While attending the festival of many meetings tonight at church, I was able to catch up with Jane and Brian to see how their court date went. In a word, bad.
"They sent the kids back."
I cried and cried. All I could do was to hug her tight and keep telling her how sorry I was. S- and R- were every bit their kids. S- came to them very young, but R- came to them brand crinkly new. He was 2 months premature, if memory serves. (S- was the recipient of many of K-'s hand-me-downs. It always put a smile on my face to see S-dressed up in K-'s clothes.)
Apparently, this decision was all against the advice of anyone having anything to do with the kids as far as advocating for them is concerned. The judge chose to ignore the advice and give the kids back to their biological mother.
The children were returned to the mother right after court.
I cried through the two church meetings. I cried when I got home and told Hubs about what happened. I cried my way through the grocery.
Brian and Jane wanted to adopt these two children. Now they are left with an emptiness in their home.
Working through the county system as a foster-to-adopt parent can be rather trying. Hubs and I knew full well that we were being given a child because of someone else's failings. K- was the 7th child to be removed from her biological mother's custody, so the county had everything streamlined by the time they got to us.
Though we had a side swipe that rattled us, it was a blip on the radar that hardly affected the time frame for adoption anyhow.
Unfortunately, that is not the same for Brian and Jane. Please keep them in your prayers as they now adjust to their little people not being there and underfoot.
My heart just absolutely breaks for them.
Smiles suspended for the evening. Prayer requested instead.