FCAM: The First Day

FCAM: The First Day

{day 8} it’s hard to describe that first day. I’d been a licensed foster mom for four days, and got a call about a four day old baby ready to leave the hospital. After consulting great mama Graves @acsgraves , I said yes. It was icing here, so they decided to bring him to me the next morning. I didn’t sleep that night, but I did buy all of Target and clean and stress about not sleeping since it would be the last time (too true). They knocked on my door the next day, stepped into my kitchen, and handed me a 6lb nugget in his hospital blanket and ID bracelets. The nurses sent instructions about feeding (kid likes to eat) and called him a “charmer.” After signing some paperwork and showing CPS where he’d sleep, I was left standing in my kitchen holding a baby looking at me with one open eye. “Hey lady,” his eye said, “you know what you’re doing?” 

Surreal. One minute I’m a single 32 year old lawyer with time management and queso problems, and the next I’m a single 32 year old lawyer with time management and queso problems WITH A NEWBORN BABY. I had a work hearing the very next day (I’m a trial lawyer), and we jumped right into needing all the help all the time. I still can’t believe he was that tiny. I can’t believe he was dropped off to me in a tiny hospital blanket. I can’t believe he’s remarkably healthy and the funniest most opinionated 4 month old I’ve met. I can’t believe we’ve been making it day by day for 128 days. I don’t know whether we have 10 or 100 or 10000 more days together, but I know that we will figure that out too. Today’s stuff is sufficient for today, and tomorrow brings all new mercies.

FCAM: How to Help, Part One.Five

FCAM: How to Help, Part One.Five

FCAM: Motivations

FCAM: Motivations