Wish me luck! Today is the day where I go to court to see if a judge approves my petition to adopt an infant that is a month old. This infant had a bad start in life- his mom was a drug addict who died during the birth and no one knows who the father is. The baby was withdrawing from opioids.
I met this baby because I’m a nurse who picked up an extra shift on the nursery ward. I immediately went to work on that baby. I found him laying in his crib with diarhea caked to his skin. He was crying and I was afraid he would get an infection because his p**** had been circumsized a few days earlier. I gave him a nice bath, massaged some lotion on his back and stomach, and put him in some fresh clothes and booties. He sighed in contentment. The head nurse told me I should not waste my time on this baby because he is already a burden on resources, has no family, will grow up being passed around in foster care with no one to love him, and will grow up to be a burden on society as a criminal. She said she was glad, though, that I got him to shut up. I told her, he just needed some human, physical contact. She laughed and walked out.
I’m 29, a college graduate, own my own home in a good neighborhood, and have a great career. I’m going to show a judge today how I could offer that baby a great childhood, education, stability, vacations, summer camp, guidance. And produce a successful human being. I hope the judge can see that the baby would have a better life with me than being put into the foster care system. When I take him home from the hospital tonight, I will tell that nurse how wrong she was. I love this baby forever and now, we are a family.
