So I am in the home stretch. just a few more days and my baby is home. I had my first/our first overnight visits on Thursday and Friday and Korbin did really well. It took him about 30 min of tossing and turning and tears to fall asleep on Thursday only for me to realize he is likely used to a bottle before he falls asleep because Friday night was a piece of cake. Bath, book, bottle and he was out in just a few minutes.
The following complaints will likely never be seen by my child, it’s just downright mean.
Now to vent about his current foster mom. Grrrr, she is so darn irritating. I totally get that her heart may be hurting, but it’s been a month and it’s about time for her to start getting a grip on the reality of the situation. She is quite unyielding to share information which doesn’t really make much sense to me. Wouldn’t a person want what is best for the baby and therefore try to make their (the baby’s) life a better place with or without them (the foster mom) around? I think about him every day he’s not with me. I hope he is sleeping okay and I hope he had fun today. I hope he wasn’t sad and I hope he ate okay. If I actually could communicate with her like a real person instead of her treating me like the enemy I would call to check in and I would be more than fine with her doing the same when he’s here. I would even schedule visits to keep in touch with her and her family, since she likely feels like she’s loosing a family member. But then I remember….he’s lived at her house for 4 months! I have known him for one month, and he was with his bio-family for 6+ months, so I don’t understand why she is ’staking a claim’ in him. It’s just ridiculous. I was going to give her a thank you card from Korbin and me. A thank you for taking such good care of him and allowing him to become part of their extending family. I was going to thank her for all the hugs and nose wipes and diaper changes and restless nights providing such great care for him. But now, now I’m just pissed and I could care less about making this easier for her. I’m just counting down the hours at my job when I can leave with my heels on fire to go pick him up on Tuesday or like I love saying, the day after tomorrow. I have a very, very brief time off, but since I work in a preschool I should be able to keep him in my office more than half the day and bounce back and forth between his classroom to allow for better bonding. I just have to keep this about him and making life a better place for him and to heck with whatever her problem is. My advice to good ‘ole foster mom is she better figure out if she can do this or not. If she wants to continue providing foster care she needs to be able to detach and attach and not be so darn bitter towards the next care provider. I guess I just don’t get it because I’m so happy with my life right now. I’m totally not looking forward to her attitude on Tuesday but within moments of seeing her she’ll speed away like she always does and I won’t have to worry about her anymore.
Oh, one more vent. On Thursday when I picked him up for his overnight visit she sent him with this massive duffel bag with maybe 10-11 pieces of clothing and like four pairs of socks. I didn’t use any of, mainly because I already have some outfits for him and I can be a clothing snob. However, I feel justified here. Mind you, Korbin is 12 months old and is only 19 pounds and a few ounces. So he comfortably wears most 9 month sizes. When I brought him home I changed him out of his outfit and it was a stinking 3-6 months!!! Can you believe it. Good thing he had a diaper on but his shoulders and crotch were about to meet. When I opened his bag on Saturday before I brought him back I noticed he had a few 0-3 month onesies and an 18 month sweat suit (um, we live in Northern cali where all the fires have been filling the air, and, um, it’s summer), and a few other assorted outfits that were 3 and 6 months. So I pack an outfit for her to send him home in. A) because it will fit and B) because she will likely have more placements and I don’t want to hear her moan and witch about ‘loosing’ an outfit. Also, all his shoes are easily a size to small, it’s the saddest thing: once you take his shoes off he wiggles and stretches his toes out. Anyway, so when I drop him off I let her know that I put an outfit in a bag for him so she doesn’t have to use her clothes. She says, what clothes? I repeated what I said. She said, ‘no those are all hisclothes.’ In my shock, I said, ‘well whatever is easiest.’ What was she thinking?!? Those were his clothes from what, BIRTH! I just don’t get the lack of…I don’t know. But, gosh, what a wack-a-doo. Well, there’s my vent for the evening. I will so let you know when he’s home. I pick him up at 1 pm pacific time, send me happy thoughts.
