. I really, really do. I intend to send her an email and tell her how much I use her mei tai and love the loop she sewed into it that holds a teether. Plus, Amy is extra sweet. We exchanged several friendly emails after I purchased one of her very inexpensive mei tais, and she even offered to teach me how to make my own!

Nonetheless, for longer, sunny walks like the ones we took last Saturday {to get Thai takeout to celebrate Mara's two month birthday and then to the clubhouse so the boys could ride scooters}, the Moby Wrap is just super-duper comfortable and will be more warm on chilly days. It's like wearing a really comfy t-shirt and shawl, and with the added bonus of a baby nestled inside of it!

I got a barely used Moby Wrap on eBay, and I'm looking forward to wearing Tomorrow in all of the positions that it will allow. It's really nothing more than a beautifully dyed piece of lightly tapered cotton cloth with overlocked edges and a label to let you now what is the middle of the top of the fabric, yet it is amazing how much a simple thing can make a major difference in the quality of life for mama/baby.

I am a well-seasoned babywearer of over five years now who has used the NoJo babysling, an Over the Shoulder Baby Holder (OTSB), Maya Wrap (w/ shoulder cap flap), Maya Pouch, Karma Baby, Tough Traveler, Baby Bjorn, Infantino, Snugli, ERGO, Freehand Baby Mei Tai (MT) and Eden MT. The Moby Wrap is by far the least complicated, softest, most comfortable, versatile and washable baby carrier I've ever tried. And I'm not selling these (yet?), I just love mine!

Tomorrow's Guardian Angel Light

I can't get enough of those sweet little cheeks!

The adorable outfit is a like-new, hand-me-down set from Miss Cassie!


Maybe growing weary of the Poppa-razzi?!



I would be remiss if I didn't blog about Tomorrow's Guardian Ad Litem (abbreviated as GAL), "Amie". She is a really cool (nose-pierced!), very friendly, smart AND bilingual attorney and mother of three daughters in Denver...and it gives me goosebumps when I think about such a great mom raising three girls in this world...I just know they will become smart, strong women!
Before I forget: Hammy calls the Guardian Ad Litem a "Guardian Angel Light".

Amie visited us last Saturday afternoon and we talked for almost an hour and a half. I felt so comfortable opening up to her and telling her *everything* about bringing Tomorrow home, all of her medical appointments and physical issues, the first family visit and my concerns about the bio/birth mom, Tomorrow's behavior when we first brought her home compared to now, and lots of other stuff that I hadn't really been able to tell one single person. Something which impressed me was that she wrote *everything* down {on a legal pad, of course} and I truly felt as if my voice was heard.


It is so complicated, being a foster mother. On one hand I am just supposed to be taking care of the baby until she can return to her family. But in the process, I am not only bonding with her and getting to know her on a deeply personal level~ perhaps even the deepest~ but I am also becoming an advocate for her. I have daydreams in which I go to court and stand up~ voice shaking and all~ and tell the judge exactly what I think about the fact that NO ONE IS IN JAIL FOR WHAT HAPPENED TO THIS BABY. I would like to add {and I told Amie this and she smiled}: The birth mother can have her back OVER MY DEAD BODY. Even if the birth mom honestly didn't know about all of the fractures {an explanation that, to me, shows complete ignorance of her well-being and severe neglect} I now feel strongly that she does not deserve to get Tomorrow back. Ever. I apologize if you are a bio mom reading this and that stings, but it's how I feel and this is my blog. If you want to express your feelings, please start your own blog. It's sooo cathartic!

Anyway, the boys think Amie is a real angel. They were watching to see if she had wings. Moose told Amie he loves Tomorrow and really wants to keep her. It was such a good visit and gave me hope.

And speaking of angels: Codi, our case manager with Ariel Clinical Services, is coordinating a team meeting between the county caseworker, guardian, herself and I. It feels so right to be part of Tomorrow's team, and Mike will take a half day off from work* for the team meeting so I can be there sans kiddies and be able to participate in as professional a way as my heart will allow.


*Remind me to tell you about how Mike's boss discriminated against him as a foster parent with regard to leave and what Mike did to fight back as the most awesome first-time foster dad ever!

**The above photos were taken before the visit when Tomorrow and I were BOTH clean and smelling pretty AT THE SAME TIME!! A first since we brought her home, just a few showers ago, LOL.

Monday, November 05, 2007

"Put the power of the universe here"



Tonight was the second family visit. It was an evening visit, from 5 to 6:30 p.m. and at a different center in a not-so-great part of town but apparently the family has to walk and it is close to Tomorrow's bio mom's apartment. Mike took Tomorrow this time since he could and I wasn't really feeling up to it. Mom brought a four pack of bibs, a pack of size 2 diapers, a really soft pair of pink socks and a small can of Similac Sensitive formula. Mike said the birth mom asked how Tomorrow was doing in the cast right from the start which is a good sign. She was glad to hear she was out of the cast and harness. The first person to hold her was the twelve year old sister who Mike said also cried when the visit was coming to an end. My heart breaks for the family, especially the sisters. I can't imagine one of my little sisters being taken when she was just a newborn baby, and only getting to see her once a week after not getting to see her at all for a few weeks.

And once again I feel the need to protect *my* heart and yet I don't know exactly how to do it. I cannot help but fall in love with this little baby, who I carry around with me most of the day and sleep with half the night (not that I don't try to get her to sleep in her crib-- believe me, I do!!)

Speaking of which...I am supposed to be going upstairs to take a nap...but I feel like I have something I need to get off my chest...I can't quite put into words yet how bittersweet this experience is. Today, I feel like I am acting like someone I am not. The family visits are wake-up calls that bring home the reality that this sweet little baby, who feels like she is ours, belongs to someone else. Even though I am the one getting up with her all night, holding her as she cries and heals from horrendous abuse, and hearing her first babbling, coos and giggles. It's days like today when I wish I had given this opportunity more consideration. But that's just my brain talking. My heart would compose an entirely different post with an adorable pic of Tomorrow.

