I never thought I’d:
Have a baby dropped off at my front door.
Go to first well child with birth mother.
Be asked to accommodate five visitations in one week.
Take my daughter to have her cheek swabbed for DNA.
Totally flip out when bio relatives asks to baby sit.
Receive phone calls from bio mom.
Receive way too many phone calls from relatives.
Have my concerns twisted and turned against me.
Have to beg for basic information about our placements.
Have bio mom meet me at my car every single visit.
Meet possible bio dad without representation from state or a heads up or any info what so ever.
Love this sweet baby girl so much, so quickly that none of the above really matters.