Someday

I've mentioned it before, but for the sake of this post, I'll say it again.

My doctor advised against giving Son biological siblings because they would likely have the same chromosomal defect as him.

It has always been a clear fact and truth that someday Dan and I will have foster kids. Now it's such an odd feeling that it's the only way to fill our house with more children.

Doctors have said that Son will have his trach tube until he's about 2-3 years old. He'll be big and strong enough by then to undergo surgery to widen his throat. Dan and I decided to start fostering once the trach is out.

A few people have joked with me about when I plan on getting my nursing degree because of how much we've had to learn since Son's birth.

Yesterday, Nurse L told me about a friend that was looking to adopt and described a local, 7-month old baby whose parents lost custodial rights before birth due to extreme drug use. The baby was immediately trached and is still living in the hospital because his case is extremely hard to place. He can literally only be placed with a trained nurse.

I'd never considered this aspect of fostering before.

Maybe someday we can be the ideal parents for a child that nobody else can handle since we've already been through it. Maybe someday we can be the ones that run in when everyone else is running out, and give a hopeless child the hope of a normal life and a place to call "home".

Maybe we will be able to change a few lives in a couple of years :) .