The birth mother went into labor last night, and gave birth to a boy. The birth mother’s father called the agency to let them know.
They are “struggling.”
That is code word for “she is going to parent.”
She *could* change her mind.
WHAT is the universe trying to tell us? I have no idea. I feel so numb, however. It’s more like: ah, well, this one didn’t work either. Narda likens it to winning the lottery. I just wish the odds weren’t so stacked against us.
Even the social worker that called us this am (our SW is out for a while, and her boss is out for the week, due to to the holiday, so Samantha has been covering) said: “You guys sure have had a lot of activity, but nothing’s panned out. I don’t know what’s worse – lots of activity with nothing paning out, or not getting a call.”
You said it sister.
****She DID follow through with an adoption plan. She picked a family outside of our agency, however. Intersting. So she probably had a few agencies going at the same time. So no worries about our bad timing. I asked Samantha if we were running for the Guinness book of world records in “phone calls but no placements.” She said absolutely not. I told her this was our 8th call in 10 months, and she said some folks don’t get that many calls in 2 years. I felt better than thought – 2 YEARS.. Fuck.****