Friday, August 26, 2011

"Foster Friday" - You're Stressing Me Out! Maintaining Our Sanity in a CRAZY World...

We all know that Foster/Adopt Land can be extremely stressful.  It causes a roller coaster of emotions, puts huge demands on our time, thrusts us into a world of rules, regulations, and restrictions, and yet expects us to provide "normal" homes for our kids.  We spend months, even years, waiting.  Waiting for a placement...  Waiting for a match...  Waiting for caseworkers...  Waiting for judges to make decisions...  And then in the blink of an eye, decisions are made and we are expected to immediately adapt.  Our children often suffer hurts that we cannot begin to understand, so we research, we listen, we counsel, and we love them to the fullest.  We try to take their hurt on ourselves in an effort lessen their pain.  We worry for those of them who have been returned to questionable situations every day.  I have never heard the phrase, "Foster care/adoption is a breeze!"

So how do our panel members and their families maintain their sanity (or at least attempt to) in this crazy world of Foster/Adopt Land?  See what they have to say...


Diane - How do I stay sane as a foster parent?  It is difficult at times, especially because I can be a control freak.  When you are a foster parent, you are most definitely NOT in control.  Therefore, the stress level can rise quickly if not kept in check.

Here are some techniques I have adopted to attempt to maintain my sanity in this crazy world of foster care:
  • Pray, A LOT!  Turn things over to Him, because He is ultimately in control and loves this child even more than I do.
  • Take time for me.  I try to have one activity that I do at least once a week just for me.  For years it was church choir, but that no longer works with our hectic schedules.  I guess now it is blogging.
  • Pick my battles, both with the kids and with the system.  I won’t win most of the time, so I spend my effort on the ones that really matter.
  • Ask for help.  I can’t do everything on my own.  Friends and acquaintances, especially from church, often offer to help “if you ever need anything”.  Several years into foster care, I had to make that phone call when a child was admitted to the hospital.  Multiple friends helped at a moment’s notice.  Since then I have learned that many people really do mean what they say.  Ask, but in moderation.
  • Stay organized.  Sometimes easier said than done, but being organized really cuts down on the stress.  Set and track appointments ahead of time.  This includes doctor’s appointments, case manager visits, therapy, even home repairs.  Last minute calls have to work around previously scheduled appointments.
  • Be involved.  Stay in frequent contact with all of the people on the case.  This sometimes helps prevent big surprises.  It also seems to help emotionally prepare for separation when it occurs.
  • Give myself permission to cry.  The stress and craziness will ultimately get to me at times.  I now recognize this and occasionally let myself go.
  • Schedule a future vacation.  I used to cringe trying to plan ahead, because I never knew if today’s child would be here when the event arrived.  Now I just plan ahead, 6-12 months out, and try not to worry about who is going until the time is closer.  Having that trip to focus on is a good distraction when things get rough.

I still struggle frequently, because so many times, the system just doesn’t make sense (and yes, I’m still a control freak).  Ultimately, I focus on the child in my care and remember why I am a foster parent.  My goal is to make that child’s life happier and less stressful; ensuring his/her safety and security is well worth the frustration and stress on my part.



Kylee - Foster care is full of many stresses, most of which I have only observed from the sidelines. I think I would be dishonoring all of the wonderful foster mamas out there in a big way if I pretended to know all of the stresses that are involved in this ministry. While I do know many of the trials, and have lived through some of them, I have never been the one directly dealing with bio families, scheduling appointments, sitting through meetings with caseworkers, writing progress notes, and filling out endless amount of paper work. I do not want to pretend that I know all that it entails when I have never been directly in that position or had that experience. 

I will say that I believe there is a different set of stresses that come along with being a foster sister. Obviously, those things are small in comparison to what you ladies go through, but they are still there, and since that is all I have experienced, I will go ahead and take this opportunity to share a little piece of my heart. 

Growing up, I was attached to each one of our foster children and formed a special bond with them. We always fostered under-five, and usually they were infants or young toddlers, so the "competition" aspect of fostering was really never an issue with me. Instead, I found myself bonding with them in a sisterly way as I helped care for them, changing diapers and feeding bottles. After "our" first child left, I quickly began getting nervous each time a child moved in with us. I loved our first little girl so much, and, even as an eight-year-old, cried buckets of tears when she left. In the early years, without the maturity to channel and control my emotions,  I developed, what I suppose could be called a "fear of bonding to a child".

