Jan

January. Only half way in and a lot to say. Aiden was supposed to be discharged today, but they kept him another night because of his tummy. More concerning is his biological mother, who seems to have vanished since we last saw her on Saturday. Ah man, just so much to wrote and try explain. Nevermind to others, to myself. There is just so much that feels, not complete. Bits of the story thats missing. Or so it seems. A little piece of news or information, but pit together it makes no sense. The whole story, doesnt make sense then. Worst part, all i can do is wait. There is no ranting, there is no venting. The medical aid, the hospital, the social worker, the mom..... All just obstacles between going home with our son. We've been here since Friday, and every day has been an emotional Rollercoaster. Theres still so much we dont know. And my patience is wearing thin. Im not sure how the rest of well, everyone is perceiving this,  but it feels almost like its a game to them. I need to stay calm, think straight, but its so hard when ure technically not in the 'drivers seat'.

Im trying not to look further than one day at a time here. More than that and there is just so much uncertainty  it is actually frightening. All i can do is write,  and pray.