Uh oh...

While getting ready this morning, Casey and I finally decided on Jenna Rose. I said to Casey that I think she was a Jenna to which he replied, "I was ten seconds away from saying the same thing." Not two minutes later I got a text from Wendy Dallimore that said, "I know it's not any of my business, but I think she is a Jenna Rose." So Casey and I shook hands on it, and we have a name.

We finally got a call around 10 am that it was alright to go back over to the hospital. Jenna (yeah!) was in the nursery again after having spent the night with Courtney. This time Casey and I took her out of the nursery and down the hall to our hospital room. The two social workers, Kristy and Christina, waiting in the family room and Casey and I finally got some alone time with the baby. We each took turns holding her and taking pictures. (The one of Case pretending to be terrified may be one of my all time favorites) We only got about 20 minutes again when Kristy brought some of Courtney's friends in. They wanted to hold her. It turns out that one of the had just had a baby six weeks ago and the other was due in the next couple weeks and they are both choosing to parent. Then we find out that FIVE of her friends are going to be or already had babies within 6 weeks of Courtney and they are all raising them. If she actually pulls the trigger on this adoption she will be the strongest woman alive! After the friends left Christina came in and told us Courtney wanted Jenna back in her room.

So, off we went. Courtney was watching GMC? Is that the country version of MTV? Anyway, in the ten minutes we were in with her she never took her eyes off the screen. I think the reality of this is really starting to hit her. We told her we had decided on Jenna Rose and she kind of seemed less than enthusiastic and told us that was her "ex-best friends" name, Jenna. Adoptions have fallen apart over less. So now we had to figure out if by sticking to our guns on the name, was this fragile thing going to implode? After about 10 minutes of awkward small talk, Courtney's aunt showed up and we went back to our hospital room to give them some privacy. We waited around for an hour until Courtney told Kristy that we should just leave the hospital and come back again tonight. She was feeling pressure knowing we were just down the hall.

So, off we went. Casey and I went to the grocery store for comfort food and then back to hotel. When we showed back up at the hospital at the given time, Courtney was in rough shape. She didn't want to see us, didn't want us to see Jenna, still didn't want to talk about the adoption. Kristy spent about an hour with her and her Grandma trying to get her to remember why she had decided on an adoption plan in the first place. Courtney had decided that even though we had reached the 24 hour mark, she didn't want to sign until she was released from the hospital, which is tomorrow morning. She and Kristy came up with a loose plan for signing the relinquishment papers in the morning and then she sent us all packing. My nerves were beyond frazzled. Having already survived one failed adoption attempt a year prior, this was beginning to feel all to familiar. Christina, Kristy, and Casey were all trying to tell me it was all going to work out and everything would be fine, but I was rapidly loosing hope.

So, off we went. This time Casey and I headed to Vernal since there is ONE restaurant in Roosevelt. Again we went for the comfort food. So there we sat in Cafe Rio discussing whether we needed to pick a different name because of a teenage spat, what we could have done differently, and what fabulous place we were going to go to if this thing goes south. Here's to hoping the other three are right...