What’ll I Do?
I know it is the title of a song that is about love lost, but I keep saying that to myself…
Legal status: Baby’s parental rights are still not terminated and will not be for another two months or so.
Medical status: fussy and miserable in the days. Constipated and switching formula. Hernias are looking better. Home health nurse came until yesterday…more on that later. Early intervention appointment is at the end of the month to test for delays. Not really much to test at this time as he is only two months old.
The rest of the story: The agency is applying for a medical card for Eli, collecting the medical information and all obtainable records. This process must be completed before early intervention comes. They need: a social security number and a medical card…we have neither 🙂 Home health was coming. I had applied for the “special care” program for our medical insurance. Unbeknownst to me, they cover NO home health visits…so we have to pay for eight. The insurance was to be a conversion plan. I was billed for $1187.00 for the interim period. Meanwhile, they sent me a card and “forgot” to process Eli and he is STILL pending. So the bills are mounting.
As far as the lawyer goes, I paid the initial $600.00 for termination of parental rights, after which, I must pay another $600.00 until finalization; whereupon, we must pay the remainder of $700.00. A total of $1900.00. Since our home study is only good for one year in PA, and our adoption WILL NOT be finalized before August, we must pay for new clearances for everyone over sixteen, and pay for a home study update.
Thank you so much friends and family for supporting our journey with Eli. The first lawyer deposit was made with your donations!! Thank you so much for your prayers, your “good energy” and encouragement. The national founder of the “safe haven” law and movement, Caren Peet, shared this poem with me, it is her motivating focus: (btw, join her page, she needs 5000 members by the end of the month 🙂
An old man was walking down the beach just before dawn. In the distance he saw a young man picking up stranded starfish and throwing them back into the sea. As the old man approached the young man, he asked; “Why do you spend so much energy doing what seems to be a waste of time?” The young man explained that the stranded starfish would die if left in the morning sun. “But there must be thousands of beaches and millions of starfish, exclaimed the old man. “How can your efforts make any difference?” The young man looked down at the small starfish in his hand and as he threw it to safety in the sea, he said; “It makes a difference to this one!”