Accepted our first foster placement yesterday. A 5 month-old baby boy. After receiving the call, I ran around the house, talking to D on the phone, looking for my gift cards, trying to rack my brain for all the things we were going to need. Told D he was a dad. Celebrated together. Got in the car to make a Target trip before the baby arrived.
Then got a 2nd call. CPS had already given the child to another family. Turned the car around. Called D back to tell him false alarm. And called a friend who was on the way to help me make a Target trip. And my Mom to tell her she wasn’t going to be a Mumsie again so soon.
And D came home. And we celebrated that a little boy had a family tonight to keep him safe and take care of him. Even if we weren’t the family.