One might think, from the infrequency of this blog’s posts, that I am no longer suffering from sinking spells, hence the silence. Alas, sinking spells are still in order, but I have not felt compelled to write into the lengthening silence.
You see, in the midst of all the excitement, the planning, the blogging, we hit a snag. A small, positive change in our life circumstances, no matter how exciting and longed-for, has caused a delay in our adoption. We must wait for the completion of a three hour move to a neighboring town, and then update our home study before we can finalize our paperwork.
This delay has been a terrible shock, and brought pain comparable to that of our secondary infertility, with all its attendant heartache, longing, confusion, and hopelessness. To be honest, as with the infertility, there’s some misdirected anger thrown in for good measure.
I cannot speak for domestic adoption, because I have not experienced it, but I can say unequivocally that international adoption is hard. The process is long, it is expensive, it is invasive. For us, it became a call on our lives that we were powerless to refuse. In this ridiculous “paper pregnancy” that has lasted years (we began this China
Although it doesn’t trump prayer, compensation is key. We are staying busy, we are finding ways to laugh at ourselves through this latest delay. We are drawing on the comfort of family and friends, and the understanding of some who have walked this road before us, and some who walk it now. Most days we get by without dissolving into frustrated tears. Most days.
So how is Jackson
Life, as they say, is not for the faint-hearted. Adoption… ditto.
Hang in there, Jackson
