We didn’t receive the news we were hoping for today – the news that would allow us to bring our daughter home. Instead, we learned that the birth relative interview did not take place as planned. We don’t know why; our agency is trying to find out for us, not that it is necessarily relevant. This type of thing does happen, and we knew that going in.
We have a rescheduled date for the interview, but it’s not until August 29th. That seems like an eternity from now. I would have handled the news better if it was just a week out instead of three. Our agency asked for the earliest possible date, and that’s what they were told they got, but our social worker said they will keep trying for an earlier date.
I’m so sick and tired of all of this waiting – and now we have more waiting to do. The last few months have been torture. Sheer torture, I tell you. We miss our daughter so much, and we want her home with us. For us, of course, but mostly for her. I am confident that she is receiving the best care she could receive in a group living situation, but that’s no substitute for life with a family.
I am emotionally exhausted. I admit to having a complete and utter breakdown today. I will get through this, though – of course I will. We are now seven years into our family-building journey. What’s another month?