More delays...rant alert
Just when I thought things were running smoothly, it turns out that LRUN's move up north has been delayed. I know this may seem like a good thing but in essence, it's quite the opposite. The sooner he gets going, the sooner he can be seen as 'settled in his new circumstances' in the eyes of the Adoption Services. In our session with Miss Delia this week, she says she may have to delay panel by another month and then wait another 3 months while he settles in. I want to scream, in fact I want to throw my chocolate and hazelnut cookie at her. But I know it's not her, it's her boss..her royal highness... who is uncomfortable with our instability. So I mentally direct my cookie throwing at her boss. The problem is that HRH commutes and hates it and therefore thinks LRUN will not be happy either. Of course he won't be happy..I want to say...but she commutes because it's to keep her job...LRUN is going to commute to keep us becoming as a family and I can promise you, he wants that more than anything in the world. Anyhoo...we decide to leave that topic and keep going with the assessment . The rest of it is an easy session and Miss Delia even succumbs to a cookie. She
looks different...and it takes me a while to realise its because she has returned from her holiday in Africa with a
glowing tan. We talk about how our lives will change, what plans we have in place for the future and our childcare experience. We spend time answering questions about how much contact we are prepared to have with the birth parents. A year ago, I would have said none and back then I was horrified to hear that I would even have to meet with the birth parents. Now I realise how important this is and despite dealing with the guilt of taking someones child away who was unable to care for them, I think it's very special that I can say to my little ones one day that I had met their tummy mummy and tell them a little bit about her. Miss Delia has plans to meet up with our references in the next couple of weeks so even though our next session is not until next month...(seriously Mr Cameron? I thought they were speeding this process up!).. at least things were progressing behind the scenes. I had made the most delicious lemon, poppy seed and ricotta loaf (ok, actually I had made three...but I'm not that greedy....I rung the changes with one as orange and taken it to a friend with a newborn who was suffering from sleep deprivation! It sure went down a treat) I would have offered Delia the rest but felt it was too early for cake so I take it to work and share it with the girls instead. They listen to me rant...it feels good to rant.....we put the kettle on and tuck into the cake. Suddenly things don't seem so bad.
- mummy in the baking
- This blog is about me and my voyage to becoming a mummy. Ironically called “mummy in the baking” as together with my passion and obsession for all things cake related, I will never be able to have my own "bun in the oven." Years of fertility treatment have taken their toll and I now find myself on a new..eek, i hate this word...journey! The crazy train to adoption. I hope you will join me while I bake my way to becoming a mummy. I want this blog to be a source of information as well as a comforter. I hope it will inspire and help anyone who is considering adoption or who has in fact already bought their ticket for this..here I go again...journey. Cake makes me happy and I hope you will enjoy sharing my love of it. I want it to help lift your spirits and hearts through what can only be described as 'the trials and tribulations of the adoption process.' Along with my desire to be a family, I love my dogs, have an unhealthy love of sausages and chenin blanc, adore my land rover uber-nerd of a husband and continiously dream of balmy summer evenings. Baking in progress…..