On Thursday, Amy's mom took a nasty fall on some ice at her apartment resulting in a fractured fibula. The x-ray isn't Mom's, but it's pretty close.
For the next week, Mom can't use her right leg so she's camping out at our place unless her nicotine cravings get the best of her, and we have to find an alternate arrangement. Her going home alone is nearly impossible since she has to use a walker to get to and from, which makes carrying even simple things like glasses of water impossible.
This blog isn't dedicated to mom and her broken leg though. Instead, it's a quick commentary on us dawning on how life's relative simplicity is ending as we become parents. I believe our struggle is probably more common of adoptive parents, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
We were supposed to go to California Friday the 15th for Amy cousin's wedding. Amy's Mom, Aunts, and Uncles were all going to head down. Now, however, Friday will be dedicated to Mom's appointment at Tria, where they will decide if she needs surgery. (Side note about Tria - they have the coolest autographed posters of athletes they've helped over the years including Michael Jordan. I know that alone shouldn't impress us, but it impressed Amy.)
The trip is cancelled but Mike and Amy are now trying to figure out what to do with the two airline tickets. Options are take a loss or schedule another trip within the year. No big deal, right? Maybe spring break with the Twins? Not so fast. We might be parents of two by then. Of course, we might not. Our lives are very much on hold and exteremly complicated until we know who we're adopting and when.
Not that we're complaining. It's just an interesteting realization and one way in which life is already changing.
Tomorrow we have the follow-up appointment with our social worker.
-Amy
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