Life is Amazing

At the time of my last post, I was pretty down in the dumps. I felt like I was just not good enough. I couldn’t land a job. I didn’t get the new foster baby. I didn’t know how things would go with Buddy. I was pretty depressed and feeling lower than low. Well… it’s amazing what a week does!

Buddy got to pet a peacock at the NYS Fair.

We took Buddy to the NYS Fair for opening day and he had a ball going on rides and seeing and petting animals like this peacock, and even got to walk a llama!

We had Buddy’s disposition hearing. I didn’t even have to testify. The judge terminated bio-mom’s rights! The reason why I had a little more confidence in how things would go, was that I knew bio-mom wouldn’t show up to court. She has a warrant out for her arrest for assaulting her partner and there was evidence of her actively using. However, you just never know what the judge is going to do, especially since this is a new judge and this is her first TPR case. Well, she brought up the supposed dad again. We all thought that was done and over with and they did their due diligence. Well, his rights still need to be terminated and that paperwork was never filed. Someone dropped the ball on that one. On a whim, the caseworker decided to give the “dad” a call while we were out on a break. While the caseworker was testifying on the stand, he actually called her back! This is the first contact he has made in the two years of Buddy being in foster care! He said that he was definitely not the dad and bio-mom was actually pregnant when they met! He agreed to sign off on any paperwork! So, we do have to go back to court again, but at least all loose ends will be tied up and then we can go on with the adoption! Well, as long as bio-mom’s lawyer doesn’t appeal and hold things up, but at least we know it’s going to happen!

Then I got offered a job! How awesome is that?! My last workplace was so abusive. So, it’s incredible to work with a nice group of people who truly care and have a passion for what they’re doing. It’s not a farce. Nobody has yelled and screamed at me and I don’t anticipate that they will. It was difficult leaving Buddy, but I got him into a daycare/preschool that I absolutely love. I know that he just craves interacting with other children and he will have the opportunity to do that every day and continue to learn and grow. I know it is the right decision for my family.

I have even more good news, but am going to keep it a secret for a few more weeks!

I’m just really counting my blessings right now. I feel very fortunate to have a loving husband, a beautiful little boy, great family and friends, a good job and more! Things are surely looking up for us and I’m really excited to continue on in this journey.

Band Aids Don’t Fix Things

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Our little man had to go to the clinic for his initial visit today. My husband took him out for pancakes beforehand, so he wouldn’t feel too bad about what was to come.

His birth mom is always invited to come, but she cancelled a home visit by the social worker, so we didn’t expect her to show up. Well, she did. As my husband was getting off the elevator, she ran in and snatched him up. My husband said she was lucky that he realized she must have been the mother because he was about ready to punch her lights out for grabbing his kid!

In the waiting room she kept trying to hug him and scoop him up, but he didn’t want anything to do with her and wouldn’t look at her. She showed him her latest tattoo on the back of her neck and her new piercings. She would shoot my husband occasional dirty looks as they waited to see the doctor.

The clinic has been pretty good to us so far, but they have waits sometimes that are ridiculous. My poor husband was there for 2 hours, causing him to be really behind with seeing his patients. Unfortunately, I used up all of my sick days with my last foster baby and his schedule has more flexibility.

Once they made it into the exam room, the doctor asked the mom why the baby was placed into foster care. She told her that she went into surgery and when she came back home her baby was gone. My husband did everything he could not to call her a liar to her face. He waited until after the visit to tell the social worker. Thankfully, the doctor saw right through her ruse and had already informed her. The doctor gave her a couple of band aids and said that she needed to cover up the “(track) marks” on her arms around the baby. She hesitantly complied. Then to top things off, the poor baby had to get shots and cried.

So, while it was good that mom came to the doctor’s appointment, she was clearly using, which is bad. The social worker informed her of the services that are available to her. We’ll see if she uses any of them. I would think that the judge would have made some things mandatory, but who knows. As I see it, she already has two strikes against her.

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