Funny story – When I was pregnant with H, I was 25. I remember the day clearly, as we sat in the waiting room at the OB/GYN for our first “new parent” appointment. We were holding the tote bag full of all the information about what to expect, the lists of “Yes You Can” and “No You Can’t”. I had a clipboard in one hand with forms to fill out and a pen in the other hand. I scanned the pages and filled the lines with the requested information. One question asked for “Mother’s Age:____” and I got it right! The next question was “Mother’s Age at Delivery: ____”. Well, that was easy, I was 25, I’d have my baby the same year, I’d be 25, right? I wrote 25 in the line and Rob stopped me. “Are you sure about that?” Well, of course I was sure. 25. I was going to be 25. Except, my birthday was November 22 and I wasn’t even due until December something. Oh, snap. 26. I would be 26 at time of delivery. There in that room, I almost fell apart. Tears came to my eyes and fell onto my paper as I changed the 5 to a 6. I was going to be 26 when I had my baby. I was going to be late-20s. No longer early- to mid-20s would I be. That was it. The paper may have said 26 but from that point on I would be 25. My birthday would come and go and every year we would celebrate my 25th birthday. Done. It was settled. Or, so I thought.
If you will, remember back to my last update. We had two weeks to make a decision about a file for a little girl in the Dominican Republic. Need a refresher? Click here: . The last two weeks were the slowest two weeks of my life. Everyday I would scour my Inbox for answers. I would check my phone for missed calls. End of business would come and go and I would be even more anxious than the day before. We knew our answer. Our answer was, “Yes. When do we go get her?” The logistics in-between were sticky and tricky. They were complicated and gut-wrenching because they were all issues completely out of my grasp and unchangeable. We needed to know several things and each one slowly unfolded with its own plethora of uncertainties and unknowns. I sent more than my fair share of e-mails to our sweet social worker who probably cringed every time her e-mail “dinged” alerting her to a new question from me!
Thursday, H and I took off for some beach time with my sister. It was fabulous. What was most exciting was the e-mail I received on Thursday morning from our social worker. Thursday was two weeks. The night before, I had sent an e-mail begging for answers because I did not want to lose our daughter. In those two weeks, her beautiful face had burned itself onto my heart. H has talked about her every day. We have made hundreds of plans based on what-if scenarios. Thursday morning the e-mail said, “At this point, it definitely does not look like you are just treading water”. Relief washed over me. I was giddy. Rob was excited. SO what does it all mean? What’s next?
We have to update our homestudy and immigration forms from India to the D.R. What’s more, I HAVE TO TURN 30! That’s right. I have to be 30 to qualify for adoption from the D.R. Ironic, isn’t it? While we wait for November 22 to roll around, we will go through a few more piles of paperwork and wait for governments to approve it all. We will undergo psychological evaluations – your well-wishes are acknowledged. And once I turn 30? We wait just a tad longer to receive an official referral from the D.R. for our daughter. By the end of the year, we will be making travel plans to go get our baby.
I know several of you want to know more about her but at this time, we are unfortunately unable to tell you anything specific (legal stuff). She is amazing and a perfect match for our family. We can tell you that the D.R. requires us to spend a SIGNIFICANT amount of time in-country with her before we can bring her home and that is our biggest hurdle right now. I would ask that each person that reads this would share it with someone. Ask them to pray for us and for our daughter. We are going to have to raise some serious funds and God has already been at work in amazing ways. But, we have a long way to go.
We have started an on-line fundraiser that you can view here. We are selling cookbooks that you will soon be able to pre-order from our store. I would love for my 30th birthday to be the day we meet and surpass our financial goals for this adoption. Three months is not a very long time but my God is a VERY big God. I am excited about sharing more about our journey and I promise I will as I can. Thank you for praying us through the last two weeks. God revealed A LOT these last two weeks and the future is exciting!
Here’s to turning 30!
Eat… Pray… Adopt.