Coo coo cooo… Hum, thump thump, thrumph… I awaken to a waking baby. 1:15. Head is still not clear, swing my legs off the bed. No, what, ok maybe he will fall back asleep if, I walk him around rocking him a bit. No, not time for feeding. Around and around the room and now a hard cry. Up pops Cheryl. “Nick, let’s feed him.”
Out to the front room. 2 ounces hot, 2 ounces cold, 2 scoops… swish swish swish! Oh, the little drip of formula milk is just right. Got that down after the six from the Sunday. He sucks it down like a pro. Cheryl, like clock work, turns him over to burp him. Pat pat pat, burp pat pat pat burp. Up and walking around just a bit. He is asleep again. “Nick, let’s go back to sleep.
My head hits the pillow and like no time has passed the clock say 2:10 fuss fuss fuss wiggle fuss fuss. Cheryl is not waking. Head is still a little fuzzy, swing my head off the bed. Pick him up and pat pat, rock rock. He is still up. Making it look like maybe, Hungary again? No way could he need to eat again? Maybe his diaper? No… good there. Still not falling back to sleep. Maybe the vibrating chair. Vvvv vvvv vvvv vvvv. No… he is still wide awake. Stand and sit, stand and sit, stand and sit. Over and over and nothing. 40 or so minutes, Cheryl is now up, “he can’t need to eat.” Like a pro Cheryl gets him to calm and get back to sleep as the clock reads 3:20 … 3:47 what wait… Cheryl slips into bed and yes he is with us.
4:29 … the Empire theme song from Star Wars sounds. Time to get up. Cheryl… you are going to work. Do you need to get up? No 20 more minutes. 5:44 time to get up. Oops… How did that happen? Let me take him. Into the vibrating seat so I can fix another bottle. 2 ounces, 2 ounces, 2 scoops. I have my spit up towel, bottle, rocking chair, oh yes… Baby. Suck, suck, slurp, slurp… Down goes the bottle. Pat pat pat burp, pat pat pat burp. All done. Cheryl hurriedly getting ready for work.
She moved the car seat around so the little one could ride correctly. I am staying home… On the menu for the day after caring for two little ones with the loving help of Cheryl’s mom; get child care set up, take children to doctors and get signed up for assistance. Cheryl is out the door.
Get those forms filled out that our child care placed gave us. Name, date of birth, types of food, sleep and eating habits… so so much information and only very little that I can give. Soon, move, knock, coo from the baby monitor. Cheryl’s mom says the little one was up until 2am. I go in and get her. Check the diaper. Dry. Down into the high chair. Pancakes and milk are what’s for breakfast. Ok she can pick up pieces to put in her mouth, I can call our child care location.
“What do you mean we are back onto a waiting list?” Yep, the place we had chosen is not available. Good thing I did not drive there and get shot down. Oh and good thing Cheryl had found other places that might also work. Hard to plan for this sort of thing because well… it is pretty unexpected. YES!!! Spots are open, just need to drive there and complete the paperwork.
My wonderful mother in law made another miracle happen, we have two doctors appointments in the afternoon. Game plan. MIL stays home with the little ones and I go to the doctors office and child care location to fill out the abundance of the paperwork that needs to be completed.
I made it to the child care location. Got the paperwork. Name, date of birth, types of food, sleeping and eating habits, and so so much information and only very little that I know. Filled out the paperwork and gave it turned it into the staff. They said that all they were waiting on is confirmation from CPS. Cheryl had told me on the drive to the child care location that we still had not been assigned a worker with CPS and should be hearing from them by 3:00.
I get back into the car, how could it be so late? Down Dysart I drove and yes, traffic flows so much slower when you need to be somewhere. Finally at home and back in the house. Lots of things need to be packed. Stroller, diapers, bottles, formula, and so many other must have which I am no accustomed to parking each time when leaving with children. The whirlwind that insured with packing was one for the record books. After encountering the day out with the children I think I did well, just need a few more diapers and the scooper for the formula.
Cheryl took a half day off to be there with me and her mom and she met us at the doctor’s office. Together we filled out the paperwork. Name, date of birth, types of food, sleeping and eating habits, and so much more information and so very little that we know. The little ones check out well, slight fever in the girl, but looked good. While in the patient room anther 2ounces, 2 ounces 2 scoops (well no scooper) and more suck suck, and pat pat pat burp.
Off to assistance. While in filling out the paperwork we hear a gentlemen talking to Cheryl’s mom, he once had fostered 6 siblings all at once. Name, date of birth, types of food, sleeping and eating habits, and so much more information and so very little that we know. I could not imagine how trying that was for him. So many generous people, so many helpful hearts.
Back at home… 2 ounces, 2 ounces, 2 scoops, pat pat pat burp. 4:38. Wait. When did the CPS worker call? They didn’t… Cheryl calls the child care providers and they also did not call to confirm for us. All of that effort and now author day that we have to wait. Cheryl was busy feeding the older after bathing her. The younger one went down and both are now sleeping.
It is still very early in the evening and I am sure there will be at least one more feeding, but this has been a day in the life of a foster parent.
Thanks for reading.