Cailin's Story
I had no idea what I was in for when my third child came home. I have known for as long as I could remember that I would adopt children. It just made sense to me. My husband
and I had a conversation about adoption prior to our engagement and
several conversations during our engagement and in our first year of
marriage. I researched, read books, talked to other moms, joined online groups... and finally my son came home. I was so excited to meet him. He was adorable, big fat cheeks, a black Mohawk that stuck up on the top of his little head.
The day after he arrived at the airport my husband got on a plane and left the country. I was home with a 4 year old, a 22 month old and a brand new
6 month old. My youngest was on a schedule exactly 12 hours opposite my
time, he had severe eczema and was so uncomfortable, and he really,
really wanted to go home. When he would wake up from a nap he would
peer at me through slit eyes and realize I was not his foster mother
and start to cry inconsolably. By the third day I had had no sleep
and then the 22 month old ate the dog's Rimadyl. After a call to poison
control and a frantic run to the pharmacy for ipecac syrup I realized I
was out of milk and out of formula.
I called a woman whose daughter
was in my daughter's preschool class and in tears explained I needed
formula and really couldn't handle the grocery store. She was on the
preschool board and went to a meeting that night and said, "Cailin
needs help." Thank Goodness! The board immediately came up with a meal
plan and started bringing in dinners. This got us through the first two
weeks. Full Article...
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