A week later

[feliciakw]

It's been a week, and looking back at the past week, it seems like ages ago that we met the little guy we thought we'd be bringing home with us. There were a lot of indications that it wouldn't play out for us the way we expected, and I think in the back of my mind, I knew--even expected--Birth Mom would change her mind. It still hurt, though.

George took it hard on Sunday and sprang back Monday. I felt very heavy and "this is just one more setback" on Monday.

I spoke to our case worker yesterday, and we're now "back in rotation." We're also going to use this time wisely, to get finances lined up.

Having read the blog of another family who has adopted, I've come to realize that this was what I call a "preparedness drill." It made things real, that this could happen at any time, and that we need to be ready.

As the saying goes, "Be prepared. It wasn't raining when Noah built the ark."

I was also thinking about the parable of the ten virgins yesterday. And while the parable applies specifically to being prepared for the the coming of Christ, it applies equally well for any need for preparedness. (The parable can be found in Matthew 25:1-13.)

George and I went to an infant care class at the local hospital on Wednesday. Not a whole lot to the class. A few things we didn't know, but a lot of it we've read about. (And colic is freaking George the heck out.)

So. Moving forward. A little more experienced, and hopefully, more prepared.

Comments

[ficwriter1966.livejournal.com]

I think very often that life has a way of giving us what we *need*, rather than what we *want*. So yes, maybe this was a bit of a nudge on the shoulder, letting you know that you should be a bit more ready, have a few more of your ducks in a row?

A bit of a dress rehearsal, too, for the anticipation, excitement, wonder...and disappointment, fear, depression and exhaustion to come, once the little person who is meant to be with you, arrives in your lives.

Your child is out there, Felicia. I'm sure of that. On a much smaller scale...6 years ago, after one of my birds passed away, I had the feeling that I was meant to adopt a new little bird whose name was Jimmie. I went to several pet shops, looking at all the lovebirds and wondering, "Are you Jimmie?" but the answer was always "No." Then, finally, the gal who owns the shop nearest my house put into my hands a little 4-week-old girl wrapped in a washcloth. She peered out at me and I knew immediately that she was Jimmie.

*hugs, and wishes for a happy spring weekend*

[saberivojo.livejournal.com]

It sounds like you guys are on track. Praying for you.

[kerravonsen]

(smiles at the "constant vigilance!" tag)