As I spent time loving these kids, on the forefront of my mind was often the thought process of "What am I gonna do when I have to say goodbye?Sometimes, I spent much unnecessary time thinking about and stressing over what I would do when that moment arrived. I think without even realizing it, I was trying to find the perfect balance of loving a child enough, but not too much. It is an easy trap to fall into as a foster family, and I was no exception. 

Thankfully, as I got older, the Lord taught me a little bit more about loving because He has commanded us to, not because it makes me feel good or is easy to do. It is obviously something I am still learning and will probably be working on for a lifetime. 

So, just something to keep in mind- As you foster moms (whom I respect so much!) are dealing with the many logistical areas of foster care, there is a chance that your care-free bio child is focusing on only one thing- loving their new foster sibling just as they would a bio sibling or family member. Keep in mind that even if there is a child that you might not be particularly attached to, there is a chance your bio child has developed a strong friendship with that child and is trying to deal with what to do when the "goodbye" comes. 

And to some of us foster siblings, that's a stress of our own. 

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aka. Mimi - I don't handle stress well.  I tend to internalize and do the "fester, fester, fester" thing until I blow up or have a complete and total meltdown.  So when I made the decision to enter Foster/Adopt Land, I had to try to find ways to cope and to deal with the ever-present stress.  Some worked...  Some, not so much...  But I think after three years of trial and error, I'm beginning to get a handle on what I need to do in order to maintain a small shred of sanity.  :-)

 1)  Happy Pills - Yes, I take happy pills.  My doctor put me on them years ago when I was going through hormone therapy for endometriosis, and I asked to stay on them.  No, they don't take all of the stress away, but they do make it a little easier to cope.  I no longer feel a burning desire to strangle people who look at me funny.  Nor do I find myself bawling during cotton commercials ("The touch, the feel of cotton...").  Come on!  Don't judge!  Only people with no feelings don't get a little misty-eyed at cotton commercials! 


2) Stress Balls - Okay, so stress balls (at least for me) ended up being one of those "not quite as helpful" remedies.  I think it had something to do with the fact that I didn't have a stress ball.  I had a stress cow.  Said cow met with an untimely demise as I had a tendency to twist the little guy's head around and around rather than squeeze him.  (You see where this is going, right?)  Yep.  Stress cow was decapitated.  :-(  No more stress balls for Mimi, although I hear they are helpful for some people.

3)  My Super-Cool, Mega-Sized Day Planner - This thing is my lifeline.  Keeping organized seems to be one of my main forms of stress-relief.  I can't control much in Foster/Adopt Land, but staying organized and keeping on top of appointments, contact information, paperwork, etc. is one thing that I can control.  I can't imagine not having a system for managing all of the required appointments and monthly paperwork.  Just the thought of having piles of papers, business cards, information jotted down on napkins, etc. gives me the heebie-jeebies.  For a control freak like me, the day planner makes me feel a little more "in control."

4)  Blogging - It helps.  A lot.  Being able to vent my frustrations on the World Wide Web somehow makes me feel empowered.  Sure, it's fairly anonymous, and unless you know me personally and know about my blog, no one would be able to guess who I'm actually talking about when I complain about the "Invisible CPS Caseworker,"  "New Girl," Skinny Bitch," or "Olga."  (I love making up little pseudonyms for people.)  For me, blogging is therapeutic.  It helps to get it out.  It helps to know that other people have been or are going through similar situations.  Reading other people's stories helps too.  And my online foster/adopt support system has been one of the biggest stress-relievers that I have found so far.

5)  Respite Care - My agency offers respite care reimbursement for one weekend a month so that foster parents can get some much-needed, well...  Respite.  :-)  I have to admit that in the time that I have been fostering, I've only used overnight respite twice.  I have a hard time wrapping my head around sending my babies to yet another home when they are so comfortable with me.  But I do know that the two times that I've utilized respite care (once when my mom took Little Miss for a couple of days because I had the worst stomach virus in the history of stomach viruses, and again when the Angel Couple took Itty Bitty because I was in way over my head with two infants by myself) ended in me being completely rejuvinated and feeling as though 10,000 tons of stress had been lifted off my shoulders.  I do think I'd be more inclined to utilize respite care if I could convince a few more of my close family and friends to go through the training.  I don't want my kids to be scared in a new home with strangers, but one night every few months where I don't have to sleep with one ear open listening for a crying baby would be lovely.


