We accepted an offer for a two week-old baby born addicted to cocaine. He’s being discharged from the hospital tomorrow.
It’s all surreal right now. I’m not going to let myself get attached and start thinking “this might be my baby.” He’s someone else’s baby, and I want this momma to get her life right and have a happy future with her child. Statistically, though, I don’t know that the odds of that are great. But in the meantime, we help, and we nurture, and we give him the best life possible. Maybe grandma will come forward in a few days and offer to care for him. Maybe he’ll be with us for a long time. No way of knowing. My heart isn’t set on anything.
How do you love a young child without bonding too closely? I don’t know that it’s possible.
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