Last Friday, we were asked to take three babies ages 2 years, 1 year, and 4 months if they came into foster care this week (see the call transcript and yesterday’s update), and we said yes! The social worker called in the morning and said they’d let us know in the afternoon if the babies would be coming into care.
How nerve wracking!
So, knowing that if the babies came, we’d be have our hands full, I decided to do a bunch of chores to prep. And I needed to take my mind off obsessing of “would they or wouldn’t they be coming.”
All dishes are clean, all laundry is washed, folded and put away (even washed the table cloth!), all floors are vacuumed/mopped, toilets and tubs scrubbed. Groceries are purchased and in the pantry, fridge or freezer. All emails have been read, deleted, or responded to.
And the babies are not coming. They. Are. NOT. Coming.
The social worker called. The judge decided the babies could stay with mom. And this family preservation is a good thing. I know it’s a good thing. It IS a good thing. But. I am also a little sad not to be part of these babies’ lives.
So tomorrow I will decide what baby stuff to keep and which to return. I mean, even though our preferred age range is 5-12 years, maybe we will be asked to take babies again. But, space is at a premium and some of the baby gear was expensive!
Today, I will simply enjoy my very clean home. And send well wishes to those babies and their mom, hoping that today is the day things start turning around in their lives.