So I just decided that there is no appropriate image for this update, since syringes and cringing children are nothing to smile about. I felt sorry for our agency, having to deliver the news they dreaded telling us today: "Your kids need to have lab tests done. Blood, Urine, fecal". I feel sorrier for myself having to tell my eight year-old daughter the news; she who still berates me for blood work we authorized when she was three. She really despises needles.
Our dossier will be held, waiting for this update. I am assuming it will take a month to get the tests completed and notarized, mail them to our agency, who will get them apostilled and forward them to Honduras. There they will be translated and approved before being sent to IHNFA to join the rest of our paperwork. It is hard to imagine exactly where the paperwork is, but I know, because we were too good and too fast at getting it all ready, that much of it will "expire" soon.
I feel like someone caught in quicksand, moving slowly through the motions, wondering if anyone will ever pull us safely up. Where is our son? I'd like him to know we bought him a train table this month.
