Wednesday, October 30, 2013

The placements of Little Man and Peanut.

Well, this post is coming late. But we've been so busy as a family of five now I keep forgetting to update the blog. I want to keep this going though so I have a running record of our foster care journey.

October 14, 2013.

Josh and I were laying in bed. He was asleep and I was flipping through my Parent's magazine. I came across a little coupon for a Carseat Canopy, FREE, just pay shipping. So I did. Then they sent me a coupon for a free sling, just pay shipping. So I did.

After I was done ordering it, I took a picture of the ad to share on Instagram with the #fostercarecrew about how I'd just ordered them and didn't know if I would ever get to use them (not knowing if we'd get a placement that young). And before I could hit "post" my phone rang.

10:15pm. I smacked Josh as I answered the phone to a number I didn't recognize. This was our conversation.

PC (placement coordinator): Mrs. Holly?
Me: Yes. This is her.
PC: Hi, this is Br****, the placement coordinator for FIT.
Me: Yes, ma'am.
PC: We have a possible placement. Two kids. One would come tonight. 2.5 year old anglo boy. His brother was born today. Taken for (classified)....
*she continues talking*
Me: Yes. We will take them
PC: No behaviors as far as we know. And we aren't sure when the baby will be released.
Me: Okay...when can the bring the older one.
*PC still trying to give me info about the boys*
Me: How long until they are here to drop of the older one?

Then we worked out the details.

11:45pm We see a car pull up. Josh didn't even wait for them to bring him inside. As soon as Josh got to the car, Little Man (which is what we call him for online postings) reached straight for him. When they got inside, he reached for me.

He went straight to the playroom and played while we signed all the paperwork. He was just so curious. He didn't speak much. Mostly babble that you couldn't understand if you had tried. And he screamed. A lot.

2:30am...he finally passed out on the couch after many failed attempts to get him down other places/ways.

October 15th, 2013.

We were up bright and early to take Rylie to school. After dropping her off we headed to a couple different stores gathering clothes, shoes, and his favorite foods. And he screamed. A lot. It was like that was his only way to communicate. Put him in the carseat. Scream. Take him out. Scream. Make him sit in a cart. Scream. Hold him. Scream. When he wasn't screaming though, he was giving me the biggest hugs, and the most beautiful smiles.

I picked Rylie up from school at 2:30 and we headed home. At 4:00 I got a phone call from our agency.

They were releasing Peanut from the hospital, and they wanted to drop him off at our house before 6:00pm.

Wait? Released already. I couldn't believe it. But we went with it. That's what we do best around here. We roll with the punches and we just make things work. So I went ahead and pulled all our newborn boy stuff out. Set up the swing. Before I even had everything put away the case worker pulled up. Josh wasn't even home from work yet. So we sat and chatted while I snuggled the most beautiful 36 hour old baby boy I'd ever seen.

Life has been crazy, but I'm happy to report that both boys are adjusting wonderfully.

Peanut is growing like a weed and sleeps through the night (for the most part), and Little Man has an ever growing vocabulary, his speech is improving daily, and he screams very seldom to attempt obtaining what he's wanting.