Worst Spot for a Hang Up

So Monday we were supposed to find out if the birth father registered with the state's putative father registry.  And we are STILL waiting to find out.  Our lawyer's contact appears to be out of the office, so we may be waiting for the information via snail mail.  That means we might not know anything until the end of the week.  Talk about torture!!!!  If we were just waiting for our court date, I could handle that.  At least the end would be in sight and we would know we were moving forward without any issues.  Anytime my phone rings I jump for it hoping it's the lawyer, but no call yet. :(

We did go down yesterday as planned and sign the paperwork, so that he can submit them for a court date once he hears.  He also told us he submitted a petition last Friday and that couple is going to court on Thursday...so we might have about a week wait for the court date. 

We did visit Sam yesterday too.  It is getting harder and harder to leave every time.  He is growing so much and I feel like we are missing way too much.  He is consistently eating 4 oz bottles, has moved up to size 1 diapers, is busting out of his newborn clothes, and lost his umbilical cord.  My heart aches for him.  I miss him the moment we leave and I dread the wait until the next visit.  The interim care mom is still awesome!  We thanked her again for her hospitality on our way out last night and she said, "you guys are a joy to have around.  I have never heard a couple have so much fun with their baby before."  That makes me kind of sad for all those other babies.

Still keeping in good contact with the birth mother.  We text back and forth about every other day now.  She is extremely anxious for this all to be over too. 

Noah is healing up well.  The collar of shame didn't last more than about 10 minutes, so we were forced to use the muzzle.  But he's pretty good about leaving his stitches alone, so he only has to wear it when we aren't home.  His stitches come out on Friday, so he can say good-bye to the muzzle then. 

That's it.  Please keep all of us (Gus, Sam, the birth mother, and I) in your prayers.  Waiting for this hurdle to be jumped is awful.  We are all holding our breath, waiting for that giant sigh of relief.