Leaving was hard this time. Much, much harder than last time. It's not like we had any choice. We had to go home, she couldn't come with us yet. We knew this. Accepted it as the way it is for now. No reason to get all upset about it. That's what I told myself last time and it worked very well. Added with the belief that we'd be back to bring her home really soon. Leaving last time sucked but it wasn't horrible. I can't say the same thing this time. None of the facts really changed...we still had to leave, she still had to stay but it was different. Last time I just knew that we'd be right back to pick her up, this time I'm less naive. We don't know when we'll be able to go get her. There is no timeline...can't be really...everything there is too unpredictable to have any kind of timeline.
Last time the trade back to the foster family was quick. We met in a parking lot on our way to the airport. We passed them Avery, she leaned back to hug both of us. She looked well cared for and content with the foster mom. We drove away. Quick like a band aid. Hurt a bit but it was over and done with.
This time the trade to the foster family was long and drawn out. The morning we left there was a protest on the streets. It basically looked like a parade only the people weren't happy. They marched down the street directly in front of our hotel. No way in or out. Pablo and the foster mom had to park several streets way and walk to the hotel. Everyone at the hotel was in a tizzy because they didn't know how they were going to get us to go to the airport since they didn't know how long the protest was going to last. They were calling a taxi, calling the airport to hold the plane, making arrangements for if we missed our flight. It was hectic.
While all this is happening I'm just standing there with the foster mom, who is talking and talking and talking at me in Spanish...which I can't understand. Telling me all about Avery...but I can't understand. Avery is playing around us, angry people in the streets, frantic calls and plans being made. It was overwhelming and the emotions just hit me. I prayed that I could make it to the airport before my melt down hit, check that, I revised my prayer to just get me into the taxi...I didn't want to leave her...I didn't want to miss more of her growing, changing, learning...I want to be her all the time mama now! I made it to the taxi before the sobs began and we made it to the airport in time for our flight. Everything was just so chaotic as we left. It was hard. I know the emotion was all over my face even though the tears mostly waited for some privacy. Afterwards I thought maybe it was good that they saw me upset so they can understand that this isn't easy for us.
As far as the information we gathered while we were there... We had a meeting with a woman named Helen. She is an American but she has lived in Guatemala for her adult life and she's been involved in adoptions for the past 20 years. She was blunt and to the point and told it like it is and that is exactly what I wanted. Basically everything we're going through with our case is normal. It just takes this long now. She said years ago you could pay people off to get your case through faster but now you can't. It just takes as long as it takes. We are at the end of the process. We're getting close but we're not done yet. She said it's not our attorney's fault, it's not our fault, it is no ones fault. There is nothing we can do but just let it work through the process. It was good to hear in a way. Not the fantastic "all you need to do is this and your done" kind of information I was hoping for but it brought us some peace. She was able to give Pablo some tips and suggestions, a few contacts she knows from her years of experience. That was helpful. Besides that we just keep waiting. Take comfort in the knowledge that our case will be completed...we just don't know when.