Our letter that is. We turned in our letter a little over three weeks ago and they finally put it up on the website today. After a little reminder from me.
This is the first major frustration from our agency(so I should feel lucky). When we turned in the letter I asked how long it will take to be put up on the website (they've been showing our letter since they got it, but prospective birth mother's look at the website too) and was told by our caseworker that she couldn't give me a date, the IT guy would put it up when he got around to it.
I wasn't overly thrilled at this answer since we had to fork over $1,000 when we turned in our letter. So I let it go thinking it would be put up by the end of the week. Well it wasn't and I started to silently fret. I didn't really want to ruffle any feathers seeing as these are the people who are in control of our future status as parents. Finally, last night we checked the website again and it was STILL NOT UP. We sent an e-mail to our case worker about 5:00 yesterday and at 9:00 this morning the letter was up.
I still do not think that this is ok. From what we've been told there are more babies than parents. If this is the case it would stand to reason that they would not be having a large intake of letters. So why does this take so long? I'm upset (even though it's a little trivial I still feel like it should have been handled quicker) and what about the people who just assume it's up and don't check? I don't think there are many of those, but you never know. I know the other two couples who went through the process the same time we did don't have their letters up yet. And that could be because they haven't turned them in, but what if it's not? We are giving these people a lot of money, they should have better quality control.
Well that was my rant for the week. I've got pictures of the nursery waiting on my camera to upload I just have to find the time.
**A link to our letter - http://cfcare.org/matchletters.html
Monday, July 21, 2008
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Almost But Not Quite
We almost had a baby today. Almost.
I got an e-mail from a wonderful woman (Lindsey, who I know we would be fast friends if we ever get to meet in person!) saying she had some information on a little boy who was born June 25th and didn't have a family.
I opened the e-mail after lunch and didn't even get finished before my palms started to sweat and my stomach started to migrate towards my throat (it DOES NOT belong there). After being reminded to breath by a co-worker I quickly called Russell to give him the info. And there really wasn't much to give him, but he said yes, let's take a closer look. I hammered out an e-mail back to Lindsey asking for more info and her number. Luckily I managed to locate her number and called her. She put me in contact with the woman who had given her the info and I got into contact with her.
And that is where everything started to go south. This beautiful ( I know he is beautiful because every baby is beautiful) little boy was born on June 25th very early. His mother also admitted to doing cocaine throughout the pregnancy. As I listened to her explain what she knew, my heart started to sink. I know what we have set as our boundaries and I know what we would be able to handle. This is not a situation we would be able to do.
Another issues is that he is bi-racial. We normally would be open to a child of any race, if we lived in a diverse area. Since we do not live in a diverse area, we both feel that it would be unfair to our child to put him/her in such a position. We have neighbors who adopted two beautiful children (a boy and a girl) from Haiti. Their daughter was going to a Montessori school and had a very difficult time with other children and their meanness towards her. I am not prepared to handle that. In fact, I am still shocked when I see a black person in our area, there just isn't a huge population here in Prescott.
So in the time span of an hour we went from having a possible baby to knowing that this wasn't going to be our son. I cannot tell you the roller coaster of emotions that is. It's like finding out your pregnant and having a miscarriage in the same day.
I think I handled it well, there were VERY few tears and I only needed a short walk around the block to clear my head and get back to work. We know God has our baby already picked out, just waiting for us. But it was really hard not to scream yes as loud as I could.
I got an e-mail from a wonderful woman (Lindsey, who I know we would be fast friends if we ever get to meet in person!) saying she had some information on a little boy who was born June 25th and didn't have a family.
I opened the e-mail after lunch and didn't even get finished before my palms started to sweat and my stomach started to migrate towards my throat (it DOES NOT belong there). After being reminded to breath by a co-worker I quickly called Russell to give him the info. And there really wasn't much to give him, but he said yes, let's take a closer look. I hammered out an e-mail back to Lindsey asking for more info and her number. Luckily I managed to locate her number and called her. She put me in contact with the woman who had given her the info and I got into contact with her.
And that is where everything started to go south. This beautiful ( I know he is beautiful because every baby is beautiful) little boy was born on June 25th very early. His mother also admitted to doing cocaine throughout the pregnancy. As I listened to her explain what she knew, my heart started to sink. I know what we have set as our boundaries and I know what we would be able to handle. This is not a situation we would be able to do.
Another issues is that he is bi-racial. We normally would be open to a child of any race, if we lived in a diverse area. Since we do not live in a diverse area, we both feel that it would be unfair to our child to put him/her in such a position. We have neighbors who adopted two beautiful children (a boy and a girl) from Haiti. Their daughter was going to a Montessori school and had a very difficult time with other children and their meanness towards her. I am not prepared to handle that. In fact, I am still shocked when I see a black person in our area, there just isn't a huge population here in Prescott.
So in the time span of an hour we went from having a possible baby to knowing that this wasn't going to be our son. I cannot tell you the roller coaster of emotions that is. It's like finding out your pregnant and having a miscarriage in the same day.
I think I handled it well, there were VERY few tears and I only needed a short walk around the block to clear my head and get back to work. We know God has our baby already picked out, just waiting for us. But it was really hard not to scream yes as loud as I could.
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