In summary, I told Mike when he got home with Tomorrow that I will never again foster a newborn baby or very young child who is not legal risk. He said, "Honey, I know you and you wouldn't be able to say no if they called you with another baby" and I went off on him! I VOW to myself and to my kids that I will never put us through this again. Mike and the boys are falling in love with Tomorrow, too, and I imagine we will all be devastated if she is reunited with her family of origin.

Please continue to keep us in your hearts/meditation/prayers/reiki/thoughts/vibes.

Thanks for listening.

Friday, November 02, 2007

LOVE COMES FIRST


This is a photo of me doing "kangaroo care" or skin to skin (s2s) therapy with Tomorrow. I try to spend at least two hours of s2s time with her each day, for bonding and also for her well-being. They make clothing especially for kangaroo care but I have a few stretchy t-shirts with v-necks like the one pictured here that work very well. Yep, she is *inside* of my t-shirt! And she is in nothing but a diaper. My shirt says "LOVE COMES FIRST".

Tomorrow's Nursery




Used changing table: $15
New Jenny Lind crib from BIG LOTS: $80
Mattress from Target: $70
Fisher Price Nature's Touch cradle swing: $140
Watching your guest room transform into a nursery: Priceless

Two Little Feet




"I got two little feet to get me across the mountain
Two little feet to carry me away into the woods
Two little feet
Big mountain"


~ Greg Brown

Meow!







Tomorrow was a kitty cat for Halloween. She passed out candy for about an hour 'til she passed out. She had some visitors~ our kid-sitter and her little brother, mom and a friend~ and I also took her next door for a quick minute while she was in her costume so that our neighbors could see her because they haven't seen her since the day we brought her home from the hospital! They said she looks great and much happier. She smiled and flirted as usual. The kitty cat costume was really appropriate since she sounds like a kitten most of the time! She is such a cute kitty!

Friday, October 26, 2007

Swandive



Been doing a lot of Reiki and craniosacral support with Baby Grrl today. Her leg muscles have been spasming a lot, and I'm hoping that is a good sign. She hates to ride in her car seat even when she is fed/burped/has had her pain meds/is in a clean dipe...so I am just going to stay home with her until she doesn't mind riding in the car.

We had a lovely home visit this morning with our case manager from our CPA (child protective agency). She is a nice person and I'm really glad we went with a small agency. It's worth it for the training and extra support. I have some serious concerns after the visit with the biological mother on Tuesday~ and while the Denver County Case Worker thanked me for calling and sharing my observations with him, he didn't say that he was going to do anything about it. The Clinical Case Manager from our licensing CPA thinks he's new and told me to share all of my concerns with the Guardian Ad Litem, or GAL, who is an attorney appointed by the court to represent. She told me that the GAL can recommend reunification or termination of parental rights, based on information from us, the case workers and family. She also seconded the idea that I keep a journal (Mike had thought of this already) to document what I feel/hear/see/think as we go through the awkward, emotional, frustrating, and painful process of visitations.

The biggest lesson for me so far has been with regard to Reiki. My teacher Mary Arnow in Utah cautioned us to not put it away after our workshops and attunements but to use it daily, and I even purchased a really neat book from her about that called the twelve gifts of healing. I gave myself and the boys nightly treatments until we moved to CO from UT and I became busy and disconnected. Since settling in our home here, I have received my second level training and attunements, but once again let the daily grind of life get in the way of being in the eternal moment. Wanting desperately to help Baby Grrl heal herself led me to tap into the divine source from which Reiki flows freely again and to remain more connected for longer periods than ever before. As I shared with my stepmom, I actually feel as if *I* could even stop taking pain medication for my Osteoarthritis if only I could maintain this level of "being in Reiki". It is the same old familiar comforting feels like coming home "conscious contact" which I experienced sixteen years ago when I was nineteen and incarcerated, and it has truly been a major spiritual re-awakening!

That said, I am exhausted, sore and spent much of the time, which works strangely well when it comes to being with the boys all day whether I got two or three hours of sleep or not as I am usually too groggy to "helicopter parent" them. Friday we had 'Yes Day' -- a day of me saying yes to everything within reason so long as it did not harm person or property (including teeth with too much candy). Hammy said it was "the best day of my whole entire life except when I was with God". I think it really helped after a couple of weeks of them hearing "in a minute", "later", and "your dad can do that with you when he gets home". I've really struggled with the way I have had to alter my time with the boys-- feeling like I'm neglecting them because of Tomorrow's high/immediate needs-- but Mister Dad encourages me so much, insisting that we are teaching the boys powerful lessons that cannot be learned by doing flash cards and worksheets. And when I asked Hammy one day, "Do you get mad about how much time I have to spend taking care of Baby Grrl?" he replied instantly, "No! Never. She is a baby." Moose still dotes on her *constantly* and is sad when she is asleep and he can't kiss her. He showers her with affection ("kiss kiss" and "hug hug" and the very special "double kiss hug") all day long and still says, "Oh, she is so cute!'' every time he sees her!

I am also teaching them infant care, massage and Reiki...and all the while emphasizing how much better and easier it was to breastfeed them as compared to bottle-feeding Tomorrow. I'm so hoping these lessons stick as I strive to be a graceful example of what it is to be a spiritual being having a human experience.


cradling the softest, warmest part of you in my hand
feels like a baby bird fallen from the nest
and i think that your body is something i understand
i think that i'm happy, i think that i'm blessed

i've got a lack of inhibition
i've got a loss of perspective
i've had a little bit to drink
and it's making me think

that i can jump ship and swim
that the ocean will hold me
that there's got to be more
than this boat i'm in

'cuz they can call me crazy if i fail
all the chance that i need
is one-in-a-million
and they can call me brilliant
if i succeed
gravity is nothing to me
moving at the speed of sound
i'm just going to get my feet wet
until i drown

and i teeter between tired
and really, really tired
i'm wiped and i'm wired
but i guess it's just as well

