Our first, "I don't think I can do this" moment.
We have a 7, almost 8, month old little guy with us.
Respite care, with the possibility of a placement.
He's been with us a total of 7 nights so far.
Our days are pretty good.
He's seriously one of the cutest kids I've ever seen.
He smiles, giggles, and army crawls all over the place.
But the nights...
"Hard" doesn't even start to describe it.
Nights when he's up 3 times is considered a good night.
He was up 7 times Saturday night.
This is not a new thing for him.
This has been going on since he was born heavily drug exposed.
Last night was the hardest.
He went to sleep, then woke up 30 minutes later.
We. tried. everything.
I've never felt that degree of helplessness/failure/discouragement/frustration before.
Exactly 1 hour later, he finally fell asleep.
He was up 3 more times, waking for the day at 5:30.
And Alice was up twice.
Not fun, my friends.
I found myself praying that God has a better family for him than us.
I'm not quite back to the "Lord, if he's supposed to be with us, please make that happen." prayer,
but I know I'll get there soon.
Typing that was hard.
So, that's my little update.
This is really hard.
I'm thankful God's mercies are new each day.
I'm also thankful for coffee.
Friends and Fam, if we don't respond to texts, calls, emails or seem short when we do,
this is why.
Please be gracious to us in our severe sleep deprived state.
PS- Let it be known that I am certain his prior foster family are saints.
We've been dealing with this for 7 nights.
They did it for 7 months.