I never intended to have two babies four months apart. In fact, I wasn’t going to even foster again. After deciding that I was ready to adopt, I told my foster agency I was only available to take a child who was clearly on the adoption track. I had a toddler in mind because my apartment didn’t meet the space regulations for an older child. Then Hurricane Sandy happened.
Hurricane Sandy resulted in both of my job sites being flooded and closed indefinitely. My local means of transportation, the G train, was also closed and the city couldn’t promise a date for service to return. Fortunately, I had electricity, air conditioning and Netflix. However, my previous neighborhood in which I had three foster care babies at different times, was without power. The days passed. I watched all of the movies in my cue. More days passed and I began to think about foster homes in the city without electricity. How are they doing? How would I be doing if I had a foster child right now? I decided to call my foster agency and left the home-finding director a message stated that I had electricity and was willing to take a few foster kids, or an entire foster family, for a few days.
By midnight my phone was ringing and I was asked if I had a crib. Nope. The caller told me to try to get one by noon tomorrow. After a little help from Craigslist, a rented a car and my friend Deepa, I had a crib and newborn “Sandy” was delivered to me straight from the hospital. She’s still with me today.
Needless to say, my dream available-for-straight-adoption baby came just a few months later. I initially said no given that my hands were plenty full with Sandy. But after some urging from the case workers at the foster agency who knew me well and close friends who insisted they’d help out, I agreed to take another newborn. I don’t recommend working full-time and having two babies so far we’re all hanging in there. If it ever becomes an option to adopt Sandy as well, I will in a heartbeat.
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