Thursday, December 22, 2011

Court Date!

"Court Date."

I'm not even sure what else to say.  The fact that this is actually happening is simultaneously thrilling, terrifying, and humbling (I tried to think of a synonym starting with "t" but it just wasn't happening.").  I am almost in shock.

One ocean and half a continent away Max is asleep (at least I hope so since it's 5am for him).  He has no idea what has been set in motion around him.  No idea that Jason and I are going to sit in a courtroom with a stack of paperwork and a scary judge (all judges are scary!) on January 17 and change his life forever.  And let's face it, if he did know, it would terrify him!

To think of it in those terms is humbling.  I want to sing and dance and jump for joy.  This has been one of the best days of my life.

But as the day comes to a close, all I can think of is him, asleep on the other side of the world blissfully unaware that everything is about to change.

Everything.  


Thursday, December 15, 2011

Thank Goodness for Holiday Hours

So today after finally giving my last final (the last one for like a year!) I had this massive migraine.  Like one of those migraines where the nausea makes sweat break out on your forehead and there are little black boxes swimming in front of your eyes.

Let's just say that driving home after class was Not Fun.

So needless to say I got home and stumbled upstairs to bed.  Immediately.  (Oh I got a Diet Coke first, but it took me about an hour and a half before I could even get myself to open it).

I'm not telling you this to whine -- I just want you to understand the extent of my not-togetherness.

The not-togetherness which meant that I didn't check my mailbox when I got home.  (The mailbox that I have been checking religiously to see if our notarized state background checks were in it).  It also meant that I didn't go immediately out to the Fed-Ex office to mail out our new visa applications until about 4:30.  (Yes, that would be the second set of applications overnighted to the visa office in the past 2 days, but that's another thing entirely.)

But of course I need to get these visa applications out today, so I pull myself together and head to the UPS store only to find out that they are open until 7pm because of the holidays.  Yippee!  So then I get home, open the mailbox, and what do I find?

The police letters.

That need to be notarized, apostilled, and in Russia by, um, Tuesday in order to apply for a COURT DATE!!

I shoot a couple emails back and forth with my our adoption coordinator and within 15 minutes was back on the road to the UPS store.

By 6:00 I was home.  And my court dossier is done.  Done.

DONE.

Now we just wait for our court date.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Warm Fuzzy

I promise I'll put together a real post in the next few days -- sometime between grading finals, waiting for the final touches on our dossier, getting new Russian visas, and getting the new carpet installed in the post-flood basement.

But for now I wanted to share some happy news that we got from our adoption facilitator, who reports:

Max looks through the photo album given by his parents every day. He knows his mom and dad and can point to them.


 And yes, I know that his actual understanding of what parents are, and what his "mom" and "dad" will mean to him is nearly non-existent.  But still. It's coming together.

Warm fuzziness.

(And a new photo to show you all)

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Watching the News...

This whole process of international adoption has been an eye-opener in so many unexpected ways.  For example: watching the news has all new meaning.

I've always been an international-type.  Having lived abroad for so much of my life, I like to think of myself as someone who is at least moderately aware of things outside the good ole US of A.  I look forward to November every year to see the Oxi Day coverage of Greece, and I perk up when Germany is in the news, too.

Never before, however, has news coverage of far-away places struck fear into my heart.  (OK, that's not true, either.  I am perfectly willing to admit that while my brother was deployed in Afghanistan I pretty much changed the channel whenever there was a scrubby desert on my TV screen).

But I digress...

Things are happening in Max's home country.  Almost none of it has anything to do with adoption (though there have been some VERY recent law changes about that,too that make me twitchy and anxious).  However, watching the tension between our country and his at the moment has both of us biting our lips.  It's probably irrational.  It seems unlikely that Events on a Global Scale could really affect our little family.

But stranger things have happened.

What it really comes down to, I think is what I am beginning to think of as post-infertility-syndrome.  This syndrome presents itself in only one way so far, but it's a doozy.  I call it "waiting-for-the-other-shoe-to-drop-itis."  On some level I realize that sometimes you make it through different aspects of your life without all the shoe-dropping, but I think Jason and I have become conditioned to it (in rather than same way that you train a dog to an electric fence...).

I know it's a little irrational.  I know it.

And I also know that I won't stop fretting and losing sleep until Max walks through Customs and Immigration on this side of the pond...