I am sure you are on pins and needles to know how our latest trip to DHS went. Well don’t get too excited, it was the shortest trip of my life. Husbando forgot the golf cart key so we ran-walked to the car on the coldest day of the year and arrived at DHS right at our appointment time, 11:30. I had to dump my purse for anything they may asked me to bring back to the car (learned that the hard way last time, they don’t like metal keychains) and we sprinted for the door. After the metal detector line and elevator ride up, we were technically 3 minutes late for our appointment but Husbando called our worker as we walked into the lobby, as she had asked him to do. No answer. He then called the cell number she gave him in the last email. It was a wrong number. He calls the first number again and writes down the cell phone given on the voicemail. He calls the new cell phone and it rings. She answered and says she will be there shortly but is running behind. He hangs up and upon second though calls back immediately asking how long was ‘behind’ because at this point its 11:45 am and even if we only wait 10 minutes, that leaves us 15 minutes before we have to be out the door and heading back to work. Normally we would not care about any of this but this week I’ve been helping around the office while someone takes vacation and had only the time we allotted her. She says she will hurry (shouldn’t she be already?) and will be there in around 10 minutes.
We wait very impatiently and when she finally arrives takes us back to the room to look through the adoption binders of kiddos that were discussed at staffing. She apparently didn’t go to staffing herself but her co-worker took our file for her. Good news numero one is she suggested us to several workers as potential parents for their foster children. Bad news? The co-worker even gave us to workers representing just one or two children, essentially wasting that worker’s time going over our info. Husbando politely said, he would just go ahead and mark those out and she said, ‘you wouldn’t just try out one or two then get more?’ I’m sorry, what?! Have you even read our file?! I was so disappointed with that suggestion mostly because it meant she had no idea about us or what we are in this for. I looked at her with probably an odd (or hopefully not but maybe hateful) look on my face. I said no, that is not in our plan. We would like to adopt first then have a couple of our own and we don’t want to go through the adoption process more than once. She seemed to take the answer well but as I said, it didn’t sit right with me. I am hoping very strongly she reads the file, gets to know our objectives, and maybe spends some real time with us next time.
Okay, moving on. We were sitting in there alone frantically going through all the pages and scribbling down file numbers that looked to be potential matches for us. Good news numero two, some of the numbers we scribbled were also ones we were already recommended for by the fill-in worker at staffing so we are ahead of the game on those. We had exactly 12 minutes until we were out the door but overall I think it went well. We know what she looks like, she knows what we look like. She now knows what we’re looking for and what our life plan is (in the brief 3 sentences we shared). We know punctuality isn’t really her thing and she knows Husbando WILL hunt her down with that iPhone of his!
The moral of the story is baby steps will still get you where you need to go. I was miserable standing still but elated with even this inch we have climbed. We assumed we had not been submitted for any kids this month when in fact, we were. We gave her several more children we are interested in and will hopefully hear something sooner rather than later, even if the answer is no. Thank you to everyone who has been helping us get through this and I will keep updating as the updates come!