We’ve not heard anything since we resubmitted our court documents to see if we could get them corrected, especially in regard to Ken’s citizenship. If indeed they were able to correct them as typos, and our original judgment date still stands, then we are now past the 30 day appeal period, which was up on Monday.
And still we wait.
The paper that we’re waiting for makes the children forever ours, and then it’s just a small matter of going through all of the paperwork to get permission to go get them.
One piece of paper and we are officially parents to two very specific children. It could come tomorrow. It could come in 5 months.
The wait is torture. Really. After all, we’ve been in the adoption process since October of 2010, and no end in sight. I think the closer we get, the harder it gets. And every time we’re asked, “So, when do you get to go get them?” I am reminded of the most painfully vulnerable and uncertain part of this entire process: when. If your children were in locked in an orphanage in a the poorest and hungriest country in the world with no timeline of when you could rescue them, wouldn’t you feel the same way?
We’ve been told by the end of 2011, January or February, March or April, and now we’re expecting it’s going to be much beyond then as well.
We know how much it will cost ($10,000-$15,000 for travel depending on exact airfare for 4), we know who the kids are, we know our agency, the orphanage, the country coordinator, where we’re staying, where we’ll be eating, the travel agency we’re using.
We. just. don’t. know. when.
A few weeks ago, Ken has posted on Facebook how painful it was to be asked a dozen times a day (which is typical), “When?” He really wasn’t trying to be offensive, but in a rare moment, express how he’s feeling. The pain comes from the reminder of the uncertainty. As unsure as everyone else is about when we’re heading to the Congo, there is no one that the uncertainty bothers more than us. And sometimes the questions feel like they are reopening an already very tender wound. Sometimes it’s just easier not to talk about the adoption at all than to try to repeatedly explain that we don’t know when we’ll be finished with the process.
There’s absolutely nothing we can do, other than continue to wait and ask ourselves, “When?”