6)  "Me" Time - Being a single parent is hard.  Add being a single foster parent to the mix and the stress levels can go through the roof!  If you're not careful, every hour of your day will be completely consumed by your children or foster care.  I've tried really hard to make it a priority to have just a little bit of "me" time every day.  I've mentioned before how I changed my work schedule to accommodate my cat.  But the change in schedule was also so I have about and hour or so of "me" time every day before I pick the baby up from daycare.  I have to admit, I felt guilty about leaving Monkey in daycare while I was off at first.  But I quickly realized that I'm no good to him if I'm completely stressed out and miserable, so I take that hour or so every day to relax, take a nap, watch a TV show uninterrupted, blog, shop, or whatever I feel like doing in that one kid-free, foster care-free hour of my day.  Believe me, it has made a world of difference!


But in all seriousness, I think the Number One thing that has helped me get through all of the stress and craziness that Foster/Adopt Land can bring has been in learning to "Let Go, and Let God."  It's an on-going process that I'm sure I will struggle with for the rest of my life, but I can honestly say that in the situations where I have given up fighting for control and trusted that God would take over, the stress has immediately washed away.  I may not always get the outcome that I wanted, but in the end, it's not my plan that matters.  And in those times where His plan diverges from mine, I know that He will hold me and help me through so I can be there for the next child who needs me.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Overdue


Dear Random CPS Employee Who I Have Never Heard of Before,

While I appreciate your many "kindly reminder" letters telling me that Monkey's 6-month well baby check is "overdue," I would like to take this moment to point out that Monkey is not yet 6 months old.  There is no need to send out the cavalry or to have me taken out back and flogged as I have not yet been remiss in my foster mommy duties.  With record keeping like this, it is no great surprise that children get "lost" in the foster care system.

Your due diligence is impressive however!  So much so that I would love to meet you in person, hunt down and introduce you to the Invisible CPS Caseworker, and pray that you become life-long friends so your persistence might wear off on her.  The woman still hasn't called me back.  Perhaps you could send her a "friendly reminder?"

Sincerely,
Exasperated Foster Mama
(aka. "Mimi")

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Two Teeth & Very Little Doubt...


Yep...  Monkey got his SECOND tooth the week after Tooth #1 came in.
I thought this pic was perfect,
and left very little doubt that this is one super happy baby. 

Wish I could show his whole face because he is positively edible!
:-)

Funny story...
Went to the grocery store earlier, and had a very sweet woman comment on how very much my son looks like me.  I totally played along and thanked her profusely, all the while thinking...  "Really?  He's Hispanic and I'm somewhat Irish!  Other than the double chins and brown eyes, I didn't think we looked that much alike."  ;-)

Still no word from the Invisible CPS Caseworker as to how his case is progressing, but I'm going to love him to pieces in the meantime. 
How could I not?  LOOK AT THAT CHIN!!!
Positively edible, I say...
(Definitely think the double chin looks better on the baby than it does on me. ;-)

Friday, August 19, 2011

Self Defense and Militants and Scabies, Oh My!!!

Last Saturday was my annual "Emergency Behavior Intervention" training class.  You know the one...  Where we get to learn all about how to "remain calm" (a phrase which I believe at final count was used 34,273 times throughout the day) as our kids go crazy and pose an "imminent physical danger to themselves or others." 

(While probably very effective, this is NOT an approved method of escape when it comes to your child in CPS care. ;-)





This is my 4th year to take this required class that has absolutely NOTHING to do with me or my foster children seeing as how I only foster infants and toddlers.  While I will admit that Monkey is a "big boy," he is also 5 months old.  I think I can pretty much handle anything he's willing to throw my way.  ;-)  It is a required class, nonetheless, so I dutifully sat my happy butt down and was a model student all day long.

Well, that statement might not be entirely accurate. 
I met this awesome couple in my PRIDE classes when I first started fostering three years ago (They are actually the couple who had my Immobile Munchkin and her big sister when Munchkin left my house.).  Over the years, any time this mom and I get together we tend to be trouble.  Not the "class clown, acting out" kind of trouble (well, except for that one year when we decided to dance when we were practicing our therapeutic holds ;-), but the "extremely vocal about our experiences in dealing with CPS workers over the years" kind of trouble.  Most instructors don't like us much by the end of the class.  Our trainer that day started calling us "The Militants."  I, personally, think she was exaggerating.  I didn't think we were that bad!

