Monday, March 26, 2012

Help wanted

Baby products have changed a lot during the more than 10 years since I last had an infant or toddler. 

Many of the changes are good.  I love the new key fit car seats, bumbos, more fashionable diaper bags, better bottle systems and the huge selection of organic baby foods.

However when it comes to purchasing toys, clothing, bibs and blankets, all things that end up in baby's mouth, I'm hard pressed to find anything that is not made in China. Most toys these days are plastic and require batteries.

I have a few classic or wooden toys left from my bio children's baby-hoods, but I would love to know where to buy more for Primo.  Are there any clothing and blankets still made in America?

On one of the morning news shows this week there was a segment about the growing demand for American made baby products in China.  A San Fransisco native of Chinese descent has opened a number of stores in China full of these American products, especially baby foods and formula, but also toys, diapers and wipes.  

Where do YOU find clothing and toys that are not made in China?

Thursday, March 22, 2012

A chronic case...

that pretty much describes my rule following.  For as long as I can remember I have found comfort in boundaries and rules.  I can't trace this back to a specific or pivotal event in my life, it feels like I was born with this chronic condition.

As you may imagine having a chronic case of rule following can make it excruciatingly difficult to be involved in foster care.

I'm also a very practical girl, I don't just follow rules for the sake of rules, but for the structure they offer to my life, the safety they provide for society in general or for the ability they provide to avoid unwanted consequences.  I don't want to sell myself as someone who has never broken a rule, there are good and thoughtful rules and then some arbitrary ones that are just not practical to everyday life.

BUT...

What I was thinking about when I started this post has more to do with the rules that govern social workers, bio parents, county workers, and foster parents, you know the law of the land and those pesky little court orders involving visitation, random drug tests (which are in no way random), case plans etc?

It bothers me to the extreme when the people involved in Primo's case do not follow the court's orders.  The "system" is slow and cumbersome and often impractical.  I know that, but it seems that if everyone did as the judge asked we may all be happier and more children would be able to go home to their families.

The risk involved in violating a court order does not seem worth it to this chronic rule follower.  



Tuesday, March 20, 2012

It has been decided

We are taking Primo with us on our spring break travels.  I have never flown with an infant.

One of my children, who would prefer to remain nameless, keeps telling me that she can't believe we are going to be "those people", you know the ones with the screaming, hysterical baby who cries for the whole flight?

Keeping my fingers crossed for smooth sailing.


Tuesday, March 13, 2012

I've been thinking a lot

I haven't been writing much lately, I just haven't felt inspired.  I have been thinking a lot.

Thinking about where Primo's case is heading, and I'm still not sure about this?  There have been so many twists, turns, ups, downs and a little bit of crazy thrown in for good measure.  I haven't felt comfortable blogging about the particulars.

I have been playing out the possible scenarios in my head.  What if he reunifies?  What if he stays?  What if someone else adopts him?  What about his siblings?

I found this link while reading another foster care blog (have I mentioned how much I LOVE foster care blogs?) This is a beautiful idea.

http://upbeatsanddownbeats.blogspot.com/2011/04/focus-on-fostering-saying-goodbye.html

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

It got better

My whole week of respite was not as bad as the first few days.

I hit up the Rescue Remedy big time.

I got myself some electrolyte water and started eating as healthy as I had time for.

It did seem that just as we got into a good routine it was time for little respite guy to go home.  Getting into a routine was very difficult because the only info our little guy showed up with was that he loved cheese, nothing else, no bed or nap time info or any other helpful information.  I guess that's why they call it emergency respite care.

I'm glad I could help out, but I'm not sure I will be doing respite again any time soon.

Monday, March 5, 2012

knowing my limit

I said yes to doing emergency respite care for a 17 month old boy this week.

It has been a long time since I had two little ones in the house and now I remember why.

I stepped into the shower on the second night that little respite guy was with us and suddenly had tunnel vision, heavy limbs and awful nausea.  I had no choice but to sit down on the shower floor.  I was suddenly so thirsty all I could do was gulp mouthfuls of shower water and wait for my other symptoms to subside, which they did in about 20 minutes.

Intellectually I thought I would be fine with 5 kids in the house.  But the reality was that my days were filled with chasing down a 17 month old, baby proofing on the fly, rocking him to sleep for an hour every night, driving my girls to their various activities, changing LOTS of poopy diapers, making bottles, washing bottles, laundry, helping with school projects, driving again, foster parent training, laundry, driving, not getting enough house cleaning done, driving, fixing little meals, snacks and juice cups, visits for both babies, making bottles and rice cereal, social worker visits, not getting enough sleep, WIC appointment,  and did I mention DRIVING AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN?

So, the moral of this story is that even if my brain felt confident about caring for 5 children, my body told a different and more realistic story.  I need to know my limits, for my sake, my husband's sake and for the sake of every child in my home. Sake is an odd word isn't it, but you know what I mean right?

Clearly I'm still not getting enough sleep.