Well this is a busy week regarding the adoption process.
The funny thing with this process is, I can sit here for months with nothing to do. Then all of a sudden when the agency calls to tell me my Homestudy is ready (for example), then I have to drop everything else and the next step takes top priority in our family. Luckily for us this is spring break! No school!
So Monday morning I chatted with the folks at LAN about picking up the notarized copies of my Homestudy that afternoon. I first took the agency homestudy payment to the bank (around US$1850). It took me a while to find the bank, as it wasn't where the bank's website indicated. I had to drive a bit, and the bank was off the side of the road in a very crowded, dusty, trash-filled part of town. Yikes. While in the bank the electricity kept turning off and on, everyone was staring at me, and I literally felt like I was about to have a nervous breakdown. I was
very much outside my comfort zone with that much money in hand! Thankfully we made it out safely! (Sometimes here in Nairobi I feel like I am in the middle of a movie. I keep looking around for video cameras. Is this real?)
So then I hired a driver, secured the kids with our household helper, and took off down the road toward the agency to collect my papers. I was supposed to be there between 3:30-4:00. At 3:15, while driving toward their office, LAN called to tell me my homestudy wasn't ready for pickup after all. Folks, I lost it. I just
completely lost all mental faculties. I was crying so hard. (Apparently it was my mistake. Apparently she had told me she would call me first to make sure it would be ready at 3:30pm. Sorry, English is my first language. Sometimes I miss things over the phone. What I recall from the conversation was that they would call me at 2:30 if something came up. Which they didn't. Whatever.
Time means something completely different here.)
The lady on the line asked if I could just come the next day to pick it up. I realize she has
no idea the effort it takes me to do anything in this foreign country. Cause that's what I am here: a foreigner. Nothing is familiar to me. Nothing is easy for me. Not even driving two miles down the road. Not even sending an email.
So I went back home completely broken and devastated and tired of obstacles. Exhausted and
sick of obstacles. And exhausted from crying so much. I asked my husband if we should just get pregnant and give up on the adoption. Yes, that's how upset I felt. So I drove the kids to Planet Yogurt and stuffed my face with chocolate yogurt with M&Ms on top (even though I'm fasting sugar for Lent. Yikes!). Then I got a phone call from a dear friend. She reminded me of who is the author of obstacles. She told me that I am a strong woman, and that maybe we were chosen for this particular child because someone else might have given up much sooner. And that's exactly the word I needed.
So the homestudy folks canceled my appointment and rescheduled for the next day. Big deal, right? But this has now been a 13 month process for us.
This is the hardest thing I have ever done. I'm still so scared that toward the end we won't be able to finish the process in time, and we'll have to leave the country without our baby. So we will just keep pursuing and trying to get it done the fastest that we can.
I keep saying that this requires a Miracle in every step of the process from here on out. So, Jesus, we are depending on You!