We all survived day one. I'm still quite torn about this placement.
Originally I said "no" to the call. The new cherubs are from another county and visits were going to be an hour away. Pumpkin already takes up soooooo much of my time. I didn't want to have to commit to a visit schedule like this one.
Also, my agency said they didn't want to place any children with us until we got back from our vacation. Granted, our vacation isn't until August. But we are going to be gone for almost three weeks.
However, my agency called back on Wednesday evening practically begging. They are incredibly nice. They have NEVER pressured us to take a placement. They accept every single "no" without question. So, to say that they were "begging" does need to be put into perspective. All they did was explain that they really wanted us to consider the placement. I was told that no homes in our area are available. They had already discussed things with our agency's regional office and they had permission to make an exception due to the vacation issue. (I guess they will deal with the respite problem when the time comes.) CPS also discussed things with bio mom and let her know she was going to have to drive to us for visits. It was either make these exceptions – or the children were going to have to go to a shelter nearly six hours away from here!!
I couldn't imagine sending a 2yo and a 3yo to a shelter that far away! Neither could Mr. Amazing. So, we said "yes".
The only criteria left to fill was to make sure that the children spoke English. All the workers talked to each other and to the mom and it was determined that they did in fact speak English.
So now I'm horribly torn. These babies need a home. I think they need a home close enough to their mom so they can have visits. I think they need a home – not a shelter.
However, they also need to be able to communicate in their language. It's just not fair that I keep looking at the little girl and saying, "I'm sorry. No comprendo." She's just going to shut down and not speak at all eventually.
Day Two has kicked off. The new cherubs are still asleep. (Crying for two hours at bedtime can really wear a baby out!) We're off to the doctor today. If they didn't already hate foster care enough, I'm pretty sure they won't be too thrilled with me as the day progresses. They'll get blood drawn, get a TB test and get caught up with their shots. Should be interesting!