So, "The Call", and it's results have begun to sink in.
I wobble between being completely calm
and a stress monger.
Most of the time, I can accept that whatever Mama E chooses, and know I'll be completely accepting of her decision,
Babies are meant to be with their mamas. Mamas are meant to be with their babies. I believe this, truly and deeply.
BUT, then I have that stomach squeezing moment when I think about the details.
I know how hard it will be for Mama E and the new baby. How much of a struggle it will be for all of them.
Then I force myself to climb back to calm.
We do have a nice distraction from the wobbling, as we're heading to court to finalize Babycake's adoption. I'm ecstatic that this portion of his adoption will finally, finally be over!