My day began with an appointment at the adoption office to receive Hailee and Harper’s referrals. It was quick and easy. I walked in, the psychologist asked me one or two questions about why I want to adopt these two children, then they read some info to me off their files. It was funny to see our dossier lying on the table. Months and months of hard work now in their hands.
Yep, that’s me outside the government building. I figured you’ll be seeing me so rarely in these posts that when I do have an opportunity for someone to take a pic with me in it, I’ll do it…just for my kiddos to see their Mommy.
Oh I was so tempted to bring out my capris this morning. But I thought twice when I realized they may think I’m a totally incompetent mother who does NOT know how to bundle herself up, and what in the world would I be dressing the darling children in on a 70 degree day. So I whipped out a little sweater too just to make sure everyone was as happy as Larry.
I got to see two baby pics of our girls. I got a lump in my throat and had to fight back the tears while sitting there. It’s so different from our first two adoptions in a country where the children are pretty much abandoned secretly. Today I got to hear details about my children that I thought I would never know. My heart ached.
Here’s the strange thing–according to their records Hailee has NO heart condition, but Harper does. All along we thought that Hailee did have a heart condition. Not sure about that. They had no record of their current weight or height, so there really is no way of telling until I get there. They said that Hailee is very ‘quiet’, and Harper ‘does not attach well to anyone’. Both of the girls are ‘psychologically, socially and developmentally delayed’. Yeah, like whatever.
According to their records Hailee is doing so much better than Harper, which is completely the opposite of what we thought. It seems that there really is no way of knowing exactly how our girls are until they are in my arms, and I can see for myself what’s up. Welcome to the world of adoption! We learned this lesson a very long time ago…hang onto every single morsel of information you get very loosely, because you never really can be certain what truly is going on with your child. Botton line–they’re either your child, or they’re not, no matter what is ‘wrong’ with them.
There you have it–my two cents worth.
Unfortunately I will have to wait until late tomorrow afternoon to receive the referral letters. Bummer. Hopefully they can get me on a train tomorrow night so that I can get to the girls city by Friday. I think it is about a 12 hour train trip into their region. I am learning to just take one day at a time here. Lots and lots of waiting around.
Oh, the people at the adoption office did tell me NOT to expect the judge to waiver the ten day waiting period (after court). They pretty much said it was completely out of the question in this region. I bit my tongue to prevent myself from telling them that I have the Greatest Judge, the Defender of the Weak, on MY side! Ooohhh, I was so close to telling them–but figured they might think I’m a total nut and tell me to forget about adopting their children. So I shut up and just smiled ever so sweetly…knowing full well that my God is more than able to make it happen!
This gorgeous church is right next to the government building. An Orthodox Church they tell me.
I’ve been walking around and taking in the sights, sounds, and smells of this place. It really is a fascinating city.
I am such a sucker for all things old (not you, Honey). I LOVE historic buildings. There is just something magnificent about them. This city is full of them. Most of them could do with a good renovation job. But even as they are, they are simply stunning.
It’s wierd, there are places like this…..
And then right next door are places like this……
They’re neighbors. Go figure.
Love the detail.
I think I could quite fancy turning this place into my home.
Ah, I never feel too far away from my beloved Africa here. The burglar bars make me feel quite at home.
Okay, help me out here because this is driving me nuts. They paint the bottom half of the trees white in China too, but for the life of me I cannot remember the reason for it. I used to know why they did it.
Anyone know why they do this?
Oh my goodness, this has to be the sweetest little police car I ever saw. Too cute. I’m wondering how in the world anyone manages to do a high speed chase in that little thing though. Maybe dynamite does come in small packages and this thing has some serious vooma under the hood.
Things that make me smile.
So there you have it. Another day almost over here in the Ukraine, which means another day closer to our sweet angel girls. I am so praying Friday will be the day we meet. I’m starting to feel a little antsy now, I feel so close, yet still so far away.
I’m longing to get to them now. Desperately longing.
Thank you for your prayers, I appreciate them so much. I am doing okay on my own. Missing my family something awful. I’m trying hard to stay focussed and not let my emotions run away with me. Ugh, add the hormones to the emotions, and it really is not a pretty thing. Remind me why the Lord gave us women hormones? I’m sure there must be a great reason, I just haven’t quite figured it out yet.
Okay, it’s taken me like three hours to try and get this thing posted–my internet connection is horrible. I’ll save the rest for another post.
Love you all heaps and heaps.