I found out on Friday that my Article 5 had been issued. (A week to the day after I was told it would be.) I'm learning, once again, that "tomorrow" means "sometime in the next two weeks" in some cultures.
The legal rep in Colombia will now go book the official appointment to meet Sara. After that, I can finally book my tickets and get my visa. I'm starting to worry that the visa thing is going to run into my Christmas break. Ugh!! I just want it all done already. But, once again, it's out of my control. So, I wait.
The good news is that I've been told I can Skype with Sara. I hate Skype. I think it's incredibly awkward and I don't enjoy it. BUT, I will do anything--even Skype--to be able to see my baby. I'm waiting to hear back about when this will happen.
When I first heard we were going to Skype, the teacher in me kicked in. I thought: I will get to see if she follows directions. I can hear her speech patterns. I will be able to see how active and/or attentive she is. I will get lots of good information on her functioning levels. Then, the mom in me kicked in. I will get to see her little face. I will get to hear her voice. I will get to see her mannerisms. I will have more than just a couple of pictures to remember/know/love her by. Then, reality kicked in. How am I ever going to get through this? I don't want to scare her to death by bawling as soon as I see her. I seriously didn't used to cry this much. Will I even be able to speak?
It's going to be interesting, that's for sure. I feel so blessed to have this chance and I hope it comes together soon. I'll let you know how it goes and if I forever scar her with my blubbering.