Every time the phone rang, there was tension. We are definitely not running the show here. But we’re good at following instructions…. it was extremely emotional, tears were shed but the short story is we now have a baby boy in temporary custody. I can’t say “our” yet and I won’t tell you the name…. cause we have to wait til Sunday before the papers can be signed. Yes, another 24 hours more than I expected, but that’s the way it goes. We’re back at the hotel, numb, and drained. We’ll probably hear from Emily tomorrow and we’ll arrange a visit.
We feel like babysitters at this point. He hasn’t opened his eyes yet with me. He has a big, beautiful proud nose. I like holding him. I like feeding him and diapering him. I still can’t exhale. This is like Chinese water torture. Seriously.