We’ve had a tiny human being in our home for four days now. We’ve been feeding him and changing him, keeping him warm and loving him.
What we haven’t done is talk with his case worker. Nope. His caseworker had left the hospital when we got there Monday and left nothing for us. Not a copy of the birth certificate. Not a placement form saying that yes, he is legally in our placement.
His worker was supposed to come to our house Tuesday, but “got tied up at court.” We needed a medical card number for his pediatrician appointment at noon Wednesday, and Croi desperately needed placement paperwork as she only has 3 days to submit FMLA paperwork.
Ensue several Mama Bear Erat phone calls. Luckily, thanks to our stork, Kelly (we have a caseworker and Lil Pumpkin has a caseworker. Ours is not nearly so overworked and overloaded as his is.) we got the paperwork Croi needed.
But, 4 days later, and I still don’t know much more about this little angel than we knew Monday. Which isn’t much.