I swore we wouldn’t be taking any placements over the summer. Or any more long-term placements at all, in fact. But there are always “circumstances” that make hard rules a challenge.
Late last summer we had a sweet, sweet baby placed with us for about a week. She was the cutest, most easy going, good natured baby I’ve ever met. My kids both loved her and there were fights over who got to hold her and play with her, and there were tears when she left to go live with a relative.
Well, for reasons I don’t know or need to know, she’s coming back into foster care for a little while until she can be reunited with her family. Because we have a note in our file to always call us first if any kid who has been with us comes back into care, we got the phone call. And because I’m me, I called Seth, and he immediately remembered the sweet bundle of joy this baby was, and to my shock, agreed to take her!
I’ve got to juggle baby sitters for Sprout’s appointments, and juggle respite care when we are in Ireland, and figure out if she can come to Maine with us in August. And we just got rid of all the clothes that would fit her. And the cribs. Oy. But! We have a pack and play and it will have to do. Hopefully she’ll have some clothes when she arrives. Heh. Fingers crossed.
Regardless of the sudden plunge into chaos, I’m thrilled! I adored the little tyke and am praying she’s still a happy kid. She’s the right age and is the ONE KID my two are happy to have again!
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