In case people were wondering ...
I am actually fine. I am not really put off by anti-adoption snipers, not when I really think about it. Sure, when I first read it my first reaction is, "I never should have made our story so public." But I don't think that's right. I share on purpose, because I believe it does some good. One or two negative people are not going to change that.
Plus, I recognize most anti-adoption people are probably speaking from very deep hurt and difficult personal experience. I don't want to discount what they have gone through and I don't want to disrespect adoptees or birthfamilies. Just the opposite. It is toxic for my kids if I can't respect other parts of the triad. (And if I have a hard time doing that sometimes, I work it out here, not with my kids. Which I think is a good thing, actually.)
But, like Bek said in her comment, their story is not my story or my kids' story. I expect them to respect that.
We had a nice visit with S today. She was 35 minutes late. It gave me a good chance to chat with the social worker, who reminded me S has a long way to go before she is ready to take Z back -- seeing as how she is still in an inpatient clinic, lacking transportation, and not really able to keep it together when things don't appear to be going her way-- and everything will still be up to the judge. Which is absolutely true. A judge can still decide that Z's life is just not something to gamble with.
So I'm still up here on my balance beam, but I have a very cheeky, cute baby to focus on to keep from falling. And really appreciating all the support from dear friends.
In other news, I ate at a new restaurant for lunch with my co-workers. It's not online, but it's called Madison's. Thai-continental fusion. I had warm coriander beef salad with snap peas and carrots. Faaaaaaabulous. Come visit me, I'll take you out. You too, anon. For lunch, I mean. Really.