5 month old baby girl coming in 45 minutes..... they sleep through the night at 5 months right??
This was my f@cebook post on July 23, 2010. We got the call the day after we got the call that our license had been approved. I was on my way home from work. My mind started to try to decipher all that we needed to do!! I had told the placement specialist that we had no diapers or formula on hand, as well as no car seat, and she said that she would make sure that the transporter had everything we needed. It turned out that this baby (I'll call her Bluebird) had been in foster care from birth. This was going to be a respite situation, where we would care for her while her current foster parents were out of town for about a week. They sent her formula, some diapers and clothes, as well as the car seat, which was wonderful.
When the transporter arrived, my husband had just gotten home from work, and we went out to meet our new nestling. Bluebird had fallen asleep on the ride and as she woke up while the transporter was getting her out of the car, she gave us the most beautiful smile. We were completely smitten. She was happy as we got all her things inside and the transporter told us her name...or tried to....she wasn't sure how to pronounce it. It was an unusual name with an even more unusual spelling. Her current foster family just called her Precious.
After the transporter left, it wasn't long before Bluebird realized she didn't know who the heck we were, and started to cry. We realized that if we were going to get this crib put together we were going to need backup.
Calls go out to our Moms...who were waiting for us to call anyway so they could meet Bluebird. The evening was spent with the Moms trying to get Bluebird to stop crying....wasn't happening... and my hubby and I trying to get the crib together. Hubby not so mechanically inclined, as well as one of those "I don't need directions" kind of guys. We finally got it together, Bluebird still not a happy girl, and sent the Moms home. Bluebird did eventually cry herself to sleep, poor thing.
She did sleep through the night....I however was compelled to keep getting up to make sure she was still breathing.
My post from the next day.
And so our foster nest was born with a little Bluebird.
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