'cause i built my own empire
out of car tires and chicken wire
and i'm queen of my own compost heap
but i'm getting used to the smell

and i've got a lack of information
but i got a little revelation
and i'm climbing up on the railing
trying not to look down

i'm going to do my best swan dive
into shark-infested waters
i'm gonna pull out my tampon
and start splashing around


'cuz i don't care if they eat me alive
i've got better things to do than survive
i've got a memory of your warm skin in my hand
and i've got a vision of blue sky and dry land

i'm cradling the hardest, heaviest part of me in my hand
the ship is pitching and heaving,
my limbs are bobbing and weaving
and i think this is what i understand

i just need a little vaccination
for my far-away vacation
i'm going to go ahead and go boldly
because a little bird told me
that jumping is easy
that falling is fun
right up 'til you hit the sidewalk
shivering and stunned

and they can call me crazy if i fail
all the chance that i need
is one-in-a-million
and they can call me brilliant
if i succeed
gravity is nothing to me
moving at the speed of sound
i'm just gonna get my feet wet
until i drown...


~ Swandive by Ani DiFranco,
from the album little plastic castles

For Miss Cass


Tomorrow has a closet full of girlie clothes in awesome condition & sizes ranging from newborn (0-3 months) to 4T...including approximately 35 dresses...that previously belonged to a dear friend & LLLI co-leaders' daughter. Dresses were all that fit over the cast, so I was grateful to have pretty ones. I'm truly enjoy dressing Tomorrow {on her beautiful purple wooden changing table from Unique Thrift Store!} now that she's more comfortable, & especially in clothes given in love. THANK YOU AGAIN HEATHER!




Will try to post pix of afore-mentioned changing table, brand-new Jenny Lind crib, & Nature's Touch (papason style) Cradle Swing this weekend. And yes, I am documenting EVERYTHING!

Thursday, October 25, 2007

The Revolutionaries Wore Pearls


I have to give a shout-out to La Leche League, the founding mothers, and all the amazing mothers who came before me and taught me the womanly art of breastfeeding and supported an instinctual way of mothering {also known as "attachment parenting"}. I may not be able to breastfeed Tomorrow ~ although she is a poster child for what babies and mommas need ~ but I can give her all the LLLove and closeness that I learned through two symbiotic breastfeeding relationships {which have blossomed into two of the most satisfying alliances of my life!!}




If you want to know more about La Leche League International and why babies were born to breastfeed, you can visit the LLLovely website at: http://www.lalecheleague.org/ or http://www.llli.org/.




I've been wearing my pearl bracelet {that my Co-Leader got me from the LLL conference} since we picked Tomorrow up from the hospital, and I hope to pass it on to her someday.




Please, Mother of God, let me pass it on to her someday...

Miraculous Update!!


Tomorrow had an appt in Ortho at Children's Hospital this a.m. X-rays showed that the breaks in both of her femurs-- which were at 90 degree angles last Thursday-- are now aligned with*lots* of new bone growth! So she is out of the Pavlik harness *and* arm splint! She is kicking, wiggling & cooing right now at her biggest brother who is holding her and talking with her while I type this post!!


The pic is an old photo from when we first brought her home but it's for Hammy. Will post more pix when I can- we've taken lots but most are sad/still on the camera. Many happy pix to come!


Ask and you shall receive!

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

"Your call will be answered...


in the order in which it was received."


Feel free to call- the ringing phone doesn't bother the baby a bit- but, unless it is urgent, please just leave one message and wait for me to call you back...on the weekend, when Mike's here.


Thank you for your concern, support & understanding!

Saturday, October 20, 2007

Six days at a time

While I strive to live one day at a time, I thought I would share a brief synopsis of this week with Tomorrow in one post!

Tuesday, she had visits with both caseworkers (Denver County & Ariel Clinical Services) in the midst of our boys and I having the flu. Hammy started throwing up first on Monday, then Moose on Tuesday and by Wednesday I had joined them. Poor Moose couldn't even hold down water for about half a day. I had started us all on the homeopathic remedy Gelsemium right away, but in the end (no pun intended) we actually improved quickly with Nux Vomica and lots of saltines. Mike of course was queasy but kept his meals down. And, thankfully, Tomorrow didn't get it! I can't imagine the poor baby being ill on top of everything else she is enduring. It was sooo hard for us not to kiss on her for a few days but we did it (and washed our hands obsessively) for her sake.

Thursday she had two follow-up appointments at Children's Hospital. The first was at 11:50 a.m. and the second was at 3:50 p.m. so I planned to spend the day at the hospital. It was a very long day for us both and thank goodness for my mei tai (traditional Chinese baby carrier). X-rays revealed that the fractures in her femurs weren't aligned very well at all and wouldn't heal properly in the position they were in, so little peanut was freed from her shell and strapped into a Pavlik harness which abducts her legs into a froggy position using gentle traction. Basically, it's like a pair of suspders with a chest strap and the suspenders go all the way down to booties on her feet. Her diaper goes under the straps and gown goes over them. She is wearing a pair of S's hand-me-down socks over the booties to keep from getting poop on them during diaper changes and he is tickled that she is wearing his socks!

Here is a link to a site about the harness:
http://www.hip-baby.org/pavlik.html

She is comfortable in the harness when she is resting on her back or on our chests, but it hurts her to change positions. She cries out when she is lifted (no matter how carfeully) or moved from being cradled in our arms to being burped on our shoulders. The doctor wrote us another prescription for Tylenol with Hydrocodone and warned me that she would probably be uncomfortable and might need more pain meds. We are giving her the hydrocodone every six hours as prescribed, but it seems to wear off about an hour before the next dose, so I just hold her and give her reiki and don't move her until I can give her some pain meds again. She soaks up our love like a sea sponge and puts out as much as she receives. It's like having a little bundle of anti-depressant medicine and chocolate all swaddled up in a pretty, soft blanket...and I still can't quite find the words to describe how much I adore her already, but I am sure they will come to me over time as I have more days like today for quiet reflection and cocooning with Tomorrow. We have been getting lots of alone time to bond for the past few days. I wear her or let her sleep on me constantly unless Mike can take her, so we are quite bonded already after one week and one day as "mother and daughter".

