Next week I meet the Prince

I am so very excited.  I meet my little guy next Wednesday.  This week was really busy for both of the social workers (not for me, but no one asked), so I will be meeting my SW and the adoption coordinator on Wednesday at 1 pm Pacific time and then the foster mom comes with the Prince at 1:30 and I get to ask her a ton of questions as well as spend a few hours with him.  I know 11 months can kind of be on the fence.  He may do really well with new people or be so not cool.  I am thinking I will be bribing him with Gerber puffs, cheerios, noise toys and something soft and cuddly.  I was told the visitations will depend on him (previously my SW mentioned it will also depend on the foster family).  I am thinking we will should have a good connection and hopefully by NEXT WEEKEND I will have him home.  I don’t know why that is so important to me, but it’s been such a long journey the days are slowly dragging by now that I am in the final stretch.  I have washed virtually every item in my home, whether it needed it or not.    Last week I was a little freaked out because it finally seemed real, but now I’m so ready and Wednesday doesn’t seem so far off right now.  I requested a recent picture of him and it looks like the adoption coordinator was still working on that.  I would like to know what he looks like before I meet with him, but if not, that’s okay as well.  I can’t believe he is a real boy.  I also found the cutest clothes.  Thankfully there are some really cute things out there for boys.   (I know things will not be a piece of cake from here on out.  There will be hearings and more paperwork and God knows what else, but for the time being he will be here and not some distant dream.)

More updates to come (sooner than later)….

Guess What!!!!!

I finally got the call.  Well it was actually an email, but excitement nevertheless.  My SW sent me an email Thursday evening saying that I had been chosen for a little guy she told me about a few weeks ago.  I can’t remember if I shared or not, but it was short-lived when the bio-mom realized everything was going into ‘plan B.’  She gave the SW a laundry list of extended family and I was officially out of the loop.  Well, she emailed me Thursday to say I had been chosen.  I had been chosen.  What a great feeling.  So his SW/the adoption coordinator doesn’t work on Friday and Monday is a holiday so my SW will call the adoption coordiantor on Tuesday to set up a presentation meeting.  I believe this is when I will be able to review all the parental and sibling medical background and more.  Then my SW said I will be able to meet him and begin the visitation.  I am hoping for a Tuesday afternoon if not Wednesday meeting appointment and hopefully there won’t be any visitations and I can just take him home.  I understand there is likely to be some separation, however, he is new to the system so he hasn’t been in this placement for the past months upon months.  I don’t think it makes a lot of sense to have numerous visits of extending length to get him used to me.  If he is having separation issues they are likely not to go away in just a few visits.  Of course that is my thinking because I want him home!

Okay, now for details.  When I first talked to my SW sand he gave me information about him he was 10 months old and 19 pounds.  It has been 3 weeks or so since I last talked with her so I’m sure he isn’t too much bigger.  (Maybe a couple pounds or so.)  At the time, he wasn’t crawling or scooting, but the foster family felt he was on track.  So, we’ll see about it when I meet him next week. 

This feels so unreal, but I went on a crazy shopping spree and I am going to order some much needed diapers and formula and supplies online so I can be ready when he arrives sometime next week.  It seems so totally surreal to think that in 4 days or less I could be attempting to update this blog with a brief note while watching my little angel sleep.  From this point on he will be referred to as ‘the Prince’.  Perhaps I’ll share some side shots so you can share my joy. 

Here I sit, in a whirlwind of emotion, waiting patiently to keep you posted.