Transition Day 7

What a day! Oh, what a day...

My brain is still trying to settle down.

I do have to laugh a little because there is really just never a dull moment when you are involved in foster care. Never a dull moment.

This morning, we dropped the little guy off with his dad at 9am and then returned home. It was actually REALLY nice to be able to teach the boys without finding creative ways to occupy the little one. I mean, we sat down on the couch and read FIVE chapters of a book together without interruption. Amazing.

Anyway, the boys were taking a play break and I was feeling ambitious with all of my free time. So ambitious that I actually started cleaning out our kitchen junk drawer. Everyone has one of these, right? So you know you really have to a good amount of free time to start this process:).

Then I saw a text from Lee asking me if I received the email from Little D's father and could I call him.

I read the email, responded, and we rushed out the door.

His dad had written that Little D fell off the bed and he thought he injured his arm.

My mind was racing as I was driving toward the hotel. I was certain this was an accident, but it would NOT look good...especially given our little guy's history. What would happen? Would they have to do an investigation? Would this delay the transition process?

I had to call the social worker and her supervisor. They would need to write up an incident report.

I was glad he trusted us enough to reach out, though. By the time we arrived, his arm didn't seem bad, but Lee called and explained that we needed to cover the bases. You don't risk anything when a child is in foster care.

We brought him to the ER and the doctor said everything looked fine and x-rays were not needed. What a relief!

I dropped them back off at the hotel, picked up the big boys (I have an amazing friend who took them out to lunch so they wouldn't have to stay in the ER with us), and then returned to pick up the little guy.

Upon returning home...there was that huge pile of junk drawer 'stuff' on my counter. It will have to wait for another day:).

How I feel: Thankful that the little guy is safe, but concerned by how exhausted he is. He also has this cough the doesn't seem to want to go away. I still haven't wrapped my mind around the fact that his last day with us is Saturday. Man...I don't want him to go.

How the boys feel: Anthony actually almost cried and wanted a hug this morning because he was sad about the little guy leaving! Yeah for him for showing emotion and labeling it. So proud. David didn't express anything out of the ordinary today.

How Little D. feels: He is just so tired. He still happily goes to visit and play with his papá. He knows he will be living with him and leaving by plane. Little D. talks about all of this while looking at his calendar and seems fine with it. I think he is holding it together well, but I am not sure how much longer he can last like this. I am praying he gets good rest so that he can have the stamina he needs.