I owe an update to my brother and sister in-law because they rebel against don't have facebook accounts.
Reality is hitting me tonight that in 14 days I am leaving for a foreign land to embrace a two year old child that I've never met. I will bring her home to the boys I have known from my womb and we will be a family. She will be their sister, and they will be her brothers. We will be her mom and dad.
Forever.
I am looking in the face of mothering five children, living in the busiest and most demanding season of my life. I am looking in the face of 15 years of marriage.
But honestly, when I'm buying a bottle of wine, I really feel like the twenty-something who needs to whip out her ID to prove she is old enough to drink.
Why don't I get carded anymore?
We are scheduled to depart for China on March 14th. All of the airline tickets are booked. My sister, mom, and favorite aunt are all taking time off from their jobs (some of it even unpaid) and away from their commitments at home to come out west and keep our precious boys feeling at home while we are away for the longest duration since any one of my little men were born.
It has been an eventful few weeks.
We received official Travel Approval from the Chinese government to come and adopt our daughter. And for that we are excited and grateful.
We asked our agency weeks ago for a "safe" projected date that we could count on to travel. Our agency sends parents in groups to travel to China every two weeks. So, if your paperwork doesn't meet requirements for one group, you join the next group.
We asked for a projection because we wanted to use our frequent flier miles that were painfully earned by my Beloved's many nights away from our family working like a crazy man.
Long story short, we booked our tickets based on safe recommendations and after our paperwork caught up with us, our daughter's visa appointment at the US Consulate wound up being scheduled one day too late for us to be able to make our flight home. Without any frequent flier seats left, it leaves us having to pay thousands of dollars for new tickets.
When our agency was telling me that there was no possible way to change this Consulate appointment, I refused to take no for an answer. I announced our problem on facebook and was encouraged to seek help from my senator. I promptly went to his web page, then dialed the local office. A wonderful grandmotherly type woman answered my call, and after hearing an abbreviated version of our problem, she told me that there were staff members who handle these issues and could she have my name and number for one of them to call me back.
The dam broke and all the stress turned into emotion. I could barely choke out my name and phone number through my tears. But I did.
My call was returned by a very helpful woman, who said that she was hopeful that she could help. She gave me instructions for what information to send in an email to her...
... and then she finished the conversation by telling me that she and her husband had just completed their second adoption from China just six months ago.
Thanks God. I needed that one.
So now we are waiting to see if we need new tickets or if all systems are a go for Operation Bring Nesbit Home.
Reality is setting in. My mind is reeling with my packing list and the adventure ahead of us. So when I'm done writing this post, I have to order my daughter some shoes and socks!
