That's about all I can say.
It was some day.
I started around 5:30. The Little Mr. and I made our trip to the hospital and we had the MRI done. He was a trooper.
We got home with enough time to have some lunch and do a few lessons.
Then The Mr. and I headed off to court. There were some interesting moments and for a little while, we thought the judge gave us a new nick name--savvy foster parents--not so nice. He actually didn't mean us, but there was so much going on, it took a while to process the whole thing. He really meant those foster parents who are in the system with a sole motivation of adoption and then willfully taint the process. They are few and far between, I hope.
After court we went over the the hospital again. We spent some more time with Baby Boy and learned a little more about tube feeding and care. We'll just have to keep on waiting to see what happens with him. We know so little and couldn't possible give a guess to what is going to happen next.
What happens next?
We just keep waiting on God. Trusting in Him and His plan.
We let go of ourselves and our plans and go with His alone.