I was talking to my mom on the phone over the weekend and saying that I don’t remember much about Thanksgiving last year. As I tried harder to recall it, I then remembered that Baby didn’t spend Thanksgiving with us. He did a five night overnight with his dad.
The Sunday before Baby came home, DH and I were FB stalking and realized Dad had broken up with his live-in girlfriend, and we literally didn’t know where Dad or Baby were. Dad was living in his girlfriend’s home so we assumed she kicked him out and that he had no place to go. Baby returned to us the following morning and was supposed to go back for another overnight that night. Dad canceled the overnight and then reached us by phone that night to ask us if we would adopt Baby because he just didn’t think he was capable of parenting.
Of course the roller coaster didn’t end there. Dad asked DH to drive out to his house an hour away and pick up all of Baby’s things because he just couldn’t look at them anymore. DH did. That was the weekend before Christmas. Two days later he called the worker and said he had changed his mind and didn’t want to terminate his rights. However, he literally never showed up for another meeting, visitation, or court hearing. It certainly put us on edge, and made it seem like we could never feel settled in the case.
At any rate, here we are. It’s Thanksgiving week one year later and Baby is asleep in his crib wth no plans for him to go anywhere, and Ms. 6 just arrived for the rest of the week. Happy Thanksgiving y’all!