We just found out that Baby N is leaving us.
We got her last Tuesday.
It's the following Tuesday.
This has been the longest and hardest week of my life.
I mean, I guess that isn't saying much because I haven't really had a hard life.
But for me, this has been a hard week.
We got baby N last Tuesday, and from the second she came into our lives, she has spent at least 60% of it screaming at the top of her lungs, crying or whining.
The other 40%, she has been a precious little wallflower.
She and Taylor made fast frenemies.
They played together and got mad at each other all at the same time.
Jackson stepped up in a way that I had not seen him do yet in our two years of off and on foster care.
He spoke sweetly to N, and told her it was going to be ok when she cried.
He prayed for her at night.
Gently got her out of his room.
Kindly told her 'no' when she would try to get something that was his.
He grew up this week. He also turned 6, so maybe that helped:).
This week has gone by so quickly and slowly all at the same time, and while I was exhausted and stressed for a good majority of it, I am going to miss that precious girl like crazy.
It doesn't make sense to me, but God has put her on my heart for a lifetime.
One week with her, and I will now spend the rest of my life praying for her.
I was talking to my home group girls, who helped me with meals and encouragement more than I can even explain, and I realized that He must have given her to us just for that purpose.
She will forever be one of my children even though it was for such a short time, and I pray for my children, so for that, it was all worth it.
Baby N, thanks for being my baby. You will be so missed and remembered fondly.
I'm off to take her to the CPS office. I hate goodbyes...I'm a hot mess.