Asleep

Well, our first venture into fostering was trying, but not spirit crushing.
I picked T1 up at the daycare (really nice, btw) and the car seat and diaper bags, etc. She didn't know that I was I coming for her. In fact, this 4 yr. old only met me and knew I was taking her away in my car. Yikes! There were a lot of tears on the way home, to say the least.
When I told her that I had a husband, his name was Matthew, and he would be cooking dinner for us, her reply was "I am scared of him".
Once we pulled into the drive and he met us with a grin, she piped up from the backseat "I'm not scared of him!" Good, I thought.
She loved the room, the toys, and pretty soon Mommy J was there delivering T2. We had a good chat, (this woman is going through so much with 5 toddlers and 1 in the hospital, please pray for them all) and T1 showed Mommy J our place. She was happy, I was proud, and I was glad to let Mommy J know they could come over again.
T2 was in a horrible amount of pain. She was delivered to us straight from the Dr.'s office and had an ear infection with, well... pooping issues. She was a crying, congested mess.
I sent Matthew to the store, I had forgotten to buy another gallon of milk.. darn it. T2 settled down a little, but I got my first diaper changing experience quickly over with and realized there was not enough diaper ointment in the world to relieve that type of child-related-poop-rash pain, oh and no baby wipes were sent.. so Matthew had to go back to the store. T2 was also not to eat any food. That was rough. He picked up some Gatorade, she liked it.
T1 was fine, and good about playing with the toys, eating dinner, and generally wanting to talk about the next day and when she would see Mommy J again. Mommy J had already told me how both of them are frightened of abandonment... and here they were left in my house and did not know me from anything or anyone.
The night was filled with innumerable reassurances that tomorrow would bring them back to their normal routine, and Mommy J.
T2 finally found a small snow globe and the ever-so-interested kitties, and got past her constant wailing.
By bedtime, pajamas were on, a very quick wash-off, and they were playing confined to the bedroom. Matthew and I played for a long time with them in their room, and then we told them goodnight. T1 said she was scared (and I would have been too!) and T2 just wailed and wailed.
This was a little after 8:30. I read them a book, took T1 to the potty, and had them back in their beds.
No sleep. Just crying. I kept peeking in to make sure bed assignments were being obeyed, and at 10:00 I looked in and found T2 wedged in between the wall and T1's bed. "Sisser stuck" said T1. Matthew came in and rescued dear, lungs-which-have-no-end T2.
I brought her into our bedroom and did another massive diaper change,tried to rock, bounce, and dance her to sleep. It worked.. for a few minutes. Basically, in the end I laid her down on the big bed and just let her cry it out. She was asleep by 10:18. Hard asleep.
T1 was still sitting up in her bed looking around the room, so I banished Matthew to the "boy room" and set the girls in our bed, together. They are very sweet together.
T1 stayed up until 11:25! She said her leg hurt too much, and couldn't get comfy... yeah, I know what that's like.
I looked her over and no swelling, bruising, bites, allergic reaction, so I just sat with her until she fell asleep. She said it was the "broke bone" so maybe she has had her leg broken in the past.. who knows.
So, now I have T1 & T2 in the bed, Matthew in the 3rd bedroom, and I guess I will stay up all night.. haha.
What a day!