3rd (very funny) post from our adopters telling their story for National Adoption Week

This is a wonderful story told to me by Ros, I asked her to put it down in writing and it hasn’t lost any of it’s humour, charm or wonderfulness!

*Names and some details have been changed to protect the identities of the people in this story, all other details are factually correct at the time of writing. 

Don’t forget to pack a sense of humour!

Day 8 of the introductions and we were prepared for our first outing with our boys, a day out from the Foster mum’s house, taking the boys back for bed time. How hard could this be, right?  We were so excited!  Introductions had been going so well we set off with an air of confidence, we were prepared, we were new parents, we’d planned the day like a military operation!  This would be a success!

So……….we bundled our boys, (siblings aged 2 and 3), into our brand new car seats and set off with huge smiles on our faces. Our new family in the car for the first time.  My husband and I grinned at each other constantly, even through the 12th rendition of Old Macdonald on the CD player.  Look how prepared we were, the kids loved our choice of in-car entertainment!

Our journey to the nearest city, for a day out, was around 45 minutes and as we navigated our way into the multi-storey carpark, our eldest son very quietly asked for a cuddle, (he was just 3 years old). At this moment it felt like we’d cracked it!  We were bonding!  But this feeling didn’t last long.  As I reached my hand back to comfort him in his seat, stroke his leg and tell him we’d be out of the car in a second, I realised he was being sick!  Not a dribble that could be wiped up easily but projectile vomiting that was bouncing off every surface it hit!

Now, I don’t know if it is the fact that I haven’t dealt with baby sick or the fact that I’m particularly weak stomached, but the sound and smell of sick and I’m right there with them throwing up myself! So I’m retching as I’m comforting eldest through his sickness, desperately snapping at husband to park the car and trying to stick my head out of the passenger window all at the same time!

As soon as we parked – I managed to hold my breath, pick eldest out of the car and stand rubbing his back and comforting him until he had finished being sick, while hubby tried to clean the car! Two packs of baby wipes later, (see, I told you we were prepared) and he had stripped the car seat and wiped down all surfaces as best as he could! Our eldest now proudly announcing that he feels a lot better!  That morning, as we’d smugly packed our nappy bag for the day’s adventure, we had not seen the need for spare clothes!  (We really were clueless!  Even now, 3 years on, we always pack spare clothes)!

So……….we’re in a city we don’t know, we have our eldest child stripped and wrapped snugly in hubby’s fleece, (now also covered in sick) and we are on a speedy mission to get new clothes! So, I’m carrying our eldest and hubby is carrying our youngest and we’re rushing down the stairs of the carpark to the street below.  Halfway down the stairs hubby starts laughing uncontrollably, he has to stop, he can’t see for tears and I keep asking him what the matter is.  Eventually he just looks at me lifts up his arm, whereby I see nappy explosion dripping from his shirt!

There we are, two children and two adults all completely covered in poo and sick heading in to the shopping centre! This has to be parenting at its best!  The very first clothes shop we stumble upon had everything we needed, (thankfully at a reasonable price) and as soon as we ran into the shop the assistant must have realised the gravity of the situation and she ushered us, as a family, into the changing rooms and closed it off to others.  (Not that anyone else would have wanted to join us due to the smell)!  We ran around the shop grabbing articles of clothing, (and a bigger bag), frantically guessing at clothes that would fit our boys!

20 mins later we had smelly clothes tied up in nappy bags, (in our new bag), new clothes to wear and several more outfits as spares. Our eldest, by now feeling much better, was running around hiding in the clothes rails and announcing he’s hungry!

Only 8 days after we met the boys for the first time, we weren’t fully aware of foods they liked! But we did know they loved chicken nuggets!  So McDonalds, here we come! Google maps helped us and just half an hour later we were in the restaurant as a family enjoying our idyllic day out!

The day is not done yet, check back tomorrow for further adventures from our brand new (slightly smelly) family.