The Call

Just last weekend, I prepared a tiny note to report that we were number 10 in the queue waiting for a match.  It was cute and zippy…something like “T minus 10.  Can I get a countdown?!”  And then something happened.  Life, I guess.  And my people didn’t get it posted promptly. 

But now, we’ll skip that and move on because…we got “the call”!!

Our kids were playing with some friends down the street so that I could get a little work done on a sewing project I agreed to do for my neighbor.  No sooner had I started in on the project than our phone started ringing.  Like every 4 minutes.  I don’t even remember all the calls…random things: something I ordered was ready to be picked up at the store, telemarketer, charitable organization.  I was totally annoyed because I had to keep coming upstairs to check the phone (I was just sure that it was the neighbor saying that someone had fallen in the mud or had a potty accident and a new set of clothes was required).  So, on about the fifth trip up the stairs, I was intrigued to see the name of our adoption agency on the caller ID screen.  They don’t usually call.  Our communication is done primarily via email.  So, I picked up.

When she said that she had our referral, I couldn’t have been more surprised.  I actually argued with her a little.  “But I thought we were like number 10 in the queue,” I said.  “Aren’t any of those families in front of us waiting for this little one?”  She assured me that this one was ours and then asked if she should conference Ryan in to the call so she could share the news with both of us (the miracles of technology, what will they think of next??).  So, after her failed attempt to reach Ryan by phone, and my more-incessant and adamant attempt to reach Ryan by phone, and 7 minutes of anxious waiting (on my part) as Ryan managed to ease his way out of a meeting, we were all on the line and ready for the news.

“She’s about 5 ½ months-old,” said our coordinator.  “She’s been in the orphanage since she was just a few weeks old.  She’s beautiful.  She’s in a region about 4 hours south of Addis.”  We were busy taking in all the details.  Simultaneously giddy and wrecked with finally coming to know our girl.  We spent the next several minutes of the call talking over details, logistics, and next steps.  When we were finished, the adoption coordinator said she would email the information, along with a couple photos.

The email arrived, and she IS beautiful.  She looks healthy and bright-eyed.  We are not at liberty to post her photos or share them digitally.  But, we’ll have some hard copies made.  And if you are someone who lives nearby and crosses paths with us, we promise to be in possession of a photo the next time we run into you.

Back to real-time.  I wanted to call people.  I wanted to show her off.  It was raining a little, but I dashed, barefoot, over to a neighbor’s house to share our news.  After I made a few calls, I walked down to pick up the kids and tell them the big news.  They were really excited and took time to study the photo carefully and ask one-hundred questions.

We celebrated last night with dinner at our local Ethiopian restaurant.  It was the first time our kids had eaten Ethiopian food.  That will require its own post. 

For now know that we’re celebrating God’s faithfulness. 

Next Steps

Once we receive the official paperwork (this coming week) and return it to our adoption agency, the agency will inform the staff in Ethiopia that we’ve accepted this little one, and a court date for the birth family will be scheduled.  Our coordinator seems to believe that the courts are scheduling hearings for early June at this time.  Then, the court date for us can be scheduled about 4 weeks later.  So, we would hope to make our first trip in early to mid July. 

We really hope to get this court trip in before the Ethiopian courts close for the “rainy season,” which usually happens around the end of July through September.  It would be a little maddening to sit here doing nothing for two months waiting out the rain.  So, if you’re inclined to pray for prompt scheduling, we would be grateful.

After our court trip, we’ll come home (sans baby) and wait for another 4 to 6 weeks for things to be wrapped up in Ethiopia.  Then we’ll go back to Ethiopia for an appointment with the Embassy there (which mercifully does not close for rainy season), and we’ll bring our girl home at that time. 

Best case scenario, I think this would be early September.  We sure would like to celebrate her first birthday here at home…

One Day Closer

Suddenly, I blinked and we’re at number 18 in the queue.  Finally passing the “twenty” mark feels good.  During the 2012 calendar year, our agency placed 35 children from Ethiopia with adoptive families.  So, although it’s impossible to predict the rate of this crazy process called adoption, we’re reasonably confident that 2013 is our year!!

A few of the items in our original adoption dossier are getting ready to expire (the police letters, doctors’ letters, financial declaration, and employment letters have a two-year shelf life).  Our dossier was initially accepted in June 2011, so we’ve started the process to get new documents so we can have them notarized, state certified, federally authenticated, and delivered to the Ethiopian Embassy in anticipation of that two-year mark this summer (our assumption is that we may be traveling close to that time, and we certainly don’t want any delays or hiccups because of expiring paperwork).   

