Just three days into being on the list for placements, we got a call for a 2-year-old girl. She's now sleeping upstairs.
I went straight from a work meeting to pick her up from a shelter. I'm not sure why we didn't get a call last night to prevent her from going to the shelter. She was happy and doing her thing at the shelter, then fell asleep on the ride home, then when I woke her up, she was not so happy. Not sobbing, but it took her awhile to smile again, and explore and check out the toys. Somewhere in there were the words that stopped me cold.
I know, honey. I know you want to go buh-bye. I know you're so lost and confused. I know you miss your mama and your siblings.
I'm sure for a toddler placement, the first evening went quite well. She ate. She didn't want to go to bed, but let me rock and cuddle her, and she was asleep after an hour with minimal crying.
But it's still so, so sad. You can see it in her face, hear it in her voice, in a way that you couldn't with our infant placements.
Plus, we're buckling up for our family adjusting to a walking, talking foster child. She is a year younger than Rhinoceros, but they're the same size. She also seems much more independent than my kids at her age. It'll shake us up quite a bit, I think.
I'm glad we can be here for her. But I am worn out and need some sleep before tomorrow's adventures begin.