Our second attempt at the birth family interview at the Embassy was scheduled for today. Unfortunately, it didn’t happen. Again.
We have a little bit of information about why it didn’t happen, but I’m not going to share that here. We have been rescheduled to a date in mid-September. I am again frustrated that it couldn’t be rescheduled sooner.
Needless to say, we are extremely sad and disappointed. We were really hoping to leave on Saturday; those plans had been discussed with our agency and everyone was on board as long as everything played out the way it needed to play out. We are angry, too, although I’m not quite sure exactly who/what that anger is directed at. Certainly not her birth family member. This is a grueling process for everyone involved.
Today also marks six months since we received our referral and first learned of our daughter. It breaks my heart to know she has had to stay in group care for six months while her family is aching to bring her home. We knew from the time we received the referral that it could well take six months to bring her home, but after having reasonable expectations of a July homecoming, and then these two delays, it just seems like it’s taking forever.
I am emotionally exhausted, but of course I will get through this. I have to, for my daughter.