So we will spend the next several weeks doing paperwork, waiting, praying, and knowing that each day…is one day closer.

We can make our plans, but the LORD determines our steps.

Proverbs 16:9.  When we began our adoption process at the end of 2009, we certainly thought we’d have our daughter home by now.  We are becoming a little weary of the waiting and uncertainty.  Our journey is proving to be a much longer road that we expected at the outset; however, we are confident and convinced that this is what God has asked of our family, and we are committed to see it through.

Over the past two months, we’ve moved up (or down as it were) a few spots to number 25 in the queue as families in front of us are being matched with orphans.  That’s good news!  The kids have been plucking links off our paperchain (which is now looking a little crumpled and faded…the colors of the Ethiopian flag are green, light beige and pink, right?) 

We recently made another trip up to the local branch of the Department Homeland Security: U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Services (which is by far the most efficient and well-run government office in which I have ever done business…and I’m NOT being sarcastic!!) in order to request a renewal of the “pre-approval for citizenship” for our little one.  We’re good there until May 2014.  Oh that we have this adoption complete by then… 

We spent some less-than-enjoyable time being vaccinated for our pending overseas trips.  Some of the vaccinations required a “series” of shots to achieve full protection, so it’s been a bit of a process.  Then, get this…we received a notice by mail last month, that the lot of Typhoid vaccine we received has been recalled (no problem, I’ll just bring it back in for a refund…oh wait, it’s in my body!!) because it apparently lacks full potency.  However, people who received the vaccine are being urged NOT to be revaccinated before the next scheduled booster (2 years).  So essentially, we aren’t fully protected against Typhoid Fever (potential symptoms: fever, diarrhea, rash, hallucinations, nosebleeds, lethargy, delirium, etc), and there’s nothing to be done about it.  Nice. 

And so, we stay the course.  We wait.  We celebrate with the families who are traveling to Ethiopia to see their children face to face for the first time.  We rejoice for the families who are bringing their little ones home after so many months and years of waiting.  We try to prepare our family (and our hearts) the best we know how for the changes, challenges, and excitement that lies ahead.  We try not to contract Typhoid Fever.

PS---A note for my Grams, who is now frantically looking up data on Typhoid Fever- worldwide outbreaks, treatment, prognosis, etc…we’re going to be fine.  With a little common sense during our travels, I feel quite confident that we will NOT be infected with Typhoid.  I was just being dramatic.

A bit MORE Progress

Save for the name on top, I’m pleased to announce that the Christmas stocking for our new addition is finished, thus completing a 15-month “nesting” project.  While I was not impressed with the racial diversity of the designs offered by the stocking manufacturer, I found that the leftover felt scraps from the previous six stockings I’ve made (yes, do the math…our dog has a handmade stocking…I’m not proud of it), provided the necessary colors to make the stocking appropriate for our little one. 

While I don’t think she’ll be home to enjoy it this year, we’ll certainly hang it on the mantle with the rest and know that somewhere, on the other side of the world, she’s likely been born and that God is paving the way for all of us to be together under one roof.

And, speaking of paving the way…we’ve moved up another spot to number “28” in the queue, waiting to be matched with our little lady.

Moving on Up

Last Friday, our agency announced that they had matched another waiting family with their child, which moved us to number 29 in the queue (and in my mind, 29 seems ever so much closer than 30).

Progress

We are grateful to report that our agency has offered 6 referrals to waiting families over the past month (meaning that adoptive families “in front of us” are being matched with their children).  As we celebrate with these families, we are also pleased that we are inching ever closer to “getting the call” for which we are patiently waiting. 

We are currently number 30 (out of 120) in the queue waiting for our agency to match us with our child.  While we initially expected to be matched with our child around the first of this year (several months ago), we are now hopeful that we might receive our match by the end of the year.  Once we receive that referral, the process may move rather quickly.  We might expect to travel to Ethiopia for a court date two or three months later, and go back again in as little as six weeks to bring our baby home.

In the meantime, I’m working on a Christmas stocking for the baby (afraid we won’t need it for this Christmas unfortunately), and we just moved our two year-old into her new “big-girl room,” so we’ve got a nursery and a crib ready and waiting when the time comes.