Thursday we bonded amidst stress as it was just us for the day albeit at the hospital and through the traumatic experience of being cut out of her full-body cast I was able to give her a sponge bath and put cocoa butter lotion all over her ute little body. Friday, Hammy had a field trip to Miller Farms with the Options kindergarten class so Mike drove Hammy and Moose plus two other boys from Hammy's class to pick veggies from three different fields while I stayed home and did laundry and cleaned house with Tomorrow in the mei tai! She only weighs nine and a half pounds so she is a joy to wear in a baby carrier~~ especially after my two boys who were born weighing more than she does now at six weeks! Today, the boys are with their grandparents from Hawaii and Mike at the Castle Rock Outlet Malls. I have asked Mike to bring home some new gowns or other pink/purple things for Princess Tomorrow so we'll see how he does. We *have* to spend at least $50 a month on clothes for her...how will I ever manage? ;>)

So Friday my in-laws flew in from San Antonio and we had Mike's famous Chicken Katsu for dinner. ("I will not eat all the leftovers...I will not eat all the leftovers...I will not eat all the leftovers") The day I got the call about Tomorrow, I had made a giant "squasherole" (spaghetti squash and zucchini casserole with tomato sauce and mozzarella cheese) to share with one of my clients from Home Instead but instead I portioned it up and froze it for days like today when I don't have to make lunch for anyone but me. I will relish tomorrow, as I know Monday will come all too soon and I will be on my own with three kiddoes...ALL of them perceptive, sensitive and spirited in their own special ways!

And this is the time when I take a deep breath and say: One day at a time.

Monday, October 15, 2007

Resistance = futile



It will most likely come as no surprise to you, dear readers and supporters of Tomorrow, that *I* had the (first?) meltdown, after a hard day's night with a fussy baby girl who sounded like a broken squeak toy and seemed as if she was trying to tell me everything that has happened to her. I wore her for three hours in the mei tai, as it was the only way to keep her from crying. I would do the babywearing dance and shush her to sleep and then she would wake again as if startled. I heard Mike turn off his alarm at three a.m. and I figured he really needed to sleep longer so I thought I would stick it out as long as I could but I finally had to wake him up at about 3:30 a.m. because I felt like I couldn't breathe and was thinking I can't do this/This was a mistake/We have to give her back. When I handed Tomorrow off to Mike and she stopped crying immediately, I started crying and cried myself to sleep knowing she was in good hands.

Mike has been a rock and, like me, was bonded to Tomorrow before we even brought her home from the hospital. They had their first nap together at the hospital in a recliner while I was working on getting her discharged. My husband is such an amazing man! He has grown into a really patient and nurturing father, as well as an encouraging and supportive husband. I am so fortunate, and it's the trying times like these that make me realize just how fortunate I am.

Sometimes it's hard to care for Tomorrow, but I truly feel honored to be her foster mother. I cannot pretend that I would be okay with handing her over to *anyone* else at this point-- I feel so attached to her already, and last night only cemented that bonding. I got down on my knees at one point with her strapped onto me in the mei tai, and prayed hard for guidance, for some sign that this is what we are supposed to be doing. I can see more clearly today, after getting five hours of sleep, that we have already received a sign and she has the most beautiful, big, brown eyes.

But then today, we got a call from the Denver County caseworker asking if we would take the four-year-old and seven-year-old siblings!! Mike politely told her no because we have our hands full with Tomorrow, but thanks for asking- and even though I knew (instantly!) that was the right thing to do for our family, it felt as if two more little pieces broke off of my very fragile heart. Still, it was also like a ray of light at the end of what I imagine will be a long tunnel. If the grandmother can't handle the other five siblings, there is little chance that Tomorrow will be placed in her custody.

After all of that, I needed to process the phone call aloud and did so with a new friend from Prairie Unitarian Universalist (UU) Church who is a foster mother and adopted her daughter when she ten months old. Mike had taken the boys to the skate park, so we were able to have a nice conversation while Tomorrow napped on me. It was good to confide in and laugh with someone who has been here and done this. She agreed that today's call boded well for our chances to adopt Tomorrow, and just talking about it brought some hope to the day and lifted my mood. We are so fortunate to know her and her husband, and they have offered to provide respite for us when we are ready since they are licensed as a foster family. That is just one of many situations that feel absolutely heaven sent. It is so awesome to experience synchronicity, and to discover more ways to connect with others.

And speaking of synchronicity, this morning my Yogi Tea teabag tag said, "The art of happiness is to serve all." I took that as a good sign, too, and will adopt it as a new mantra.

The photo above is for my Grand-Mother Charlotte. She has a really neat story about holding one another's hands that I will try to remember to ask her to type up and email to me; and I have always thought of her when my babies hold onto my finger. Tomorrow likes to sleep holding onto my pinkie finger. If I try to slip out of her grip she fusses loudly, and won't settle back down unless I let her have my pinkie back. It seems the least I can do to just give in and let her hold on tight all night long and simply be there for her in whatever way she needs.

Sunday, October 14, 2007

A photo of Tomorrow












Some Q's & A's

A lot of folks have asked us a lot of questions we don't have the answers to, and some we do. I will try to share what we know here.

Q: How are the boys handling all of this?
A: Like pros! They seem to be enjoying some time off from "hyper-parenting"-- although L asked to homeschool math tonight. They're very loving toward Tomorrow and like to hold, help feed, and hug and kiss her. Moose especially likes to listen to her snoring in her sleep. Hammy cannot bear the sound of her crying, and he said it hurts his tummy. Crying hurts me, too, and it's why I am such a responsive parent. I know he will make such a great father someday.

Q: What happened to the baby?
A: We don't know. All we know is that her birth mother took her in to the ER with a "cold", the doctors noticed one of her legs was swollen, and x-rays showed twenty-four different fractures in various stages of healing (which means they happened at different times). The man who is presumed to be the father was arrested, is in jail and court is Monday. We may not know for a while what the judge decides for Tomorrow.

