#adoptionrollercoasterrides

[fitdaddydays]

Adoption Gut Punch

“Hey Guys... I have something to share with you. I did cocaine last night!” Five half months pregnant... we rode the roller coaster of trying to help the day before and this is the call received. I watched the smile wash away from my husband’s face. I felt... nothing! NUMBNESS!!! A conversation with the social worker provides insights that these are classic signs of an addict and it needs to be assumed she has been an active user throughout the pregnancy. My heart just crumbled. Poor baby... she/he deserves a better beginning!

Today more than anything I know I am going to need a healthy outlet to move pass this numbness. In the past, ironically, my comfort would be found in the bottom of a bottle, but today it just seems so much more appropriate to just go out and run! 🏃🏽‍♂️

[fitdaddydays]

Adoption Roller Coaster is Real

The messages started rolling in just after lunch. “Help Me! I’m being evicted, I haven’t ate all day. Please do something!” I sat there staring at my phone... wanting to help but knowing my ability to help is/was limited by law. I sent numerous emails and made several phone calls throughout the afternoon into the evening trying to find help, but I learned a valuable lesson. You can only help those who truly want to help themselves. Miraculously monies where found, evictions were avoided and happy texts were received and even an apologetic phone call danced upon my phone. And yet the adoption roller coaster was real. Thousand miles away... I found myself on a treadmill trying to run from the coaster ride! And than there’s today... radio silence!