baby c

Little baby C is a dream. He is on one major medication which could be making him drowsier than some babies, but after his doctor appointment today I can say he is healthy, gaining weight, and a happy little clam. He eats, he sleeps, he poops, he lost his umbilical cord, and did not cry once when they squeezed blood out of his heel today.

I wish he was mine. Maybe someday. The "jury" (figuratively and literally) will be out for a while as there is a family member who wants him; also he has sibling which makes him a "package deal."

I don't feel it prudent to list the many complex and half-baked data that make up baby's C's situation. Compared to some foster babies, his is ideal. But still messy.

As for the Faiths, I knew this would be hard,  I knew this would involve lots of people, but the reality is...this is hard, and it involves lots of people!

In fact today, I was speaking to one lady who had needed to see me and baby in my home "as soon as possible," and while answering her questions I repeatedly had to say, "this is what I was told, I am not sure if this is accurate information.." she knew less than I did! At one point I stopped her talking... "I am sorry, forgive me for not keeping everyone straight, but who are you and where do you fit into this equation again?" Let's just say it was a behavioral counselor or something of the sort, marking baby C for a mandatory evaluation.  Which even she admitted makes no sense, him being only 5 days old...  One more meeting, add it to my list. We had a doc appointment today, that weird appointment at my house, we had case workers follow us home from hospital, our licensing agent visits tomorrow, and I have a doc appointment the week after and a specialty appointment the week after that. There will be more in the interim. This kid has more meetings than a CEO! I have yet to work with anyone mean, but I can see the tedious problems in the future...in the magic-crystal-future-foster care-ball...

 I found it interesting that I caught myself twice today declaring myself the "foster mom" as opposed to his mom....don't get me wrong I already would jump in front of a car this kid, but I also find myself defensive of his "possible" medical condition....not wanting it linked to my care-giving/non-prenatal care-giving. Am I making sense?... Watch me as I hopefully die to my selfish vanity. What does it matter what the hospital thinks of me as long as they are properly taking care of my baby...right?

 I do feel encouraged, as a first timer, I felt no judgment at my awkward attempt at maneuvering both diaper/file cabinet bag and infant seat from room to room. Nurses and doctors were wonderful to me and baby, it helps that baby C is beyond adorable. I think they examined him so long, just so they got a chance to hold him.

I feel so blessed for having such a praying and loving family. Foster grandparents (our parents) visiting and calling, my sister in law and brother bringing me food and sanity as we figure out life with baby.


Oh right, I am only 48 hours in, if I sound a bit delusional/sleepy/ that is why..

Baby C sends his love!