Just when we were ready to give up, we were matched! After about 3 1/2 years and ready to give up, a little girl's file found it's way to us and our hearts. As far as I can remember, I have never in my life said to God that I've had enough and to please not send me anything else to deal with, that I was too tired and couldn't even deal with a broken nail. That was the morning of November 13
th, 2009.... that night I got the call from our agency to look at a file. I just thought, "Are you kidding me?" Little by little I started peaking at her file and grew to love her. Keith was traveling and I didn't even mention her to him at first. He was hooked when he read that her birthday was 5/8/2007.... one day after his. Alex liked that one of her favorite toys was balls. Ryan liked that she likes blocks. Look at her socks - I wouldn't be caught dead in something that didn't match my outfit, but not my Mom, she is always looking for odd socks... it must skip a generation. I was looking for something that connected her to me and I didn't find it right away.
Our timeline:
Submitted
LOI (letter of intent) December 1, 2009
Received PA (
pre-approval) December 16, 2009
On December 21st I got a call from our agency. As I saw the number flash on the caller ID I thought we lost her. But, "S", the woman who "matched" us was calling to tell us that we received our
LSC (letter seeking confirmation). I got my sign. December 21st, 1988 I was supposed to be on PA 103, the flight that blew up over
Lockerbie Scotland. I have spent the last 20 + years dealing with survivor's guilt and trying to find the reason. I can't say that I've found the reason, but I have come to peace with it. Up until "S" called, it was not something I spoke about often. But I just had to tell her what the 21st meant to me. She knew right away what I was talking about, which surprised me, because most people don't remember or in "S"'s case, I thought was too young to
immediately know. The next day "S" told me that she lived as an exchange student with the family in
Lockerbie where the plane crashed. I'm not quite sure what this means, but I somehow felt as a big loop was closed with our confirmation by the
CCAA that we were the parents to this little girl, on a day that had haunted me for years, and to be told (and matched) by someone who lived there was somehow significant, and healing.
TA received January 21, 2010 - normally this means you can travel in a few weeks, but we had the misfortune of having our US paperwork expire for the third time, and needed to renew it before we could travel.
January 5
th - mailed docs to US
CISFebraury 5
th - fingerprinted for the 6
th time
March 4
th - a woman on the
RQ adoption forum responded to a post I wrote complaining about NJ immigrations. She replied that in 2007 she too waited 2 months for a
renewal while her child waited and she went up the the building in
Newark, found the adoption officer (who happened to be the same as mine) and got the officer to complete her paperwork and promise to mail it out. The adoption community is amazing and filled with strangers who help one another. She coached me and told me how to get into the building and how to get on the adoption floor, and how to get in... and I did it, and it unfolded exactly as it did for her, and after a short wait I found myself sitting in the adoption officer's office while she completed my paperwork and I walked out with my approval.
Later that day we had tentative travel scheduled for March 18.
. Tentative became definitive, and Keith is heading towards the Great Wall probably within a few hours. Yes, on my birthday. But that's
ok... he's bringing me home a pretty great gift.
Keith called me from Beijing around 430 this morning. Pretty uneventful. Just a slight glitch going through US security. I packed for Megan. And
I had to pack clothes, and grooming products, and an arsenal of
meds, and a baby doll
for her to play with and a backpack with some little toys - crayons, book, and some snacks. Most adoptive parents of older children get "in" with their children through food. The bag was pretty full before Keith even put his stuff in it. It was just ridiculous once he was done. Last night I removed some of Megan's clothes, some of Keith's snacks and some of his clothes. (The man took about 600 pairs of socks.) And the bag weighed 60 pounds... He refused to take a second carry on. Thursday morning he decided to take a second carry on (finally). So I take out Megan's backpack and move it to the small
duffel bag. He must have asked me 10 times 'no liquids?' "No Keith. No liquids. The
meds are in the big bag, and the shampoo and soap are in the big bag, and the 3 pack of apple juice is in the big bag. Don't worry. You're fine." Fast forward a few hours. He gets stopped going through security because I forgot I packed bubbles in her backpack! They practically strip-searched him after that. I am still laughing when I think about it. Totally forgot!