Forever Family

I’m not much of a phone person, but my need to know exactly what was going on with this baby situation far outweighed my awkwardness to dial the number.  Besides, past experience would suggest that the social worker wouldn’t answer anyway.  I could leave a message and wait for her to call me back, giving me ample time to calm down and get my wits together.

I mean…a baby!  She had a baby!  Clearly she was struggling with it, otherwise there wouldn’t be another social worker involved.  Plus, she wanted us to know!!!  She was reaching out to us!!!

Amazingly, the above thoughts raced through my head in less than 15 seconds, which proved to be just enough time for me to become really overwhelmed, and for the phone to ring exactly 2 times before the social worker answered.

Dammit!  She answered!  No time to recoup.

I pulled it together as fast as I could.  I used inane pleasantry babble as both a cover for my anxiety, and as a time staller.  I shared a couple of cute stories about my Kiddo and how well he was doing.  In my mind, I applauded myself for accomplishing the ulterior motive of proving what fantastic parents we were.

Then we come around to the email.  Social worker knows nothing.  The new worker had contacted her at request of birthmom, because birthmom knew that old worker would be able to contact us.  However, she feeds into my speculation.  Perhaps new baby needs a home.  I remind old worker that of course we’d take the baby (and how wonderful it would be to keep the siblings together!), and that birthmom and I had a chat about that (once upon a time).

She wants to know if I would like to be in contact with the new worker.  In my nonchalant and cool way (it’s important to not appear overeager), I say “sure!”  She gets my new phone number and agrees to pass on to new worker with my email.

“Well, do you think you could give me her name and number, too?  That way I can just call her directly.”  Again, I didn’t want to wait for them to call, and especially on their time.  It could be weeks before I knew anything more, and I was pretty darn sure I wouldn’t be able to stand it.

Fortunately, she agreed in a way that was more like “duh, why didn’t I think of that,” instead of “gee I really shouldn’t but I will anyway.”  I was feeling good.

I hung up with her and immediately called my hubby.  The thing that really sucks about being adoptive parents is that we are NEVER together when we get baby news.  It’s always over the phone while we’re at work.  What a bummer!!!!

Was he excited?  Most definitely.  Was he now wondering all the same things I was?  Absolutely.

Now I start dialing the new worker.

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