If Plan A doesn’t work, there are 25 other letters. After our first adoption opportunity didn’t work out, we jumped right back in...and I mean jumped in with two feet! One week later we were matched again. This time Mama A lived in Florida with her grandmother and aunt and her two other children. Her grandmother was not in good health and her Aunt was slowly becoming unhealthy. Now, remember our first expectant Mom was not really wanting much contact? Well, this was the complete opposite. Mama A would text me on the average 1,000 times a day. I’m not exaggerating. She was my full time job. And I have an actual job! I have never been so stressed in my life. It became a bit of an obsession. Like, her kids won a fish at a school fair and they named it Jami. You can’t make this stuff up! I spoke with our agency about this and their response was “well, she clearly needs someone to talk to.” Yes, I agree...and I am happy to talk to her, but this is not my job. I ...
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