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It’s a Girl!

Updated: Nov 26, 2020


Fostering to adopt. There are wonderful things about it and we’ve met some amazing, hard-working people along the way. But the joy of motherhood has always struggled against an undercurrent of fear, of what if.

I suspect that most people who seek employment in the world of child welfare initially do so out of a genuine desire to help children. But over time, apparently, some of those people drift farther and farther from that mission and end up letting the current transport them from one bureaucratic buoy to the next, with little regard for how long it takes or how much sense it makes. I’ve got to think they just got tired of swimming, and that’s how they cope.

How else would a child who’s been in our care since she was 10 days old remain in limbo until she’s 17 months, despite our immediate desire to adopt her and the complete absence of anyone contesting it? That’s how long it took “The System” to run through its own regulatory and administrative machinations without any outside influences. That was frustrating for us–two proactive (i.e., extraordinarily annoying) parents who read the DCFS employee handbook and cited it to social workers, who checked in regularly for updates, who elevated issues up the chain of command as needed, and who once warned a social worker that we would “rain fire on DCFS” if anyone tried to remove our child in an attempt to rectify an administrative error they had made a few months prior.

But today, we celebrate. Because as of today, no one is taking our sunshine away–ever. This preemie we cuddled in the NICU. This baby with a hearty laugh five times her size. This little girl who shouts “RAAAAAAH” when she sees a lion, always carries her blanket by the corner, and rests her head on my shoulder when I least expect it.

Please welcome our daughter, Darwin LeeAnn Myers, into the world at 28 pounds, 30 inches.


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