Journal Journal: Dossiers and Daughters
Two entries in one day. Wow. I'm almost blogging.
Words have different meanings to different types of people. Mention "dossier" to a 60's-era activist, and they probably have images of a dusty manila folder being studied by The Man. Mention "dossier" to me, on the other hand, and I immediately think of baby girls.
That's part and parcel of having adopted children. My two girls - who are, by the way, the two most absolutely beautiful and wonderful girls in the whole world (of course) - were born in China, and each was adopted at the age of about 9 months.
Why mention this now? Well... yesterday, our dossier was shipped out to the PRC by our adoption agency. This is the packet of paperwork that goes to China in order to start their end of the adoption process. Putting it together this third time around was a bit easier, but it's still an amazingly annoying, slow, and frustrating process to assemble all the paperwork.
Making sure all the i's are dotted, all the t's are crossed, getting everything notarized thrice over, getting it translated. You end up putting three copies of everything in your dossier in three seperate physcial locations (including a safe-deposit box!) because of the way the timing works out. See, by the time you've got your dossier assembled and ready to send to the adoption agency for translation, your daughter-to-be is probably about to be born, or has just been born... and by the grace of God and all that is holy and good, you will not miss going to get your daughter because someone managed to loose or misplace even a single scrap of paper.
That's what we've done already. Get this notarized; check that for spelling errors; call the agency about the home study update. With all that completed... now the waiting starts. We've been praying for our new daughter every night for the last 6 months, but at least there was always something we had to do, something we could do. Now it's entirely out of our hands. It's frustrating, nerve wrackingly so at times. When the waiting gets bad, all I can do is look at my two daughters and remember how hard it was to wait for them; how perfect everything was when I first held them in my arms; and how every delay and hiccup that occured while we were waiting for them was instrumental in making sure that the children God intended for us ended up in our care.
All we can do now is wait, and pray. God bless you, mei-mei. May He keep you from being cold, or hungry, or lonely. May He keep you safe, and warm, and give you someone to care for you and cuddle you, until your forever Mama and Dada can come to China to make you part of our family.