I never thought that Chicken Nugget would ever make her appearance and join our family. She seemed quite comfortable in there, and despite almost 3 weeks of "fake" labor (which felt uncomfortably real to me), I found myself on my due date at Friendly's. I tried to drown the sorrow of being just sent home from the hospital for the 2nd time in a plate brownies and icecream - this to be exact.

Sorrow was drowning swimmingly and the tears of hospital rejection were beginning to dry, when the waitress asked "When are you due?"
"Today and it is never going to happen."
"Well, I was in labor in the hospital for 5 Days and after ......(courtesy edit for the male audience), my child was finally born by ceasarean."
What are the words that you never say to a women on the due date of her first pregnancy? 5 Days of Labor. If AMP thought I was hysterical mess before Friendly's....
So, after 8 months of filling out paperwork and after refiling the immigration forms because 3 teeny, tiny words were missing from one teeny, tiny sentence in our homestudy (insert additional $380 fee here) and after waiting 3 more weeks for the same FBI office in WV to re-verify our fingerprints, not one month after they had done it the first time, and after AMP made a poor woman in one of our nation's governmental offices cry, we received a piece of paper today in the mail. I had made a rather uneventful flight home this afternoon, and was checking our email on my phone while I waited for my carry on. You know how quiet is while you stand on the jetway and wait for your bags? Well, imagine one fuzzy haired blonde woman gasping out loud and then, of course, she starts sobbing hysterically and clutching her phone. Yes, I made yet another scene. But that awesome email said that a nice woman in a government office in Missouri (a different woman to be exact) had sent us a form in the mail today, that said, Pollo is approved to enter the country. Moral of the story, Big Public Scene # 3, but my little boy gets to meet his crazy family in about 2 weeks from now. Big Hugs to a woman in Missouri, and we are almost on our way to Colombia!
2 comments:
HOOORAYYY! Such a lovely story. This blog is such a wonderful picture of your life and an incredible record of your love and devotion to your family:) It makes me smile every day (and today tear up a little)!
Thanks Guida!!
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