One of the hardest parts of being a foster mom is saying goodbye to the child.
No matter how good of home they are going to, you will always worry about their fate, and you will mourn your loss.
We got word last week that Baby C will be returning home on Tuesday.
I picked her up from the hospital last year at 4 pounds. She miraculously survived after having been born at a pound and a half and had fought for her life in the NICU for two months prior to coming home with us. She's come a long ways since then! She will turn 1 this month, and now weighs 14 pounds!
It's strange that I remember her being too small to fill out preemie clothes, but I honestly can't remember those times. I look back at pictures, but I still can't imagine it.
I got to see many of her firsts--her first time to roll over, first time to sit up, first time to scoot, first time to crawl, first tooth, first word, first time to pull up, and first official hug. Unfortunately, I won't get to see any more of her firsts.
Baby C, I hope you know how much you have blessed my life. Your laugh can brighten even the darkest of days! You have brought me more joy and happiness than you will ever know.
I know you won't have memories of us, but I hope you will always feel our unconditional love for you.