Today was Mike’s birthday, so he took the day (mostly) off work and we took the girls to the beach this morning for some fun. While we were there, I got a phone call from our FFA to see if we were interested in a newborn baby boy. We got what information was available, and it sounded really good, so we said yes.
We packed up and biked home to begin the frantic preparations because he was ready for us right away. I got the girls some lunch and worked on finalizing the details with the social workers. Happily, one of the social workers offered to bring him to our house, so we didn’t have to drive an hour to pick him up at the hospital. Once the girls went down for their afternoon nap (luckily with little resistance, probably due to a morning at the beach) we kicked the preparations into overdrive. Our girls moved into toddler beds months ago, but we kept the disassembled cribs for just such an occurrence. We made a list of stuff we needed for a newborn and Mike headed out to Babies R Us to get everything. I stayed at home with the sleeping girls and assembled the cribs. Luckily I’d kept the instructions with the cribs, so it wasn’t too difficult. (We are setting up one crib in our living area for naps and such, and one in our bedroom for overnights for the time being.)
The social worker arrived with the baby at about 4 pm, and left pretty quickly afterwards. She gave us the paperwork and a few phone numbers in case of problems, and that was it! Our agency social worker will come tomorrow and I’m sure we’ll get a million others just like with the girls. Just when we thought we were done with the Department of Children and Family Services!
He’s gorgeous. Born a few days ago, 8 lbs 1 oz at birth, 21.5 inches long, Latino. I can’t say much about his birth parents, but he is healthy and was likely not exposed to drugs or alcohol. It seems unlikely that we will have any visitations with his birth parents and we will probably be able to adopt him fairly quickly. (KNOCK ON WOOD.)
Our girls are very excited about their new baby brother. V can hardly keep her hands off him, while S is fairly content to admire him from reasonable distance. We’ve been reading a book about farm animals recently, and I often tell them about my childhood farm animals. We had a nanny goat named Margaret and her kid named Gretchen. When I asked the girls what we should name him (he’s legally unnamed at the moment) S suggested “Gretchen.”
So far everything has been smooth. He pooped for the first time just before leaving the hospital with the social worker, and then pooped again after his first bottle of formula. He’s quite an eater so far, drinking 4 oz at his first feeding with us, and then another 3 a few hours later. And then another poop. So the digestive system seems to be functioning well.
Mike fed him his bottle while I put the girls to sleep, though they were too amped up to sleep right away. We needed some groceries so Mike passed me the baby while I sang the girls to sleep and he headed off to stock the fridge. The girls were settled and mostly asleep by the time he got back. Now we are siting on the couch with the sleeping boy, watching so TV, and catching up on emails and Facebook and blogging.
How amazing. Here we go again!