The Unexpected Guest

We were supposed to be taking a week off from shelter care. We had back to back out of state trips planned, and we thought it would be best if we didn't take a baby and then request to have to have it moved because we were going out of town. Then we heard the news-23 babies sitting at the Welcome Center in Los Angeles. Every single one of them needing a foster home to go to. The Welcome Center is an office building used to house children when they are detained. It is a holding center of sorts. Designed as a waiting room for children right after they are removed from their home and waiting to be placed in a foster home. Legally, children and babies are not supposed to stay at the Welcome Center for more than 24 hours. However, the demand is too great. Too many babies and not nearly enough foster homes. Most of the time, children and babies wait in the office for 24 hours while the social worker is searching for a home. If no home is found, the child will leave the office building for a day and returned to the Welcome Center, and the clock is restarted. Such a sad and scary situation for any child to be in. So we said yes. We were told that the sweet little babe was born the day before and would be arriving to our house in the next couple of hours. It was a crazy, busy day full of many parties and plans. The sweet little baby arrived on our doorstep only to be whisked off to a birthday party. The kids were so excited to show off their new foster brother and it made for a really fun weekend. He was such a sweet joy, and the thought of him spending an extended amount of time sitting in an office building makes me cringe. Every newborn deserves to be held, kissed and loved on. Even if it means those kisses take place in the middle of birthday parties and chaos. If we had said no to that precious little baby, we would have missed out on the privilege of being his first mommy and daddy. The 4 days he spent with us was crazy, chaotic and exhausting, but the time was precious and memorable.

Short stay in our home, but forever in our hearts

Big brown eyes and wild curly hair. He came to us straight from the hospital. Not because he had just been born, but because he had suffered injury at the hands of the woman that was supposed to love and care for him. He was just two months old and had more broken bones than I could count on my hand. We knew he'd only be with us short while. A sweet, young couple had already agreed to love and protect him and adopt him if the time came. We would just be a safe place for this little one to land until his new mommy and daddy could come. We fell in love instantly. His sweet disposition and calm nature despite his pain, blew me away. Although we were excited for his new life with his new parents, we were so sad to see him go. His sweet foster mom continued to send us pictures and update us on his progress. We reminisced about him over dinner and the boys talked about him often. It was as if he was still a part of our life. We were already making plans with the new foster family to get together to visit and catch up. Then, late one evening, I received a text from the foster mom explaining that without notice, the little guy had been removed. Nobody was fessing up and admitting to abusing him, so the judge returned him home. Just like that. No accountability for the biological parents, no investigation, nothing. She was distraught and in shock. We were speechless and afraid for his safety. There is not a day that goes by that we don't think about that sweet baby with the wild, crazy hair. He weighs heavy on our hearts and we grieve for him and the rest of the children that fall prey to a broken system. We will continue to pray for his safety, his grieving foster mother, and healing for his broken home. Though we feel powerless, we can rest in the fact that The Lord loves him even more than we do and is pained even more than we are when this kind of tragedy happens. Though the pain and worry can be consuming, we try to focus on the importance of what we do. Even if these children get returned to harmful and dangerous situations, we know that they were loved and cherished every moment that they were in our house. The time here was not wasted.

The Call

I had just finished cleaning up dinner. Keith was at his cross country practice, and the kids had asked to watch a movie before bed. I settled in to watch it with them when the phone rang. A number from Pomona that I didn't recognize. "Is this Michelle?" The woman asked, when I answered yes, she followed with, " Linda gave me your number. Will you be home in about an hour? I have a two day old to drop off". One or two more follow up questions, and the race began. I swept the house trying to pull out/find itty bitty newborn things. The last baby we had was a 2 month old little boy, so a 2 day old premature girl was a different ball game. I sent Keith a quick text " newborn girl on her way" , to which he responded, " k". Shortly after my husband arrived home, a car pulled up. The kids had already been waiting on the porch with anticipation. They knew the drill, mommy and daddy watch foster babies and we love them and take care of them until a new home can be found for them. Every baby is like Christmas morning to them. They run around, pulling out stuffed animals for the baby, calling dibs on being the first to hold them. The social worker placed the car seat holding the tiniest baby on our dining room table. After I signed some papers, the social worker gave me the 2 crumpled up diapers she had in her purse. "Here", " this is all that she came with. Oh, and this bottle. She's probably starving since she hasn't eaten for about four hours. She's been sitting in my office all day." I lift the little peanut out of the carseat only to notice that she is covered in feces. I wonder how long it had been since she was changed since it was clear she hadn't been fed in awhile. The social worker quickly left promising that someone would call to schedule a home visit in the next couple of weeks. We spent the next two weeks loving and cherishing the sweet baby. We prayed over her, spoiled her and constantly gushed over her sweet little features. We knew she wouldn't be staying forever, but we treated her as if she were. We couldn't have loved her more if I had birthed her myself. Exactly 2 weeks after she arrived, my phone rang again. " the baby is being released to her dad, the social worker will be there to pick her up in a half an hour." Although I knew the day would come, I still began to cry. I cried over the sadness of never seeing her again, I cried with worry for her safety, and I cried over fear for her future. I know that as an emergency shelter house, we are merely a temporary safe house for the babies until a more permanent foster home is found for them. It had just never hit me until that moment, that some of these babies might leave our house to return to the hands that had hurt them in the first place. Some of these babies will have happy endings, their bio parents will recover and heal and they will be able to raise their children in a safe and loving environment, some babies will end up being adopted after reunification efforts have failed. Other babies will not have a happy ending. They might fall prey to the broken system and get caught in the horrible life of abuse and addiction. No matter the outcome, we will continue to offer shelter. We will love and attach to each and every baby. We will celebrate them and delight in them. We refuse to merely babysit. We will welcome them as our own and continue to pray for them even after they leave. The tears we shed when they leave are a good thing. It means that they were loved completely and deeply. They will forever be in our hearts and in the hearts of our children. A living breathing example for our children of showing love to others without expecting anything in return.