7th September 1764
Today I visited the Foundling hospital once more to seek information about admitting my daughter. Since the Father of my daughter has no presence in her life and I am unable to financially support her, there is no conflict between my situation and the rules for admission to the hospital. I was advised that there was no shortage of mothers wanting their children to be admitted to the hospital, and that I must return tomorrow to take a ballot which will decide my daughter's fate.

8th September 1764
When I arrived at the hospital today, I was instructed on how the ballot works. There is a bag with a number of balls in it, some are white, and if picked, the child of the mother goes to live at the Foundling hospital. A red ball indicates that the mother must wait to see if a place becomes available, and a black ball indicates that the mother has been unsuccessful and must take their infants elsewhere.  I picked from the bag and received a black ball - this means my daughter's application was unsuccessful. A lady working at the hospital told me that most mothers pick black balls, and that the hospital is over subscribed as it is. Now I must attempt to find assistance in the upbringing of my daughter somewhere else. I hope I will be lucky enough to find some help.