This week will be a no nail color week. The reason? My nails have chipped away and are separating. One of the nail polishes I had used caused damage to my nails. For the next week I will be lotioning and conditioning my nails to prepare them to be painted once again next week. However I still plan on blogging my message today. Why? Because we have been witness to a tiny miracle that I know my Grandma was with us on.
On Thursday morning I sat at the dentist dreading my appointment. It was not because its the dentist because I like my dentist but rather because my grandma had gone to that same dentist and they had loved her and she had loved them. As I sat there I received a call on my cell with a number I recognized all to well as the local DCS (Department of Child Services) office. Since our other two little ones left and went home two days before Grandma's passing we had turned down every placement call we had gotten. Little did we know that this time would be different. Little did we know that only 6 hours later would we be heading to the hospital to pick up a two day old newborn and bringing him home to live with us. Will this be a long term placement or a short term? I don't know but we do know that Grandma had to have had a hand in it all as too many "interesting" events occurred.
I had been laid off for a couple weeks now when we received the call for this little guy we have nicknamed our little "Buddy." (Buddy is not his real name by the way.) When I called Jeff he hadn't been sure now was the right time yet we both felt it was important that we consider doing this as we never knew when the next time would be that we would have the opportunity to have a baby, let alone a newborn baby, as a foster child. This was a great opportunity. After I cleaned the house and ran to the store for diapers I got changed to go get him. It was both coincidence and not when I picked up a clean shirt to put it on and it was the pink tie die shirt with the angel wings and this blog site name on it. After we picked up the little guy and were being helped out to the car, they walked us past the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit. This unit was named the Catherine Kasper Neonatal Intensive care unit. Catherine Kasper!!! Catherine was the foundress of the Poor Handmaids of Jesus Christ...the community I had been in. My grandma had truly loved the Poor Handmaids, even so much so that she bought a brick in their prayer garden. Talk about signs!
My grandma had told me that someday I would have a newborn baby in my house and that she wouldn't be around to see it. She had been right. She would love this little guy and more so she would have loved to have hold him in her arms. I have thought of her often as I hold him and feed him and dress him. Grandma made this possible. How lucky are we?!?!
There are days I miss her more than anything and as there are issues with the little guy, I think about all the old wives tales my grandma would tell me and I hope that I can be even half the mom to this little guy as she was to me as my grandma. Thank you Grandma for this little miracle. I know you are the angel looking out for us.
