But there was something about the bedside manner of the nurses that kept me on edge. Thankfully things smoothed out quickly and this blog post will be a short one. But I figured I'd share with y'all some of the things that were said to me within our first 24 hours at the hospital.
"She's so pretty. Are her parents pretty?"I honestly had no answer for that one.
"She's so fair. Which one of her parents is white?"Again...I stumbled over an answer. I live in an area of the country that is 99% Hispanic. My white children are old enough that they don't get a ton of attention. But my blond haired child has been the subject of touches and questions about his hair that were unwanted. And total strangers do like to comment REGULARLY about both TT's and Bart's blue eyes. I suppose a very fair baby with a very Hispanic last name threw people for a loop. When we're out in public people just assume she's "mine". I even had one bold person directly ask me if I had an "oops" baby.
But the one that cut me to the core was this...
Nurse: "So...you have had others? Or is this your first one?"All I could do was stammer, "Of course I get attached."
Me: "Yes, we've had other foster kids."
Nurse: "Where did your others go?"
Me: "My last kids went to a relative."
Nurse: "How long did you have them?"
Me: "27 months."
Nurse: "Oh. So you don't get attached?!"
(said like a statement of fact...not a question)
I had nothing in my emotional tank for anything else.
She completely deflated me.