A Call

After hearing about the baby boy yesterday, I spent a lot of time researching shaken baby syndrome last night and well, the end results normally aren't good. I had every intention of contacting our social worker today and letting her know that we would not be able to take the four month old boy that she had told us about yesterday.

I emailed her and asked when we could have our third home visit, which would complete our home study. She emailed me back and told me that we could meet on June 7th at 3:00. That works out pretty perfectly since we leave for our anniversary trip that afternoon. We can complete our home visit and then head to DC to celebrate our 10th anniversary.

I just couldn't get the baby boy out of my head. While I was determined that we would not take him into our home, my Mommy heart just couldn't let him go. While Nate was in the NICU, there was another baby boy there that never received a single visitor. I felt so bad for him. The nurses there took great care of him, but it's different when there's someone loving on him and spending time with him. I emailed the social worker if anyone was sitting with the baby boy that she had mentioned yesterday.

Her response wasn't about the baby boy.

Instead, she told me about a case that they just received involving a 3 month old baby girl. She, too, is a victim of shaken baby syndrome. She has a fractured skull and is currently in the hospital.

At this point, I'm thinking "What in the world?" We decide to say no to the baby boy and then we find out about a baby girl. Is God trying to tell me something?  I discussed things with Dave and I decide to email her back, saying that while we would be okay with fostering, we aren't sure that we would want to adopt if the case were to move that way. As I'm emailing her, my phone rings.

It's our social worker. She was calling to give me some more information about the baby girl. We still don't know much and won't know more until tomorrow. We have no idea how long she will be in the hospital or if we will be the family that is chosen to love her. What we do know is that we are being pursued as one of the families that could possibly take her.

My heart breaks for this little girl. No child should ever have to suffer such pain and fear, especially at such a young age. At this point, we are leaving it in God's hands. I'm not sure what He has planned. If we are the family chosen for this baby girl, we will love her and protect her and promise her that no one will ever hurt her again. If we are not chosen, we will continue to wait for THE call.

If this is THE call, God sure does provide things quickly! :)