Time for an Update

A scattering, smattering of thoughts... We do indeed still have a baby.

"For how long?" People frequently ask.

"Not sure," we frequently answer.

The gears grind slowly. I take tremendous comfort from the fact that our baby sees her mother almost every day, and her dad a few times per week. When it's time for her to go home, she will know her parents better than just about any other kid whose ever been in foster care.

Do I feel good about that?

Yes.

Yesterday we were talking to sweet baby's parents and they talked about what a great thing we were doing. Honestly, I don't feel like it's a great thing. I feel like I am just passing on a wee bit of love that has been given to me since the day I was born.

If Rob and I could not have taken our babies home with us, we could have asked many, many people to foster them for us. It wouldn't have been a question of whether there was anyone, it would have been a question of who would have been the best of an amazing bunch of people. This baby's parents knew one couple they felt they could ask. That was us. If they had lived our lives, they would have had tens, hundreds of people to ask. So why shouldn't we take this sweet baby home with us?

Not to mention, lest you think I am angelic or something, this is (bar none) the very easiest baby I have ever cared for. She is extremely laid back, super content, and easy going. She sleeps pretty well, and right now, the traditional 'fussy time' has her napping in a cradle.

And if you still think I'm angelic, well then, substitute Linda in place of me. She has been taking many a night shift for us. She has a more flexible schedule than me and can squeak in a nap while I have nary a chance for a nap.

This baby thing would be killing me if I couldn't sleep through the night a few times per week. Linda makes it bearable.

The boys and Rob are pretty much smitten, as well. We all love baby Harmony. We shall cherish our time with her, however long it may be, and then insist that we be her number one babysitters.