bandaged with an I.V.
Sabrina gently stood up from the rocking chair and placed him back in his plastic bed.
“I love you, little Corey. I’m here and you’re going to be ok. You’re going to make it,” Sabrina whispered to him as she leaned down and kissed his cheek.
Walking over to the nurse’s station, Tina grabbed papers from a filing cabinet and placed them on a clipboard. She handed Sabrina a pin and the board.
“He’s back in the crib?” Tina asked. Sabrina nodded yes. “Ok, sit here and fill out these forms. I’ve called the social worker and she will be here shortly to talk with you about the process. I’m going to go make some notes on his charts about his feeding.” She walked off and left Sabrina sitting on a stool, filling out paperwork.
I can’t believe I’m doing this, Sabrina thought as she put her name on the papers. I’m going to be a mommy and a sister. Sabrina began filling out the paperwork before she was able to think and change her mind.
* * *
“You did what?” Momma Montgomery said. She would have screamed but they were in the hospital.
“Momma, what else are we gonna do? You can’t go through this again. I’m not going to let him go to foster care.
We both know damn well she isn’t going to take care of him. So I’ll do it,” Sabrina said as she nervously paced the waiting room.
Momma Montgomery sat on the couch in shock, shaking her head. “Do you think you can do it?” Momma Montgomery finally asked after a few minutes of silence.
“Of course I can. School ends in another week and a half. He won’t be home for two weeks at the earliest.”
“But what about your house?” she asked.
“I called my landlord and explained the situation. He has a two bedroom available downstairs from me. I can take that and the rent is only one hundred dollars more.” The plan made perfect sense to Sabrina. “He said I can sign the new lease and move in this weekend if I want.”
Ashamed, Momma Montgomery shook her head and stared at the floor.
“Momma, you’ve done all you can. It’s my turn to help out. I can’t have him in foster care and you can’t take care of another baby. I’ll do it.” Rubbing her hand, Sabrina sat down next to Momma Montgomery and continued to explain.
“The nurse gave me a list of organizations that will help me. I’ll be ok with him. If you can watch him sometimes while I go to school, we should be alright.” Sabrina said it like she had been planning this for years, instead of a few hours.
“Me, you, and Corey will be fine.”
“Who is Corey?” Momma asked.
“That’s what I’m naming him. I think he looks like a Corey.”
She smiled hearing that. “We used to call your Uncle Cornelius that when he was younger.”
“Well, you see, he’s in the family. We can’t let him go.”
They were the only ones in the waiting room. The dark brown carpet, soda machines, and blue walls were the only listeners in the room. They began making decisions and trying to figure things out.
“Well, I can come over and be with him when you go to school or you can bring him to my house.” Momma Montgomery started rambling off things. She picked up her cell phone and started calling people. All Sabrina could do was smile.
Momma Montgomery could make the best of any situation. Sabrina’s entire house would be furnished with baby items by the end of the week. She would call her church, job, and woman’s group and have everybody helping out. As Sabrina wiped away a few loose tears, she heard her name.
“Sabrina Montgomery,” a young woman called as she entered the waiting room. The woman wore her hair in a tight bun. Her shirt was white with a hospital name tag fixed to her blouse.
Sabrina knew instantly that she was the social worker. Standing up, she greeted the woman with a handshake.
“Terry, I gotta call you back but I’ll let you now what we need,” Momma Montgomery said, abruptly ending her conversation.