You see, the longer you foster and the more experience you gain, the more you want to share your experiences with people who are just starting out.  I know that I wish some of the more experienced couples had spoken up and told stories during my initial training.  It has taken me three years of learning the hard way to know what I know now.  The horror stories or "straight talk" would never have scared me away from fostering, but it would have been nice to go into foster with my "eyes wide open" so to speak.  So we tend to relay our experiences when they pertain to whatever happens to come up during training...  I think that I was a little kinder than usual because at that point, I had only just begun my "CPS Week from the Underworld."  My dear friend, on the other hand, has be dealing with some rather interesting things lately.

My personal favorite was after I had relayed my story about Monkey's surprise 4-hour visitation, and she replied with, "Oh, girl...  That's nothing!"  She then proceeded to tell me a story about recently receiving a phone call from the caseworker after her kids' visit with their bio mom saying something along the lines of, "Um...  We're going to need you and the kids to go get tested for scabies."  Yep.  You read that correctly.  SCABIES!!!  They are all negative, by the way, but I can pretty much guarantee that was probably the most mortifying doctor visit she has ever had. ;-)

"Self Defense and Militants and Scabies, Oh My!!!"
... And so are the days of our lives in Foster/Adopt Land ...

Thursday, August 18, 2011

"You Wouldn't Like Me When I'm Angry"

This past week in Foster/Adopt Land has truly tested my patience.  The Invisible CPS Caseworker has gone and driven me crazy to the point of nearly giving her her very own "label" on the blog.  No longer simply "frustrated," I am in full-blown "Mama Bear Mode," and she needs to beware the wrath of Bipolar Girl.
"Don't make me angry.  You wouldn't like me when I'm angry."

It started last Wednesday when I went to pick Monkey up from daycare.  He has weekly visits with his parents every Wednesday morning from 8:30-9:30.  When I saw his daily log, I thought the note telling what time he was away had to be a mistake.  8:55-12:30?!?  No one told me he was going to be away for nearly four hours!  Thankfully I had a bottle and formula in his diaper bag, but no baby food!  Had I known he was going to have that long of a visit, I would have put everything that he needed in his bag along with a note detailing his eating schedule.  They know nothing about his regular schedule.  As is was, he arrived back at the daycare over an hour after his usual "lunch" time, fussy, and apparently drenched in sweat!  He barely ate the rest of the day, and he was super fussy.  It took a half an hour to get him to fall asleep that night (as opposed to his usual 5 minutes). 

Ordinarily, something like this would irritate me to the point of sending a nice little email asking if she could please let me know ahead of time if there are any changes to Monkey's visitation schedule.  This time, however, I was seething!  You see...  This isn't the first time something like this has happened.  I had already sent the nice email the week that they didn't show up on his regular visitation day and came and took him three days later without informing me of the change.  Clearly, she ignored my request.  So when it happened again last week, I was not a happy camper.

After I finally got Monkey to sleep, I called the Invisible CPS Caseworker.  She did not answer.  This in itself made me mad because she has on more than one occassion told me stories about looking at her caller ID and thinking, "I just don't want to deal with them right now," and letting it go to voicemail.  Probably not the best story to tell someone when you plan on letting their calls go to voicemail...  So I sat my infuriated butt down at the computer and gave her a piece of my mind.

Hi Invisible CPS Caseworker,

What's the matter with you???  Did you not comprehend my simple request the last time you thought it would be a good idea to take the 5-month-old on a visit without his bottle, diapers, food, or schedule?  All I asked was that you send me a simple email or text message ahead of time to let me know if his visits are changing at all so I can make sure his needs are met while he's away.  I didn't think it was that confusing!  You rode the short bus when you were little, didn't you?  That's the only explanation that I can think of that might help me understand your complete lack of comprehension of my simple request.  Let me use small words and type slowly this time so you get it.  C A L L  M E  I F  H I S  V I S I T S  C H A N G E.

Sincerely,
Ticked Off Bipolar Mama Bear

After reading what I had written, I thought perhaps I needed to cool down a little before making contact with the Invisible One.  Probably not the best and brightest idea to tell your child's caseworker that she's missing half a brain, even if indirectly.  So rather than hitting "Send," I emailed Nice Lady and vented away instead.  I freaking love Nice Lady!  She is always on my side because she's totally in love with Monkey too.  She offered to contact the Invisible CPS Caseworker and voice our concerns, only in a nice, politically-correct kind of way.  ;-)

(Stay tuned for Part Two...  Because Part One is getting rather long, and I have oh-so-much-more to say...  Soooo much more...  That woman is something else, and I plan to tell all!  :-)

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