I am doing my best to sit serenely
on my sofa, a cup of coffee and a beagle by my side. But instead I am
kind of nervously clicking from one adoption forum to another trying to
ferret out any new information about the current batch of emigration
We have been led to expect that the
second batch (OUR batch!) will be processed within 4 weeks from
submission date. 4 weeks from submission date is NOW. My phone is not
Once we are notified that our emigration
permit has been approved YH needs to have an embassy appearance and a
visa interview and all kinds of other procedural boxes need to be
checked. In the best case scenario that all takes a week or less.
And then the BIG phone call will come. The one that says "We invite you to come meet your son."
and I have recently turned a corner in our travel plans. We decided to
just take a risk and plan to travel in mid-May. We have reserved a hotel
and were really close to buying tickets on crazy sale last night (alas,
our return date made the whole thing invalid--boo!).
tickets on our preferred airline are still within reasonable range. Of
course my definition of "reasonable" is based on what I've paid in the
past to fly to South Africa/Mongolia/Madagascar so it's probably a bit
skewed compared to most other travelers.
We finally put
YH's room together. Sean converted the crib to a toddler bed and sweetly
arranged the blankets I sewed for YH last summer. During a commercial
break on "Dance Moms Miami" (don't judge) he called me in to see his
And I burst into tears. YH's room (really a small nursery
attached to our bedroom and closed off with french doors) looks so
beautiful and cozy. There is enough room for his bed (although we
anticipate co-sleeping for a while), a small plush bean bag to flop on, a
bright rug to play on, and a cozy spot to look at books. We need to
finalize the lay out and hang decorations--but his belongings are
organized in bins on the built-in shelves. All it needs is the little
boy who will *very soon* call the space his own.
Ring phone, ring.