When I called her on Monday, our social worker answered the phone with words I dreaded. She said, "I was just about to call you...There's been a change of plans..." The rest of the phone call doesn't matter. What does matter is God is still good.
I have peace knowing He knew that this was going to happen. I have peace knowing I can be angry at Him, and he is going to hold me close while I scream, yell, cry, melt, and ignore. I have peace knowing that Herb is with me, and we are in this together.
We're devestated. I've considered whether it would be possible to just "let it go," and see if everyone catches the drift. I just don't really want to talk about it. Period. But we were all so excited, that I don't think that could have been an option.
Of course, things could change again, and if they do, we are still open to adopting this baby that we've come to love and cherish, but we are not banking on that happening. At this point, we're taking everything one hour at a time.
Baby boy surprised everyone and entered the world at 3:06am this morning. We found out through a facebook post meant for everyone to see. On what could have been the happiest day of our lives is probably the saddest. Just like that...poof.
Thanks for covering us in prayer.