Friday, March 23, 2012

About Stinkin' Time!!!

Five and a half years ago, Mom and I were living together and doing foster care for both the local CYFD and the BIA. One day the BIA called and asked if we would take in a 5-month-old baby with Fetal Alcohol Syndrome. That was the one issue we had said we didn't want to face again, but after much discussion, we decided to say yes.

Twenty-four hours later, it was clear C. no more had FAS than I do. When we later asked why they had thought that, the sw said, "because he cried a lot." Uh...try feeding him?

What was also clear from the start was that he was my boy. Mom and I actually got into an argument over whose room he would sleep in - I won. He slept next to my bed until he was one, and when he moved to his own room, he was fine - I was traumatized.

He has always been mine, but it has taken the courts a little bit longer to catch on. Finally, Wednesday morning, we appeared in tribal court for approximately three minutes, and today this arrived in the mail:


Absolutely worth the wait!

3 comments:

  1. oh how this brings happy tears!! joy joy joy and more joy and craziness!!!

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  2. YAY!!! Soooo excited about this!

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  3. Agreed with Anne on the happy tears :)

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