We left Amy’s hospital room and headed back to ours. We were relieved. And we were exhausted.
The social worker came back in our room. She told us that the family had done a complete turn around. She told us that they liked us. She told us that she was amazed at how well the visit went, and that they were a “different family” that the one she had been dealing with up to that point. We wondered if the social worker was just a spaz and had us worked up for nothing (she did seem a little high strung), but whatever. We were just happy that it went well.
The baby was born at 7:05 on Wednesday night, and Medicaid regulations said that Amy could stay in the hospital until 7:05 Friday night. The social worker told us that Amy had made it very clear that she planned to stay until exactly 7:05, and that she wanted to spend the entire time with the baby. We probably could have fought this, since we did technically have custody at that point, but we didn’t think that was the right thing to do. We were anxious to spend time with him, but we thought that Amy and her family should have those hours together.
So we had some time on our hands. The first order of business was to name him. Since we had decided to go with Michael as a middle name, Christian looked at our list of names again. Colin had previously been crossed off the list because Christian didn’t like it, but he said, “What about Colin? Colin Michael sounds good.” Colin had been one of the names that I really liked, so it was a done deal.
Next we did paperwork – insurance and such. Then we met with the doctor who had delivered Colin and the nurse on duty. They were able to answer some questions about the delivery and Colin’s health so far. We also checked in with our attorney’s office to let them know about all of the drama (they had no idea it had happened) and to let them know that everything was now OK.
We decided that we should get out of the hospital for a while. We found an Olive Garden and had lunch/ dinner. Since it was probably our last meal out together for a while, we should have tried to enjoy it, but we both pretty much sat there in stunned silence. Talk about a range of emotions in one day! We were exhausted.
After we ate, we went to the mall. We picked up gifts for Noah and Zoe “from Colin” thinking it might help ease the transition. Then we searched for a gift for Amy. What do you get for the woman who just gave birth to your baby? We had no idea. We looked and looked. We wanted to get something meaningful, but simple. Something nice, but not extravagant. We finally decided on a simple heart necklace from one of the mall jewelry stores. When we got back to the hospital, I wrote this note* to go with it:
We just want to say thank you for allowing this beautiful little boy to be a part of our family. We can’t imagine how difficult this must be for you, but please know that he will be loved and that we will give him every opportunity we possible can. We will make sure that he always knows that you love him, too.
You will always have a special place in our hearts, and in this baby’s heart, and we hope that you will remember that whenever you wear this.
*I hand wrote the note for Amy and then copied it exactly in my notebook. I have no idea how I had the presence of mind to do this, but I’m so glad I did. I NEVER would have remembered what I wrote, and I knew that I wanted Colin to know about it some day.
To be continued…