We were promised a phone call from our social worker once the relinquishment deadline had passed. The phone call was to confirm that the deadline passed without the birth mother having a change of heart and Baby MPB would always be ours to love and care for.
In the hours before the deadline my anxiety shot through the roof. Mr. MPB did everything he could to distract me (and himself too).
The deadline came and went. And we did not get the promised phone call. Which clearly sent me reeling.
What does this mean?
Did the birth mom call at the last minute and ask for him back?
Are the working out the details for us to return baby MPB?
How will we survive this?
How will Baby MPB survive this?
These thoughts went on for about 10 minutes. Until I couldn’t take it any more and I called our social worker myself.
The social worker did not answer, which did not help my anxiety. If anything, I started worrying even more that she was on the phone working on the details to return Baby MPB.
So, I started texting. I texted our social worker and our lawyer. I needed answer, and I needed them NOW!
About 5 minutes later our social worker finally responded with:
I was just in the washroom and couldn’t get to my phone.
Baby MPB is all yours, go celebrate!
And so, we did with a celebration of hugs and kisses in our hotel room (and maybe even a glass of wine for mommy and daddy).
And now, the one thing we know, without a doubt, is eventually we will go home as a family of 3!
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