Another Bump in the Road

I was expecting to hear that our Dossier was on the way to translation from critical review. As I waited for my clients to come back from a walk at the lake, checking out their potential neighborhood, I thought I would make a quick call to our agency. My heart sunk. Long story short, they wanted us to change some wording on our Adoption Petition. Of course, here come the tears in my eyes, and my clients towards my car.

Now, keep in mind, this is a document that I sent via fax for review in June, before we had it certified and authenticated, so that it would make it through the process smoothly. All they could do was apologize, and all I could do was keep as calm as possible. Afterall, this was just the second mishap since our Dossier was received at the agency on September 13. So, while writing the recommended phrase changes for the "Addendum to Adoption Petition" and driving with clients in the car, I held it together the best that I could.

I finished up with my clients (emailed Brad to call me "now", and Paula to vent), went straight to a computer, typed up the addendum and sent it to Brad via email. I also sent it to the agency again, just to double check since we had already been through this before. My class was starting and he was so patient with me - I have to say I was very upset, and stressed from a very busy week/day. He is the rock, for sure. He re-arranged his schedule, and sent it Fedx immediately-this was about 4:30p. We would have had it to the agency on Monday. Notice I say "would have".

So, then, I get an email on my Blackberry while I am in a class from the agency. Guess what? Yes, you'll believe it. There was another recommendation to change it again. This time it was my fault. We didn't restate the age of the twins we wished to adopt, after we stated the age of the female we wished to adopt. Apparently, through translation, this would be necessary. No room for assumption in this document. It's 4:58p at this point, and Brad is no longer at the office, and I don't have a way to get another revision to him in time.

During our break around 6p, I called Bradley and explained what happened because up until then we were communicating via email. He was so great at calming me down, and he's right - in the big picture it is a very small thing. I just needed some time to throw a tantrum.

So, really, what do you do, but run over the "bump" and keep on going. It just gets frustrating along the way, when all you want is your daughter. We've tried, and we've waited, for so long, and at times, it just doesn't seem it will be a reality. That is why, with every prayer, I ask for patience. He'll give us the miracle of our child, but in His own time, not ours!