If you haven't read Part 1, you can find that here.
“There is a ten month old girl in the Republic of Georgia. Her heritage is Azeri.”
I’ll never forget that moment. Our eyes met. We both nodded. A weight was suddenly removed from our shoulders and we were released to pursue adoption in another country.
“Yes.” Kyle answered.
“We can’t promise this exact child will be available.”
“Yes, we’ll switch to Georgia.”
Miraculously, things kept moving along. Paperwork was completed and submitted in record time. The referral issued in June. Time slowed to a crawl as we anticipated “the call” that would give us our court date. Lists were made, clothing gathered, a baby shower hosted, a room decorated. Still no call. Before bed each night I whined “Kyle! I’m ready to gooooo!” Each day without a call was an excruciating reminder that I am not in control. Not in control. Not in control. My children belong to the Lord! HE alone knows the number of their days and HE alone knew the day we would meet our daughter, hold her for the first time.
The call came around 6:30 on a Wednesday night at the beginning of October. Earlier in the day I’d gone to Target...mostly out of extreme boredom. Looking down at my phone, standing there outside the church, all rational thought left my mind. By the area code I knew it was them! But in Georgia it was the middle of the night...so there’s no way the agency was calling with a court date...right?
“Are you ready for this?” our case manager asked.
“No. Yes. I have no idea!” I was convinced it was more bad news.
“October 9th. Your court date is October 9th. Which means we need you to leave tomorrow. Can you leave tomorrow?”
The rational thought still gone from my brain, I gave a “yes of course!” and tried to concentrate on what she told me. As I listened, I dragged my husband out of conversation and around the corner of the building.
“IT’S THE CALL.” I mouthed.
“What did they say?”
“October 9th.”
I resumed trying to focus while Kyle looked at his calendar. Less than a week away. Then he quickly started sending texts to our family, pastoral staff, and a couple of friends.
When I got off the phone, I’m pretty sure I did a ridiculous dance. I quickly raced through the church to pick Matthew up from the class where I had just dropped him off. Calling my best friend, we agreed to meet at my house to start packing. From there, a blur of activity. Talking to my father in law about plane tickets, my sister in law running to the store for last minute items, packing, packing, packing. Activating international cell service, activating travel insurance, packing, packing, packing.
There was no sleep to be had that night. I mean, I lay in bed quietly...but my brain couldn’t pause for a moment to rest.
In case you are wondering about my state of mind before we left the country, I nearly lost Kyle’s iPad and laptop going through security. You see, when you have an insulin pump and continuous glucose monitor on your body while going through security, you have to spend extra one on one time with a friendly TSA agent. That means your wife tries to gather all of her stuff, all of the seven year old’s stuff, and all of YOUR stuff off the moving belt before it piles up at the end of the screening area. Soooo while Kyle spent quality time with the TSA guy, I quickly emptied buckets and stuffed our items back into backpacks. Except somehow I missed the bucket with the ipad and laptop (insert panic here). Don’t worry!! Ten minutes and ten TSA agents later, we found it!
We arrived at the gate with plenty of time to spare, snapped a quick picture, and tried to relax. Our first flight was to Munich, Germany and was supposed to last about 8 hours. We were flying through the night and hoped to get some sleep. Honestly. How can any one sleep when you are on your way to meet the child you’ve been chasing after for SIX and a half YEARS??? Matthew got several hours...Kyle and I dozed off a bit.
In Munich we had a nine hour layover, followed by a shorter 4 hour flight to Tbilisi. It was 4am on Saturday morning local time when we landed. Every sign was written in both the Georgian language and English. We made our way through the airport to baggage claim and through the doors into the dark, cold morning. Our driver and facilitator were there to pick us up. We loaded our luggage into the trunk and squeezed into the backseat for the trip to Akhaltsikhe where our daughter lived with her foster family.
When our hostess arrived, she let us into the first level of the guest house. The guest house was sandwiched in the middle of several other businesses. When walking through the door, the staircase was directly to the left, leading up to the second and third level. The main level had an open area and two rooms, as well as a small kitchenette. The place was not truly open for business yet, but there was a couch to sit on and a little table where we could sit to eat. We agreed to rest for about an hour while our hostess prepared us some breakfast.
After a very short rest and quick showers, we met our facilitator and driver on the first level for a quick meal: boiled eggs, sausages (think hotdogs), a variety of cookies, fruit, and tea or instant coffee. I can’t say any of us had much of an appetite. Too little sleep, too much excitement. And so it was time to go.
You can find part 3 here!
You can find part 3 here!
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