Jeremy has affectionately nicknamed our little one "Booger," and his full nickname is "Booger Bear." So I decided that for the purposes of this blog that will be his name, at least until he's ours and we can use his real name. There's just something about a grown man talking baby talk to an infant or small child that is beyond precious.
Booger is doing so well and teaching his new parents so much. If you think you're prepared for kids, you most defiantly are not. And if you think you ever could be truly prepared, you're living in a dream world I would love to move to. There's a good amount of fun and cuteness involved, but there's also a good amount of sleep deprivation and "Why is he crying? He's not hungry... Just changed his diaper..." Gas bubbles are your worst enemy! Anyway, we're learning a lot and enjoying even the difficult things, but all in all I think we got a cute and sweet little deal. He's growing like crazy, which is incredible to watch. His social interaction is developing and improving, which is also fun to watch and be a part of.
Yesterday we had an interesting meeting with all of the powers that be (CPS, CASA, the attorney, our agency case worker) all at the same time at our home. I was not entirely sure what to expect, but it turned out to be a wonderful thing. All of the different people working on Booger's case are fabulous and obviously care about his well being, which blesses and encourages my heart to no end.
The mysterious item mentioned in my last blog is still up in the air, which is very understandable. What you need to know about most social workers is that they are almost all young (20s and 30s) and they all at least start off wanting to change the world one child at a time. The problem is that they are all underpaid, overworked, and the things they deal with and witness on a regular basis are heart breaking and tragic. And while dealing with all of this, they have to make life long impacting choices for the children in their care and under their authority. Some of the decisions they have to make for these kids I know would keep me up at night wondering if I made the right decision. My heart goes out to them, and they have my understanding and compassion no matter how their decisions impact me and my Booger.
Don't stress though, they were kind enough to give me a 95% positive chance that we're going to get to keep our Booger. There is one looming factor that could pop up at any moment and take him that is outside of their control, but at the moment this one entity is not showing any interest or intent to seek custody. We just need to keep that in the back of our minds, but by no means allow it to affect the amount of love we shower on Booger Bear. He deserves every ounce of it and is so worth the potential heart break.
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