We'd been licensed foster care providers for 9 months but had only had one placement and that only lasted three weeks. Based on this we had decided to let our license lapse when the year was up.
On the phone was our licensing worker. Earlier that day a baby girl had been born and she needed a place to go when she was released from the hospital. I said "We'll take her," The worker asked me if I needed to talk it over with my husband. I said there was no need.
When I hung up, I called him and told him we were having a baby.
And we did.
Happy birthday baby.
(I've been ruminating over something and I'd appreciate your thoughts. Do I take her birthday picture the minute she was born as I do with the bio kids, or do I take it at the time we first clapped eyes on her? This year at least, I'll be going with the second option and taking it at about 3 pm on the 14th because I forgot to look up her birth time before the day came and missed it. Funny how you don't remember that sort of thing (meaning the birth time) as well when you weren't the one reveling in the mixture of love and the relief of a baby birthed during the moment in question)