Baby Blues

Yesterday morning I received a call from NYAP asking to place a 2 month old baby boy with us. The DHHR case worker had requested an experienced foster family who has dealt with drug babies. That would be us. So, it was planned at 4 pm yesterday to pick up that little baby boy and bring him safely home.
Problem.
The computers were down at DHHR and they couldn't file the petition. So, plan B went into effect. We were to meet them there this morning at 11 am.
Problem.
Computers are now working, but they weren't able to get the judge to sign off on the petition so we were asked to wait until 2 pm to come pick up this bundle. Enter plan C.
Problem.
At 1:55 pm, just as Katelynn is throwing up in the backseat of the van, my YAP worker called to say that they weren't able to get the baby today because the Prosectuing Attorney wasn't able to sign off on the petition, and would not be back in for the rest of the day. Due to the law, they couldn't go get the baby until they have all the paperwork signed. On to Plan D.
We were back home by 2:10. I cleaned up Katelynn, the car seat and the van. Put Jenna and Katelynn to bed. Put the turkey in the oven. Decided to bake bread. It's currently rising.
So now, here I am:
Trying to console Lacy and remind her to be patient.
Nursing Katelynn through her sickness.
Worrying about this little baby.
Praying he's safe.
(I once said you can't worry and pray at the same time -- now I take that back.)
Wishing that DHHR and all parties responsible would get their act together for the sake of this child. They say to wait and everything will fall into place tomorrow. But, as my case worker said, He's not going to hold his breath, because he knows he'd be turning blue.
I already am.
Therein lies the problem.