Yesterday was my first goodbye. I’ve been a licensed foster family home and this is the first time I’ve had to say, ‘goodbye’ to one of the kiddos. Baby A was 4 days old when I met him and 8 weeks old when he went back to mom yesterday. He was just coming into his personality and I hope he lives his life healthy, happy, and safe. His mom wrote me a thank you card which I’ll keep forever. It made me cry, it was really beautiful. It’s crazy how much love God made us with. It’s enough to give and keep and share and much more. So now I wait for the phone to ring so that I can blessed by more small people that need a secure set of arms, a safe place to sleep, a consistent routine, and a family to call home. I love being a foster mom. It is a job and I love it!
This girl loves to shop!
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As much as I love to sew I think I love shopping more. I despise spending money so I would rather look around at 15 different stores just to compare prices and then go back to the first one once I find out it had the best price. PURPLE LEATHER WALLETS
I never really understood the word, clothes horse, but isn’t there such thing as a shoe horse? I don’t know, there is a horse shoe, which is nothing like a person who collects, loves, drools over, and wants nothing more than shoes, but I guess that’s neither here nor there.
Well, all this talk of shopping makes me want to get over there to Become.com and all the other and spend some money on some super cute stuff!
Moving
So I have exciting news…we are moving! To a house I’m buying in a nearby city. It has 4 bedrooms, a garage apartment for my aunt, a closed in patio/playroom, and a back yard. I am researching high and low for ideas. I am stalking HGTV, Pinterest, and every other possible site or show for ideas. We should have keys by this weekend and I could’t be more stressed. I think I will also increase my license for a total of 6 kids so I can provide more help as needed.
I will post pictures shortly.
Health
What a week! So it finally has been warmer here and the boys have been having a blast playing outside. Problem it, Isaiah pulled down a scooter and a rusty flat screw hurt his foot. The area totally looks infected so I took him to the pediatrician and since he’s up to date on his tetanus he is going to be fine. He just needs the antibiotic cream and a bandaid during the day. He has been walking all over and I think his increased mobility has him with some unnecessary injuries. Like head and face bumps. My poor baby.
As for me, I have been searching high and low for insurance information since I have none. I went to the following site and found it interesting. On a side note I had to head into the dentist yesterday where they only did about a third of the work I need and my face and jaw hurt so much. Hopefully I’ll feel better come morning.
Devastation
Baby is still here, yeah! But the judge/6 month review will be later this month to determine if he will stay as a foster placement for a few more months while his parents get housing or if he will move into an adoption placement. He would still stay but the paperwork would differ. His parents truly do love him but they have their struggles so only time will tell.
Devastation you ask, yes, August will never be the same for me. My mom, who has live with us since Korbin was just a few years old had some dental work done and complained that the assistant didn’t do a good enough job auctioning so she felt like she was inhaling pieces of tooth. Her asthma started acting up and after almost a week she went to the doctor. Her lungs sounded clear so he gave her asthma meds and sent her on her way. A little over a week later she was still pretty sick. She went back tot the doc and he gave her antibiotics because she had a fever. By this time she is still sick so she starts researching and realizes that the filling was a good 35 years old or older and that she is showing symptoms of mercury poisoning. She was throwing up and having difficulty breathing. She found a clinic nearby that did chelation therapy and she made an appointment to they and get these heavy metals out of her. She went to two appointments in the course of two weeks and then started having severe shortness of breath. A few weeks ago she called 911 because she feared if she went to sleep she wouldn’t wake up. The EMTs took her in and I stayed with my kids. I woke after a collective few hoursof sleep, took the kids to school and visitation for the baby and headed to the hospital. She was admitted into the ICU which completely scared me, because after 12 hours she should have been in a regular room. That day they took a ct scan and saw nodules on her lungs. They took a biopsy that night and had results in a day that is was advanced lung cancer. My mom never smoked a day in her life so we were very schocked. She didn’t want to start chemo so I called every treatment clinic I could find, even Mexico and the cancer was too fast, faster than natural treatments. She started chemo the next day and before a week was out she was not progressing in the right direction. She died with me and my aunt by her side at 6:30 am on August 23. I still feel like I’m in shock and I’m scared that once the reality fully hits I won’t be able to function. I now have two kids, one who may not even stay and I have my mom gone. Shes missing all their antics and development. It’s terrible! It’s truly terrible. Over time I know this will be my outlet, so there may be less small people focus and more me, me, me focus. I have a ton of support but that doesn’t bring my mom back.
A call, but not THE call
So I finally get a call today from one of the placement workers but it was on my cell so I didn’t realize I had a missed call until almost an hour later. I called back three times (I wasn’t obsessed…I only left a message once), but no call back yet. She mentioned that the placement may not be permanent but that it was for a newborn boy, just five days old that is about to be discharged from the hospital. I’m hoping and anticipating a call tomorrow, but county is so unpredictable that one never knows.





