Today, our social worker called and left a message. She asked us to call her regarding a baby that was born yesterday. I called as soon as I got the message but she was on lunch break. The next hour of my day was spent in full adrenaline mode. I called and left Ed a message, wondered about where we might be traveling, thought about flying or driving, figured out a house-sitting plan, and thought through everything that we'd need to cancel in the coming weeks. Excited but mostly nervous, I fretted for a moment that we don't even have any names picked out. No matter, we'll stop at a book store on our way out of town and get a book of names. (The books of names from the library gathered dust for 6 weeks before I had to return them . . . not enough pressure).When lunch break time was over, I had changed my clothes so that I might be properly dressed for such a momentous phone call (Nothing fancy, just my favorite jeans. Sweatpants didn't seem appropriate.) But by the time I called again, Sheila informed me that the "situation had been resolved." The birth mother decided to parent the child.
O.K. So these things happen. I only had one hour to get worked up, so the let-down isn't too bad. There's no personal rejection involved this time around, which makes for a softer landing. But once the adrenaline rush is over, I think I'm going to need a nap.
List of things to do:
1. decide on baby names
2. get life ready to turn on a dime







