We finally got the call we've been waiting for. We've been licensed as a foster home since March and finally received a call for a placement.
What generally takes most 9 months to prepare for, happened for us in just under 9 hours. More like four by the time we got the call, had a decision, and headed home after work.
Within minutes of walking in the door, we pulled out every imaginable hand me down from my son. From the crib to swing, clothes and bouncer. Babies R Us had vomited all over our home once more.
I forgot how much stuff babies have.
Soon we had our foster son (FS) in our arms. With only the clothes on his back and a baggie of formula, he was ours.
Formula and baby bottles. Diapers and late night feedings.
And we just were getting used to not having a child in diapers.
I can tell you that whether you have 9 months or 9 hours, no one is ever ready for an infant. Even though we just did this three short years ago, it's amazing how much you forget.
How much is he supposed to eat at this age? Do we start baby food? Should he be sleeping through the night?
I forgot how much I loathe formula. The messiness. The smell. My lord, the smell.
But all in all, things are going well with our FS. We are all getting on a schedule and everything seems to be falling into place.
For now he is happy and healthy.
All in 9 hours.
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