OK So I Lied

After Bubba left I didn't want anymore kids. But stupid me I always answered the phone. A 15 month old, severe fetal alcohol syndrome. Sure, no problem I'll be home bring her over. I was surprised to see the tiniest little girl. She was sleeping, but her hair was not. It was crawling with lice. It took smothering them with Vaseline for 2 days to kill them. She stayed with us about 15 months, then she went to an adoptive home with her brother. It was a little easier with her, she was a feeces eater and  I would not miss that. Then a few more emergency placements the rest of the year. In January of 2001 I got another call. Brand new baby girl, this was a for sure termination and we could adopt. I was right there. For 2 months she was my baby. Then on March 4th I got the call. They were moving her to a home with a sibling. I was heart broken. But this time I was done. I told them they could take my license, don't call me anymore. They could kiss me right smack were the sun didn't shine. So they took my baby. Two hour later they called. We have a 4 month old baby boy. Nope don't want him. I was still crying over my girl. Steve told me go get him, she is not coming back.
So down to DHS I went and there waiting for me was the biggest 4 month old I had ever seen. He looked like a toddler and scrunched up in a sleeper way to small for all his length. He was beautiful and had the biggest smile. Shit I was in love again. So I took him home, his name was Christian, but we dubbed him "Big Boy". I had to buy him 12 month clothes. He never cried, he slept 12 hours a night, he smiled all the time. He was the perfect baby. He fit right in, like he was meant to be here.
Just a little over 3 months later on June 16th, I got another call. Could I go down to the court house asap to pick up an 18 day old. When it rains it pours. OK be right there. Steve was still at work and there was no time to call him. So I grabbed Shannon to go with me and told the kids when Dad gets home tell him I went shopping. When we got to the court house he was being passed around by the referees. Dressed only in a onsie and smelling terrible, they handed me this tiny little baby. He was shivering from the air conditioning. They told me to get my car and drive it as close to the steps as I could. The mom was a wack job and she was going to try and follow me. So I did, then they handed me a bag of  baby stuff, a paper with some info on him and the baby. We had to run to the car, Shannon hopped in the back seat to put him in the car seat and they told us to go, go, go. I felt like a kidnapper. If I hadn't been so nervous it might have been fun.