In our story this particular 'Jobsworth' actually raised a very interesting debate at our expense, subsequently placing our entire adoption on hold and causing what one can only describe as a 'professional shit storm'.
Son or Sun, fight or flight?
When the Meerkat panics the owl flies away (this part of the brain shuts down) hence leaving us temporarily without adequate impulse control and rational judgement.
Hit me…..baby one more time?
In true Magnus Magnusson style I will continue to write my story to the very end, even if it is a flipping novel, (with tragic undertones) by the time I finish!
Oh boy, I wasn’t expecting that!
A matter of days later during our 'chemistry meeting' I got to cradle my baby for the first time, I got to inhale my babies' smell and as my baby slept soundly on my chest for a short while I secretly knew that I had finally found ‘the one’.
After the storm comes the rainbow.
I have a baby, I have a beautiful baby girl..... I’ve connected with her story, I’ve cooed over her pictures and videos and I’ve talked about her for months with friends, family and the kids. She has permeated my thoughts daily even if it’s just for a nano second. I find myself pausing multiple times [...]
Sharing the ‘Incredible’ news
Entering the room we took our seats and my mouth instantly became dry. Searching for water my hands shook slightly and as the water danced in the cup it reminded me of the Jurassic park park scene where the T Rex approaches.......... Sh*t am I going to get eaten alive?
Link maker, Link maker make me a match, find me a find,catch me a catch!
Welcome to Link Maker, swipe right if you're interested...... Oh ok so there isn’t any swiping involved but the concept is the same.
The process with the mostess – My way to Adoption.
Spring is approaching rapidly and we are now in the process of planting veggies in our family allotment. The building process (to allow for extra bedroom space) is thankfully in the final stages and the process with the mostess 'adoption numero cuatro' is now in full swing. I have to admit to being a teensy [...]
They tried to make him go to school but he said snow snow snow.
So to the children who told my son because he is adopted 'he wasn't wanted' you couldn't be further from the truth and I'm going to tell your parents and others why.
Maybe babies Christmas
Weaving our way through the hustle and bustle of the shop my littlest stops momentarily distracted by a plush Christmas baby toy. Taking it off the rack he waves it in the air and shouts “Mum, what about this for my sister?” His words initially catch me off guard and I have to take a [...]
