Yesterday I read The Baby Boat: A Memoir of Adoption by Patty Dann. The author got married and began the quest to "get a baby" as she was turning 40. They endured a miscarriage, multiple fertility treatments, mountains of adoption paperwork, months of waiting, and the first child they were supposed to be able to adopt died while still in the orphanage. Finally though they were successful in adopting a baby boy from Lithuania.
We got a call about a newborn with Arthrogryposis, among other medical issues. I continue to find it difficult to decline parenting certain children. It feels somehow inherently wrong, but I know that we have to be realistic and only take on what works best for our family. If it were our own bio child, of course we would step up and take full responsibility. I know that this child will go to a family that can take care of her many medical needs. As did the previous newborn they called us about that had the major heart defect and was addicted to meth. If we get a call about a newborn that is only addicted to meth but does not appear to have any other serious medical issues, then we have agreed to accept those children.
Meanwhile, our teenage foster daughter leaves early next week. She is ready to be on her own and we fully believe she will succeed in life. Even though PunkGirl has been here less time than ArtsyFartsy was, I think it will be harder for TheDaughter to deal with Punk's departure because Punk is much more affectionate and interacts with The Daughter more. I know that I'm going to miss her.
Oh, The Husband and I watched the movie Shooter (Widescreen Edition) this weekend. It was good although I thought the plot line was a little predictable.
*originally posted at my old site*