The Modern Adoptive Mummy

Don't you love a good metaphor? Hmmm... We last week we had four 'interviews' and no jobs came from it. We had started the week with 5 open links- a really happy place to be, 5 sets of social workers interested in us...the first rejection I have written about in the last post (and this was the hardest to take) and then through the week 3 more rejections came in. It is fair to say that last week was a hugely depressing week that proved that law of averages is total hogwash and we were, unfortunately, not the average. Hope just kept slipping from our fingers as the days went by. At times I am not sure how I dealt with the more petty things of life as it carried on around me. Alongside this my dog, Gus was getting progressively more blind worryingly quick (we had already been to a specialist about a cataract operation, this culminated the following Monday in an emergency rush to the specialist dog hospital as things appeared dangerously worrying- fortunately it wasn'

I was halfway up the stairs cursing at the difficulty of glossing the woodwork after carpet had been put in (nearly two years ago) when the phone rang I didn't make it to the phone in time but recognised the number as my social worker.I called back, paint brush in hand as I didn't have anywhere to put it... She has been sent a CPR for two children we had expressed an interest in ( and been linked to) and wondered when we would be able to pick it up to read through and let her know if we were still interested. After some deliberation, I decided I could do it right then and swing by and pick Karl up on the way. This was to be the first time we were allowed to read- this was one tiny step closer in the process overall. These are only shared with people they are seriously interested in considering as potential parents. By the time we got there the social worker of another set of children had sent their CPR through for us to look at. this felt very positive and we were excited b

The next link had our hearts racing- we had an excitable phone conversation over whether to enquire or not- we initially both said no due to the age of one of the children but neither of us could let it go- the interests of the older child were exactly ours and the fact that they loved singing and dancing and dressing up and crafting was too much to ignore. The more we read through the online profile the more excited we became- they seemed perfect despite a slightly older age of one of them (they were a sibling pair). And they were adorable, gorgeous little faces and the video showed them to be happy and playing well together- they seemed a wonderful fit for us and us for them. So I enquired and within ten minutes we received a link back! This only fueled the excitement. Later our PAR was sent, our social worker agreed they looked a good match and even more exciting, the children's background details (CPR- Child's Permanence Report) were sent to our Social Worker to read

One of the social workers at our agency sent us two profiles- meaning they had identified  interesting children for us to look at. One profile was a child we had been discussing, so we took this as a hint to enquire (we were declined).The other profile didn't open and we couldn't work out why. They couldn't remember sending more than one. Oddly, there was a profile was waiting for us under the heading 'shortlisted' when we woke up the next morning. This set our heads spinning! Had we been shortlisted for a child without enquiring? Had a social worker seen our profile and wanted us and shortlisted us? Was it a social worker who had already seen our profile and declined us for another child but felt they wanted us for this one? It was all very strange and confusing. the child had no name listed or picture, meaning they were likely going through an adoption order but most excitingly- they were a baby- a proper baby- they were around 6 months old! A baby! we had never