Q: What is the cast like?
A: It is from her chest to her ankles with an opening in the crotch for diaper changes. It is pink! It is roomy around her chest and stomach, so that she has room for a gassy tummy and to grow over the next three to four weeks. We were taught the signs of cast problems and if we notice anything unusual we will rush her to Children's Hospital (only a ten minute drive) for a new cast.

Q: How extensive were her injuries?
A: She has twenty-four fractures, mostly in her ribs, legs and right arm (which is in a splint). She has a tiny fracture in her skull but did not have a brain bleed. She also has some smaller fractures in her fingers and toes so we have to be careful when touching her hands and feet.

Q: Is she in a lot of pain?
A: It's hard to say, and she can't exactly tell us (although we're getting to be pros at interpreting her cries). We are giving her Infant's Tylenol during the day and Tylenol with Hydrocodone at night. I had to call the hospital several times last night (I kept getting transferred and hung up on) and I had to go up the food chain a few steps to get the RN on call to finally call the physician on call, to phone in to the 24-hour Walgreen's the prescription for the narcotic-- which really ticked me off since they prescribed it and had been giving it to her there. Anyone who knows me well knows I do not use medication with my own children unless absolutely necessary-- I have a great respect for homeostasis and the body's ability to heal. But I also feel strongly that this baby needs to sleep to heal, and she can't sleep if she is in pain. I'd rather err on the side of caution and give her a dose of pain medicine relative to her age/size than to have her in pain.

Q: Does she cry a lot?
A: Not at all, especially considering what she has been through. She does not like to have dirty diaper and she will fuss over a barely wet *disposable* diaper so she is very sensitive! She does seem to have nightmares-- she frequently wakes suddenly as if startled (in the absence of noise or any change in the environment) and cries out as if in sharp pain-- but she is easily soothed with snuggling, shushing and kisses. However, today we noticed she has started to "talk to the angels" in her sleep (that's what Nana calls it) which some infant experts say is just involuntary facial movements but I swear is more like practice smiling and laughing from a full day of studying our many funny faces and the animated ways in which we move our mouthes/tilt our heads, raise our eyebrows and nod, et cetera when talking. Also-- and I don't tell you this to intentionally break off a piece your heart but just to get it off my chest-- she does have this pitiful, not hungry, not diaper-related, sad, little cry; and sometimes it sounds like she is crying 'Mama' and it really makes me wonder if she is missing her birth mother, and makes me want to cry. I tell her she's okay, and everything is going to be alright and I will be her momma for now.

Q: Will you get to keep her?
A: We don't know. There was no promise of her being "legal risk" (adoptable) but I really wanted to take her in anyway given the extent of her injuries. Her five older siblings, ranging in ages from two to thirteen, are with a grandmother. We were told she will be placed with us for a minium of six months. We are just going to love her as if she is our own baby. We believe that she will always remember the love we gave her whether she joins our family or returns to hers.

Q: Would you like us to bring over some leftover pizza?
A: We're doing okay with meal preparation right now, but thank you for asking!I think we're nesting or babymooning or whatever you call it. Nonetheless, Mike will return to work a week from this Monday (October 17?) and that would be a great time to have some meals delivered.

Q: Do you need anything for the baby?
A: We have a borrowed Arms Reach co-sleeper from some LLL friends (which she slept in once for over an hour!) and also a Jenny Lind crib on layaway at Big Lots but we are looking for a good (new or used) crib mattress. I really want to get an organic mattress but will settle for a used one with a good cover until we get our first full stipend check in mid-November. I do not have any crib bedding yet except the sheets that came with the co-sleeper. She is pretty set for clothing and has a bunch of pretty blankets, and hopefully we will be getting a forward of $80 for clothing allowance so I can get some more open-bottom gowns and kimono shirts (they work well with the body cast). We could use some bibs until we get paid this Wedneday as we only have one! We were actually really broke at the time of this placement due to just finishing painting the exterior of our house, and we are waiting on an advance from Ariel out of our first stipend. The way it works is that they *reimburse* you for your expenses. We were lucky to be able to get some diapers and formula from the hospital, but we are almost out of both. She wears size 1 swaddlers with a size 3 over it to help with any leakage due to the shape and size of the body cast. If anyone has any of the above items that they are able to donate to her, we would be very grateful on behalf of her! Any items given to her will go with her wherever she goes. We could also use some bottles. We only have two. She will not take a pacifier (smart baby!). She could use another hat. She has one knit cap and she looks like a doll in it and even seems to like it!

Q: How are you doing? How is Mike?
A: I'm blissed out from the sweet baby girl vibes and Mike is already addicted to taking baby naps with Tomorrow on his chest. We're doing really well. We're a well-oiled machine when it comes to tag-team parenting and we both really enjoy loving up babies! We take turns sleeping and the boys sleep through the night so we'll be in a groove by the time Mike goes back to work. Being formula-fed, she does go a bit longer between feedings than mine did although not much longer. I have had a couple of panicky moments of What were we thinking? Newborns are so much work and it is constant! but then Tomorrow wakes up and the love takes over again. She has also smiled at us and even giggled. There are perks to newborn care we had forgotten about.

Q: What were you thinking? Are you crazy? (No one has actually asked us these aloud.)
A: We were thinking it would be a good thing to do, and yes I am crazy. Crazy about babies! I am not a glutton for punishment, a martyr, nor an unusually unselfish person. Just a momma.

Saturday, October 13, 2007

"Tomorrow" is home safe with us!

