I’m making the long drive back to the town where we used to spend a lot of time, doing visits at DFPS/CPS. Today, I’m hoping to get a new social security number for Sugar Biscuit, and a new card. I have a signed order from the judge, insisting on a new number. There are a lot of reasons we need to change the number, and not just update the card with a new name. I’m hoping we get an understanding worker who will be in agreement with a new number, as I understand this is something that can be hard to get. I’m bringing an iPad, a bag of cars, snacks, and a good attitude. Hopefully, that’s enough! (Oh, and I’m also bringing pretty much every Important Paper Relating to my Identification and my Husband’s.)

Afterwards, we are going to visit the NICU that was home to SB for the first 56 days of his life, and hopefully have lunch or coffee with his old caseworker, who I am still in contact with because she’s amazing. Then we may stop and see our lawyer buddy that fought like hell to keep our boy safe. There were so very many angels protecting my son when I was powerless to do anything more than love him and hold him close. Today I’m going to let those people know, again, how much they are appreciated for what they do.

I’m even going to be nice to the government worker if my patience is stretched to the limit. It’s just that kind of day…