How he came to be ours continued...

The conversation between me and the hubs that I wrote about previously occurred on a Saturday night.  The next day I called our social worker (on a Sunday, I know!) to let her know we had discussed it and would like to switch over to the waiting list for boys.  She didn't seem to mind at all that I'd called her on the weekend and told me she would send an email right away and Monday morning we'd be on the list.  She said something like, "I don't want to say that you'll be matched right away.  I mean, it could take a few weeks maybe?  But, also could be immediate.  Even tomorrow.  But, you know I can't say for sure."  Well, she certainly said enough to have us freaking out!  On the phone with hubby that night we both thought "No way it's gonna happen tomorrow.  I mean, no way.  Right?"  We decided that whenever we did receive a referral we would look at it "together."  Which meant getting on the webcam while we each opened the email via our respective computers.  I went to sleep with butterflies in my stomach and something like this running through my head, "It won't happen tomorrow.  Don't even think it will.  You're going to be disappointed if it doesn't.  That's the same day.  The SAME DAY your name gets put on the waiting list.  You are so not getting a referral tomorrow.  Calm down.  Go to sleep woman."  Monday, January 10, 2011  I woke up and tried to go about business as usual.  Business as usual would mean super gluing the phone to my hand because I was not about to miss "the call."  Ok, so there was no glue involved, but I did take the phone into the bathroom with me while I showered.  And managed not to slip and bust my face open as I jumped out to answer it. 

"Hello?" 
"Hey, it's me." 
"Why are you calling me?!?  I thought you were our social worker!"
"I was just calling to say hi."
"Well, don't do that anymore."
"Call you?"
"Yes!"
"Yes, you want me to call you again?"
"No don't call me!  I'll call you!  I'm having a freaking heart attack every time the phone rings."
"Ok.  I'll talk to you later.  Love you."
"Love you too."

Why would they not give us a referral today?!  We are obviously the most loving, patient, communication savvy couple ever.  ;)  By lunch time I declared this insanity to be over.  Sitting around waiting on a call that was not going to come today was turning me into a crazy person.  So, off we went.  I don't remember where all we went, but I know I was probably carrying my cell phone in my hand.  Sure that if it did ring, I wouldn't hear it in my purse or even my back pocket.  I get shady cell service in some places near our home so you better believe I was checking every thirty seconds to make sure I had service.  It sounds like getting out of the house didn't quite help that crazy person problem I was having earlier. ;)  We ended up at Kohl's.  I needed to return a pair of C's pants that had a tear in them.  As I pulled into the parking lot I glanced in the rear view and saw my baby sleeping peacefully and decided that before waking him up to go in I would call the house phone and check the messages.  Just in case.  "You have one new message."  Oh my god.  A new message?  Oh, if it's my husband I swear I will kill him.  "...Hi, it's Jen from Children's Home Society and Family Services..."  Oh my god, oh my god  "I wanted to let you know that you've been matched with a referral."  OMG!  "...I wanted to discuss the referral with you before sending it to you...call me anytime today or into this evening...I look forward to hearing from you."  This is the part where I get out of the car and do a happy dance while squealing like a little girl.  No joke.  When I rejoined my sleeping child, I called hubby's cell phone.  (Even though I knew he wouldn't answer because he was in classes)  "Call me!  Ahhh!"  Then I called Jen.  Voicemail.  No!!!  We did make it into Kohl's.  And I did continue to stalk our social worker and call her phone every five minutes.  When we got home I called Jen AGAIN (please don't let her decide that I have too many issues and revoke our home study approval) and she answered!  She told me we had been matched with a little boy!  She discussed the information in his referral with me and I half listened.  Mostly I was just thinking HOW am I going to wait until hubby is free tonight to check my email and see this little babe's face?!?  Jen even asked me if I wanted her to hold off on sending me his information.  "No, no, I can resist.  You can go ahead and send it."  And resist I did.  I left him only a few semi-threatening voice mails to call me.  "And I know I told you not to call me earlier, but seriously.  Call. me. NOW!"  I think it was close to nine that night before he finally called.  We logged onto our computers, set up our webcam, and saw our son's face for the first time.  I think the first words I said were, "Look at his hair!"  And he still has crazy hair. ;)  It's our agency's policy to have a child's referral reviewed by a doctor specializing in international adoption before accepting.  So, we waited a few days for that.  And then we waited over a month on some test results.  Oh, that was agonizing.  Every day I fell more in love with this little boy's face and I prayed that he would be ours.

And praise God, he IS!!! 

I wish I could have done one of those "The call!" posts right after we got our referral, but it didn't work out that way.  I wanted to make sure I got this all written down because I don't want to forget how he came to be ours.