How He Became Our Son, Part II

If you missed the first installment, you can find it here.

"Your sister's in jail and you need to come get him."

I was at work--in my new office. I took a deep breath and thought for a moment.

I have to tell the hubs. He's NOT going to believe this. How could she be so stupid?I just started this job two weeks ago. How do I explain that I need
to take a day off already? How much do I share with my boss? How do I
explain that I'm going to be a parent?

My new firm was small. They appeared to be a family, but who ever really knows in those circumstances. I decided that laying it out there was my best approach. I knew there were going to be tons of adjustments and they needed to understand what was going on.

But were they going to be okay with this? I mean seriously
I just started this job.

Thankfully, my boss was amazing. Turns out he had a brother who was a bit of a "challenge" himself and he completely understood my situation.

Honestly, what happened next is a blur to this day. I don't remember packing or going to the airport or even the plane ride home. I just remember getting off the plane and seeing him.

He was so little. He was so adorable. He had no idea what was going on.

The hubs and I had started dating the same year he was born, so he knew us both well. I was his god mother and we spent all the time we could with him whenever we were at my parents. We knew he'd be okay with us, but how were we going to explain that he was getting on a plane and coming to live with us--for how long we had no idea.

With my sister's MS, my nephew was accustomed to her being hospitalized from time to time. We decided that the best approach for now was to tell him that she was sick and couldn't take care of him so he was coming to stay with us for a while.

In reality, we had no idea what was going to happen. We didn't have a lot of details about her arrest, about the process of hearings, about sentencing. Honestly, we didn't have much experience with this, though enough that my parents had finally reached their breaking point and refused to post bail (and I was completely behind their decision). We just had no idea how long he'd be living with us. Three years? Five years? Her attorney thought it would be in that neighborhood.

The hubs had stayed behind to get things ready for our little guy's arrival. I didn't know what to tell him we'd need. My mom was getting his clothes and some favorite books and toys together. But what did we need at our house? I left it to my husband to figure it out.

When I came home Sunday evening I brought with me one huge bag and one little guy. What had the hubs gotten to get our house ready? A super-sized box of outlet covers.

Oh yeah, we were prepared.