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Timothy - 106. Chapter 106
Sitting in the cafeteria, “Alex, what’s going to happen with the young girl?”
“The hospital will inform her parents that she had given birth to twins, but in giving birth, she has died.”
“Considering that she was tossed out of her home, what are the chances her father will provide burial services for her.”
“Do you think he will want the babies?”
“No, Stephen, she signed the paper that Tim wrote stating you two are the babies’ guardians. Considering her father disowned her, I don’t see an issue with the babies.”
“Alex, if her father decides he won’t provide a proper burial service, we will see that she has one.” I saw Donnie with that smile, and I knew that Stephen and I would see that she had a burial service.
I don’t know how many cups of coffee I drank before a nurse came and said we could see the babies. Stephen got up so fast he spilled his coffee. Alex led us to the nursery, and there we saw the babies. I was mesmerized by them, and I couldn’t believe these tiny babies were ours. Except for Eva Marie, I had never seen a baby, and these babies were tiny compared to Eva Marie when we saw her for the first time.
Stephen had his arm around my shoulders. I don’t know how long we stayed there looking at these babies. I felt someone grab my arm, and I jumped. “I’m sorry for scaring you.”
“That’s okay, Alex. I couldn’t take my eyes off those babies. I can’t wait to take them home. Then it hit me, “Stephen, we need to convert Randy’s room into a nursery. Alex, we will need someone to help take care of the babies when we are at work.” I realize that we aren’t prepared for these babies.
“Tim, they will stay here until they are ready to go home. That will give you time to set up a room for them and interview someone to help take care of them.”
I looked at Stephen, and he was miles away. “Alex, what is next?”
“There are some papers you need to fill out. When you are finished looking, come to my office, and I’ll have the papers for you to sign.”
We stood there looking at those babies. I’d look up at Stephen, and he had that look he had when Eva Marie visited for her baptism. I laughed, he looked at me. “You’re going to spoil those babies.”
He laughed, “You’re supposed to spoil them. If we don’t, I know a couple of grandparents who will.
“Don’t forget Uncle Randy.” When Stephen smiles, his whole face lights up. I love that man.
It was a month before we could take the babies home. They had gained a few pounds, and Alex said they were healthy and he couldn’t see any problems in the future. “They will do fine. Just make sure you give them a lot of love.”
I had petitioned the courts for adoption. We had the mother’s consent approving us as guardians, and the next step would be adoption. I expected some comments from the girl’s father, but there weren’t any. The adoption was approved, and now when we looked at the babies, we looked upon them as our children rather than our wards. Did it make a difference? Not really, but as I explained to Stephen if the girl’s father wanted to cause trouble, he could challenge the guardianship.
I was concerned about whether the girl’s father discovered our financial status. He would come at us to ask for some incentive to give up the children, money.
When we told our parents that we had adopted two children who were twins, the questions started to fly. ‘When can we see them? What is their gender? Do you have someone to take care of them when you are at work? Do you have a room equipped for babies, you’ll need,….’
As fast as we answered their questions, they came back with more.
We discussed having a nanny for the children, and we had to work and even if we wanted to spend all of our time with the babies. When we told them that we would hire a nanny for the children, the mountain blew its stack.
No way there would be a nanny. Stephen’s mom and my mom made a schedule of who would take care of the children. Stephen’s mom would take care of the children one week, and my mom would take care of them the following week. They would alternate like this. It was Uncle Randy that came up with the answer. Aunt Clara would take care of the children, and Randy would stay at the farm, making occasional visits.
We did allow the grandmothers to furnish the room we once called Randy’s room.
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