Yesterday I posted about our new little one, and today I received a call that the kiddo is being moved to be with a sibling. That is great that they will be together. But my heart breaks a little every time one leaves. I knew in this situation it would happen. I tried not to bond, which is hard. Not bonding makes those crying screaming fits at 3am harder to bear. When you are bonded with the kiddo, those moments feel so small compared to the love you have in your heart. When you are trying not to bond they become the annoying things you have to put up with until someone else decides to take them.
I still cried. Just another day in the fostering world.