It’s been almost three weeks since we have seen our baby girl, and for the two weeks prior to that, we only saw her briefly with her dad after church. That’s five weeks since I’ve had a sweet hour or two with her alone. Her dad’s phone has been disconnected and he hasn’t answered my email. (I waited two weeks before I called him, and another few days before I emailed him.) Imagine knowing your baby who thinks you’re her mama is out there with someone else and you don’t even know if they’re taking good care of her or if you’ll ever see her again. I can’t bear that. Just when I think I’ve handed her over to God’s care (again), I hit moments like this. This really is too hard.