Friday, May 9, 2014

Our adoption journey continues . . . (Part 1)


For those of you who are friends with me on Facebook, you already know some of the developments, so bear with me. :-)
 
I need to start from about two weeks ago.  Our paperwork was on its way to China and we were waiting for the coveted LID (Logged in Dossier).  Once you are LID, you can be matched with a child at anytime.  We had had a conversation with your social worker.  She prepped us that we were close and she wanted to know, more specifically, the special needs we were willing to take, the age range we really wanted, etc, etc.  In that call, she reminded us that we would probably get a little boy since we were open to a boy and most people want to adopt a little girl.  So we would get a cute little boy and we were excited for more little boy around the house.
 
On Tuesday, April 22nd, I was sitting in the bleachers at the local pool, watching my boys swim in their swim lessons, and my phone rang.  Lifeline showed up on my screen.  I knew it.  This had to be our LID call.  I answered the phone and it was our social worker.  She told me that we were LID, she paused, and then said, " . . . and I have a file for you to review."
 
I was a bit shocked. I had really thought we would not get matched for at least a month.  Our social worker began to tell me about the file.  It was a file for a sweet little boy, about 17 months old.  She started to tell me his listed special needs . . . and my heart sank a bit.  He had special needs that we really were not open to.  So, when she asked me if we wanted to see his file, I wanted to say no.  But, at the same time, I did not want to limit God.  So, I said yes.  She sent the file and we began to review it.
 
We had 72 hours to make a decision.  We poured over and prayed over his pictures, read and re-read his file, and consulted with an International Adoption Physician.  And in those 72 hours, we knew that this little boy was NOT our son.  He had special needs that we were not equipped to take at this time.  So, on Thursday afternoon of the same week, I called our social worker and we released his file.  Our social worker was sweet and shared with us that she did not know when another file would come our way, but she would call when she had a file for us to review. 
 
And I prepped myself for another wait.  Waiting for another call.  Waiting to meet our child.
 
To be continued . . .
 
 


3 comments:

  1. I'm so happy that we'll get to read more of this story in detail here!! Thank you for writing it, Katie!

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