Well, today another baby fell through. A preemie baby boy who is Hispanic. He is 4 lbs and his Mother used meth. during her pregnancy. They said he is doing fine now. Methodist Childrens home did not get back fast enough and we lost him to another agency. I am not even sad. I am so angry that we lost him because of timing. This is just unacceptable to me. I know they tried their hardest. I know I was warned that these things fall through. But it still doesn't make it fun at all.
It felt like cupid hit me right in the heart... and then twisted the arrow around in there, did a little jig and broke the arrow off into my heart.
It sucks. I am so ready to have a baby at home. sigh.... I am starting to get sick of people telling me "this" will happen. Just like trying to get pregnant and people told me that. I am starting to get so sick of it, but it is my own fault. I TELL people. I have to stop telling people. Each time I tell less and less people. Next time, maybe I just won't tell anyone but David. And then the next time after that I won't even tell him. And then after that if we get a placement, I will put David in the car and tell him on the way to pick up the baby!!! Probably the best bet. Even then it could probably fall through. Man, I honestly don't think I have ever been on this high of a roller coaster. AND I HATE ROLLER COASTERS!
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