We have been taking turns holding her for the past twenty-four hours plus! She is sooo snuggly! She prefers to sleep on our chests and in our arms and we are giving her all the love she needs. She nuzzles into our necks and molds to us as best she can in a full body cast. I don't have time to write about the whirlwind of emotions I've been feeling but suffice to say it is a wee bit easier to mother a newborn when one isn't recovering from birth/surgery/hormonal overload! I also quickly want to note before I forget that I think a contributing factor to the tragic events while with her family of origin could have been that she is a classic "high need" baby who is very sensitive and perceptive but only cries whenever she is poopy, wet or needs to burp or fart. When her needs are met, she is happy. :>) High need babies like her and high response parents like us are a good fit. That's all I have for now.

Friday, October 12, 2007

Butterflies set in

I have major butterflies in my belly this morning! Finally drugged myself to sleep last night with some Tylenol PM at about 1 a.m. so I am a bit groggy. Fell asleep to the (imagined) sound of the baby crying. It's like I was hearing it from within. And she has a deep, lusty cry~ which she reserves exclusively for diaper changes~ that I heard twice last night so it is burned into my memory. Was she crying that very moment during a diaper change at the hospital? I am known to be psychic with people with whom I share a strong attachment. I missed her last night. Even little Moose said, on the way home, 'I miss that baby. I wish we could bring it home tonight.' We are so fortunate to be about a ten minute drive from the new, state of the art hospital. But I am eager to have her home. I woke this morning at 7:15 to the aroma of my coffee brewing and shot out of bed, thinking Where is______? What is her name again? Why isn't she crying?

Mike just took Hammy to kindergarten and Moose is sleeping soundly. I'm going to let him sleep in so he will be well-rested for my sister, who will have her own toddler (and who *must* nap) to take care of as well. moose is at that age when he can go without a nap if needed as long as he goes to bed early.

My concerns are jumbled up with a deep, settling sadness and what feels like rising anger that someone injured this child so severely. yesterday I was going through the motions but today it feels like reality is setting in. I kept thinking last night: This baby would be so perfect without this body cast. NO!! She *is* perfect. What was done to her is imperfect. Who could harm a hair on her head? And today the reality is that we will have to take her to (court-ordered and supervised) visits with the very family that allowed her to be so horribly hurt. I refuse to believe that no one but the abuser knew about the abuse. The bruises are apparent. A child with that many extensive injuries could not have appeared normal- especially if it was the sixth child. And yet my heart goes out to the mother somehow, wondering if she really did know, if she felt powerless to stop it, and if she was herself abused and trapped in what felt like an inescapable cycle of violence. It is my nature to think both the best and the worst. So when I think the best of the mother, I want her to know that I will take the very best care of her precious little girl.

My mom sent me an email last night, asking what it feels like to be an answered prayer. It feels good. It feels right. It feels like everything we have done up to this point has prepared us for this and that we were called to it. And it also feels like the School of Hard Knocks is in session and that we are in for some serious life lessons. A lot of people have told us/wrote to us that we are so generous, so great, so kind, so special...but we are just a bunch of regular, flawed folks. We aren't saints or devout Buddhists or die-hard Christians or anything unusual. I simply replied to a "Help Wanted" ad in the newspaper for Therapeutic Foster Parents (in the classifieds under Social Services) and we've been in training for a year.

If not us, then who? As the ads say, "It doesn't take a lifetime, but it can change a life."

I'm so excited, nervous, sad and scared as we set out on this voyage. I know it will change us completely, no matter what the outcome. It has already changed us. In a way, our world just got darker. But we are lighting a candle in that darkness, and that candle burns brightly in hope and in love. Feel free to use our candle to light your own, and to pass it on to others in the dark.

Thursday, October 11, 2007

I'm bringing home a baby bumble bee...

Okay, so I'm tired...but that song just popped in my head when I was trying to think of a title.

The jokes are flying around here as usual, in the midst of some sadness. I am *almost* all cried out after a long, emotional day of phone calls with our Placement Coordinator, a Caseworker for Denver County, a Social Worker from Children's Hospital, various family members, and four different people at work and then meeting with nurses and a doctor caring for the baby...

I got a call today from our Placement Coordinator (they are not kidding when they say to be prepared once you're licensed, because some placements occur very quickly) about a little girl who is at the brand new Children's Hospital in a full body cast with twenty-four broken bones. Originally, he had said she was five months old. It turns out she is five WEEKS old. My brain literally hurts from trying to wrap my mind around the situation that would compel a person to break (and with what?!) the ribs and legs of a tiny, sweet, beautiful baby girl. My spirit weeps.

We visited her tonight. We got there right when she was due to wake up and eat so I got to hold her, feed her, burp her, and kiss her. It was weird to give a baby a bottle of formula. She is on Similac Advanced and it stinks. It makes her burp and fart a lot. She nuzzled my neck and I had to remind myself three times not to latch her on! I changed her stinky diaper (yet another reason to breastfeed! the poop smells better- sometimes even like hummus or eggs and rice!) and she does.not.like to have her diaper changed. I told her not to worry, as we have a wipes warmer and cloth dipes at home.
We'll see what I can do about the formula.

Mike and Hammy held her, too, and she flirted with them both. I so wish I had shot some video!

Did I mention we are bringing her home tomorrow? TOMORROW!! It's all happening so fast.

My sister is coming in the morning to watch Moose. It works out well as Friday is Hammy's day to go to the one day a week Options for homeschoolers kindergarten, but he is threatening not to go. I am trying to convince him to go so he can show off his framed photo of his other aunt but mostly I just need him to go so my sister will only have to watch Moose. I don't really care if Hammy doesn't want to go anymore after that. He complains about the kids who bully/do the boy-girl thing and his behavior toward his brother is changing.

Mike took a week off from work. He's always great about doing that. He took 5 weeks off with our first baby who ended up coming into the world via Cesarean surgery; 3 weeks for our second who was born at home with a midwife; and 1 week for a foster baby who is 5.5 weeks old...yeah, the math is good! So, with weekends, he is off for 10 days. It will be wonderful to have him here, and to know that one of us will be there for the boys at all times during what is bound to be a wild ride either way.

That's all I have the time for right now. I will try to post as often as I can from here on out!


We're officially licensed!

