With all the posts and comments flying around about RAD and attachment, I wanted to share part of my story.

My foster, now adopted, daughter K came to live with us at thirty days old. She already had been through two care givers - her birth mom and also her great-great grandmother. She had some slight medical problems and wouldn't sleep. She cried all the time, and was ‘colicy'.

When we got the foster placement call, we were told we would only have her for three days while birth family was organizing themselves to take the child. After the third day, when it became obvious the family wasn't coming soon, I made a concerted effort to start bonding.

Now, my friends warned... more

I'm sick. It's almost noon and I'm still lying on the couch in my robe. My daughter is still in PJ's and last night's dishes are in the sink.

My head hurts, my stomach doesn't want food, and its cold and snowy outside. I did manage to start a fire, so at least its warm and cozy inside.

It's a perfect day to call in sick - except you can't call in sick when you are Mommy to a two-year-old.

My daughter is concerned, asking every five minutes or so, "Mommy feeling better now?"

She brings me toys, her Teddy Bear, a book. "Mommy feeling better now?" She looks worried. I try to smile. "No honey, not yet."

Today is a day when I unashamedly... more