Oh Baby!

In September Scott and I started the process to be the Cradle Care Family for Adoption Dreams Come True. Do you remember our First Aid & CPR class, me being "stabbed by a candy cane"? Well, if we weren't whooped enough from an eventful Christmas we got a call from the agency on New Year's Day. We had been trying to nap and poor Cindy, the agency's owner, tried us multiple times on multiple phones and finally got me. In her 17 years she has not needed a family for Cradle Care, however, every agency needs one. She said, "Kris, it's Cindy, we have a baby." I about flipped!

Our one condition was that we were finishing our last hour of infant CPR the next afternoon. So there we go to the instructors house for our class, get signed off and official, and head to the hospital. We met the baby, got to know her a little and then were released at 7:00. If you've had a baby you'll know what I'm saying when your house looks like you have a new baby... it looks like a bomb dropped. Cindy dropped off the car seat, bags of clothes, diapers, and formula. That with our Christmas tree and stockings in the background - not sure when that will be coming down. Reagan told me this will go down as the craziest Christmas ever!!

With the circumstances surrounding this baby, we may have her for quite a while. It could be as long as 45 days. "Won't you have a hard time letting her go?" If she was here a week, probably not. But 2 months is a long time for all of us to bond, so I'm sure it won't be easy. But knowing the circumstances of the potential adoptive parents, I can't wait to be the one to hand her over. Cindy said I would be able to do that, it gives me chills to have that honor.

For now Scott and I are whooped. She whined and fussed most of the night. We both have colds, she left the hospital with a sniffle & woke up with a zillion sneezes, Tennison has it  now and... did I mentioned being whooped?

I better scoot, we're off to our pediatricians for her first doctor visit. Who thought we'd be doing that again? If you think of us, pray for sleep cause boy... are we whooped!