And I was so incredibly excited to hear the news in a voicemail that I cried out to the boys ("GUYS! WE'RE GONNA BE A FOSTER FAMILY!") who were playing on a six foot pile of sand at the playground on the swim beach at Cherry Creek State Park, and then I immediately called Lance, Mike, and my mom (in that order). Lance wanted to go over with us ages, genders, ethnicity/race, number of children we are willing to take in, et cetera, before adding us to the "Openings List". Our preferences at this time are: Infants or children under the age of two (so as not to usurp Moose's role in the family; Female; Any ethnicity/race; And one baby/child at a time up to two, although we would be willing to consider taking in two at a time if there was a pair of siblings that needed placement (especially if they needed to place a baby girl and say, a three-year-old sister. What a package deal that'd be for us since we want to have two girls!)

Then I woke up the next morning thinking, What have I gotten myself into? Will I be able to take care of another child? Having recently turned thirty-five, and being about seventy-five pounds overweight, I wake up most mornings feeling rusty. I have "severe, widespread" Osteoarthritis, and decreased physical activity due to pain has increased my weight. It's a vicious cycle. I need to be active to take off excess weight from two pregnancies, but it's painful for me to do exercise out of water. I can swim at our subdivision pool in the Summertime, but in the Winter I am limited to the Trails Recreation Center at about $5 a pop (even though it is right down the street, we are "out of district"). And when I'm really active anyway, such as when we go on a long bike ride or hike, I need the next day to recover. I'm only sharing this since it seems to be part of the process and normal, in case anyone else with a medical condition or disability that limits their activity who is considering foster parenting ever reads this.

So now we wait. Again. But for a different phone call. It's a gigantic relief to be licensed, but it doesn't tame the ginormous, wondering part of my mind...

How old is she?

What is her name?

Was she born via Cesarean surgery or a vaginal birth?*

Was she breastfed at all?

Is she sitting up/crawling/walking? Talking?

Will she sleep in a crib (on lay-away) or the co-sleeper (we have)?

Was she abused? Physically? Emotionally? Sexually? All of the above?

What color are her eyes?

Will she like me?

Will the boys accept and love her?

Will we be able to adopt her? How long will that process take?

Will she have any medical issues?

Will I need to take her on a lot of appointments? How will I take the boys, too?

Will there be visitations with family members? if so, how will she handle them?

How will this affect our homeschooling?

Will she be with us for the holidays? Will we have a little trick-or-treater in arms?

Will she be on formula? How will I handle formula-feeding after breastfeeding two children?

Will she let me wear her in my mei tai (sugar skulls by Amy May!!) or Moby Wrap?

Do we need to get a stroller just in case? Which kind? Why did we ever sell our single jogger with fiv-point harness and the movable seat that could face the parent or face out?

Should I beg/borrow/buy a high chair? Swing? Changing table?

Will I need more cloth diapers? Why haven't I sewn the covers I got from diaperkit.com yet?

When will the phone ring again? Is the ringer on? Wait, is that the phone ringing now?!


*Because birth matters...and peace begins at birth...see why I care at: http://www.ican-online.org/

Tuesday, October 09, 2007

Show me the money

This just in: Foster parents paid less than actual cost of raising a child. (WHAT THE #&@%?!)

Most states reimburse foster parents significantly less than the actual cost of raising a foster child, complicating the task of finding good homes for children who need them, according to a first-of-its-kind survey.

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/21105021/from/ET/

Which reminds me of the time when one of my (well-meaning) relatives, who shall remain unidentified, wrote to me that she hoped we weren't going to become foster parents "for the money" because we are "far too generous to make any money at it". That was the best and worst of compliments, and I didn't even know where to start with replying to her concern. I know it was coing from a good place but it rubbed e thewrong way, maybe because I did initially wonder if foster-adopting could be a way I could continue to stay home with our boys as a Homemaker/Home Educator, *and* a way we could grow our family without incurring more expenses which we cannot afford on one income.

Most people say, "Oh you are so kind! I could never do that. Blah blah blah..." (more later)

One of the major reasons for choosing to foster-adopt rather than adopt privately *is* because of "the money". Alas, it is the lack of money, and not the promise of it, that is our motivation. In other words, we cannot afford a private adoption. Foster-adoption is the only viable option for growing our family at this time, and it is not a decision we came to quickly, nor was it a decision we made without much thought that included several calculations (of both time *and* money).

Still, articles like the one above does give me pause and probably puts Mike on edge a bit. We both know how to budget and stretch a dollar, and we've made do with far less stuff than most people think is required for a baby; yet it is difficult to know if the stipend we receive will cover our costs until we are in the throes of the diaper-changing, formula-feeding and appointments.

So far we have been blessed with a gift of many lovely items of girls clothing in great shape and in sizes ranging from newborn to 4T and other baby items from a very dear friend and La Leche League Co-Leader. A couple of other people have told us they have clothes for us, too, and will probably give it to us whenever a baby is placed with us. Plus, we already frequent the local secondhand stores (Kid to Kid in Aurora gives foster parents 10% off everything!), and we also enjoy the hunt of finding items at garage sales and online via eBay, craigslist, and Freecycle.

At any rate, we will make it work! Besides, "I don't care too much for money,

Money can't buy me love".

~A Bargaining Momma

Friday, September 21, 2007

Our license is being sent in!

After almost a year of calling around to different agencies, gathering paperwork, filling out various forms, submitting to fingerprints, personal references and background checks, taking CPR First Aid and CORE classes, as well as the homestudy, our Placement coordinator (a real prince of a guy) called today to let us know that our foster family certification paperwork is being submitted to the the state. He said that for some reason, it takes them about four weeks to turn the application around and issue a " provider number" but just to hear that he is sending our license in today brought tears to my eyes (which was followed by deep sobbing that I was not at all expecting). It is as if I have finally been told when my baby might be born (in general, just like a real due date, with no guarantees). I feel nervous now, waiting to find out if we will be finally approved by the state of Colorado, but I can't imagine why we wouldn't be approved.

