The Modern Adoptive Mummy

As said, our introductions were delayed by a few days, so instead of Thursday, they were the following Monday. Four days doesn't seem a lot in the grand scheme of things but after such a long wait those four days seemed liked added torture. We went for our planning meeting as scheduled- only instead of meeting them, we received the adoption placement certificate- which made it really feel official- a piece of paper with a date for placement, certifying us to take these children home. After this meeting, we went home. We decided to treat ourselves to a blow up home spa that week and thankfully the weather was beautiful on the Sunday so we had a  lovely relaxing day in the spa and one evening bubbles and chill time too. We knew we had to deflated it and put it away for the season but it will come out again late spring and by then hopefully the boys will enjoy being in water. On Monday we made our way to the foster carer's home. I felt sick, I think we both did. We stopped off

The matching panel is made up of lots of professionals who don't know you and have nothing to do with the case. It is impartial in that sense and therefore quite impersonal. They have had all our details and the boys details for at least a week to read through before the panel date. We managed to get a little lost on the way to the unfamiliar town- we managed to walk around the impressive old building with fairly unimpressive doorway into the civic centre and not the council building. We also had hold ups on the road meaning we were spot on time rather than early like we had planned. We arrived and walked into the fairly decadent building to be used up towards a less than impressive waiting room, soulless, bare and to be fair somewhat grubby. the coffee laid on was on the rough side and to be fair I had some more to have something to do. It is supposed to pretty much be a done deal- no one would waste time and effort on people or a person they didn't think to be a good ma