The Real World

I got an email from our agency.  Our packet hasn't reached them yet.  I am pretty stressed.  Where is it?  What happened?  I just hope, hope, HOPE it shows up there tomorrow.  (=CROSSES FINGERS=)

Today, things kind of got real for a few minutes.  I have talked to another mama who adopted a little one with the same medical condition as our LongLong.  I have heard what her story was like.  I shared it with my husband.  We talked about it, a LOT, and we decided to move forward with adopting LongLong.  Well, today this mom had posted a blog post with their child's full story.  It had more detail, but also just having it brought up again at this point in the game was different than when we first heard the story when we had just begun considering LongLong for adoption.  Now, we are in it.  We are committed.  We are IN LOVE with this little girl.  And hearing their story again was a good (HORRIFYING!) reminder of what it COULD be like when we bring home LongLong.  I had Brik read the post, too, when he got home from work.  Even though he had heard it before, and I had heard it before, it was different.  Brik immediately started researching LongLong's medical condition again.  And that was all different, too!  I swear, between the time we first "found" LongLong and now, the entire medical world must have undergone major shifts, because I SWEAR most of that stuff wasn't there a month ago.  Scary things.  Percentages.  Possibilities.  I was getting dinner cleaned up, getting Taig ready for bed, etc. and Brik kept coming out of the room to tell me some new thing he learned.  I promise, we really did research her condition before we decided to adopt her!  But...it's all different now!  And the BIGGEST difference?  We aren't talking about "people", we are talking about "LongLong".  MY DAUGHTER.

By the way, that little gray dress I bought LongLong last week?  It SOMEHOW is migrating around the house.  It is almost like SOMEONE is CARRYING it around!  (Who would do that?!)  AND...it was even found in MY BED!  How DOES that happen?  (I may or may not have slept with it one night.  Please don't call...er...anyone.  Im not crazy!)