I have no fingernails left to chew, but I haven't smoked a cigarette! Time to start knitting?

Mike is on a field trip with Hammy. I have to go shower and get ready with Moose and am looking forward to telling Mike and Hammy that we are getting closer to bringing a baby/child home at last!

Throughout this process, I have questioned so much and done a lot of growing and soul-searching. I feel like my relationship with God/my Higher Power has deepened and is stronger now, and now I truly know the freedom of trusting in something greater than myself and my will. I sincerely believe that everything is unfolding just as it ought to be, and that every step of this journey has been purposeful in our preparation. I also see that this is only the beginning!

Last night, as Mike read a "Help Me Be Good" book to the boys, I listened in the next room and just beamed, realizing what a cohesive family we are and how we really are ready to welcome a child who needs to be loved into our home. And without being negative, I hope to candidly and honestly address in this forum many of the questions we have asked along the way, in hopes that it might also help to answer some of the questions that family and friends have been asking, even if it not directly of us! (E.g. Why we don't we just "make" another baby of "our own"?)

So stay tuned and feel free to comment. It's my hope that someday another momma who is trying to get her head around foster-adoption will stumble upon this little blog, find that she's not alone on her path of love, and maybe even find some answers to some of her questions about how foster-adoption works. The most important thing to know, and the greatest lesson I have learned so far, is that every single requirement is in place for a reason, and is for the protection of the very children we hope to help. Trusting in the process isn't easy, and patience is indeed a virtue; but in the end I think that the fact that it can take several months to a year to have a child placed in ones home is part of the plan. If it happened too quickly, surely it would fail or be very difficult on the family that must be stable for the child in upheaval.

A Blessed Foster Momma-to-be

Friday, August 17, 2007

We've come a long way, baby!

I haven't posted here for such long time, although I have been journaling like mad elsewhere. I will try to include what I've journaled (that's not too personal) here, but for now, a quick update:

We're completed our CPR, First Aid and CORE classes (we even attended our two, day-long CORE classes *together*, thanks to my wonderful sisters and their amazing husbands!); we've had our home inspection (and we passed with o corrections needed, so at least our house is certified!); and we've had two of three home studies.

Tonight was the particularly painful personal/family history, done individually. I felt like the black sheep of the family, checking more boxes than I wanted to check, and then discussing in detail my personal and family history of emotional, physical and sexual abuse, alcohol/drug abuse, mental illness, et cetera. As our Placement Coordinator Lance puts it, he has to ask us questions he doesn't want to know the answers to...but I got through it with only a few tears.

I can honestly say that I am grateful for everything in my life that has led me to this day, for I would not want to give up a single part of my life as it is today-- and I appreciate that this wild ride I call My Life is the sum of all my experiences, mistakes and unpleasant times included.

We will visit with Lance again early next week, and I think that is when he will talk with the boys without us present. What I would give to be a fly on the wall for that conversation! I can only imagine the things the boys will say, and I am sure that Lance will enjoy their answers. I won't be coaching them on what to say, but when I asked them tonight what they would do if they found a gun (we don't have any guns in our house), Moose said he would "shoot it up in the sky". So we had a talk about gun safety, LOL! (And drugs and private parts while we were at it..

Anyway, after our home study is completed (and we get to come out from behind the looking glass), it may take as long as 3-4 more weeks for the paperwork to be finalized and for us to be certified as a Therapeutic Foster Family. Then we could (hypothetically, and it does happen) get a call the very next day, asking us if we are ready/willing to have a child placed in our home!

We.are.so.ready. Even the boys are dreaming about having a little girl in our home! Hammy had a dream that we had a little girl who was one year old placed with us, and she kept running away from him, and she had 18 dads and 60 moms (then he changed the part about the 18 dads to 2o dads when telling Mike his dream). Hopefully, our daughter-to-be will not have had that many placements-- but if so, all the more reason for us to give her a "forever family"!

Alas, that's all I have for now as it's 2:35 a.m. and I am utterly exhausted.

Friday, April 06, 2007

Ariel

I keep meaning to post the link to the agency we are getting certified through, Ariel Clinical Services. It just so happens that they are the first one in the Foster Care section of the phone book, and it turns out they are a small agency with a nice family feel.

http://www.arielcpa.org/

Getting down to the CORE of foster parenting

Mike and I have had something come up every.single.time. we were supposed to attend a CORE training class for the foster-adopt program. Illness, injury, and other plans have gotten in the way for two months now. I'm supposed to go to CORE training tomorrow and I have done something to my neck- I think I slept on it wrong- so I am debating whether or not to go again tomorrow. I could send Mike but then I would have to suffer through another day of "Mommy can't play, bend over or get up and down quickly" which doesn't seem fair to the kids.

And I am going first because Mike is chicken, bok bok bok. He says it's because if he goes first I will just grill him for details of the training and it will be like going through it twice, but I think it is because he needs me to go first because I am a classic firstborn and he is a classic middle.

I want to share our home with a daughter, so I want to move forward in this process, and thus I will probably suck it up and go tomorrow even if my neck is still hurting like it is today. I can always slap on a pain patch and take acetaminophen, ibuprofen *and* naproxen sodium...

I wonder what CORE stands for?

Sunday, January 07, 2007

It's Only The Beginning

of what I want to feel forever...

We finally turned in our bulging file folder of paperwork. We picked up the forms on Halloween (I told the Social Worker we don't normally all dress in black, just me) so let's see...it took us about two months just to get our paperwork filled out. We may be subconsciously stalling for time, for better days when Smooshie isn't two and a half. At any rate, we've lept over the first hurdle in style and now we wait.

It's like waiting to hear that the blood test is positive only we aren't having a baby, but a child.

Sometimes I can't sleep because I am thinking about how strange it will be to have a child living with us without her parents and who is already potty-trained, sleeping through the night, dressing herself and probably capable of making not only her own PB&J sandwich but a couple for our boys, too.

It's weird.

Exciting.

Suspenseful.

Nerve-wracking.

And I have heartburn.