(Continued from 2 weeks ago...)
After our 15-day mandatory waiting period was up, Bill & I were assigned a pre-court day for the beginning of March. During this meeting, we were to meet with the judge, the director of the Baby House and, and a custody officer from the Department of Education (the entity that regulates adoptions in
Although the pre-court hearing is more of a formality, I was beyond nervous about it. My whole body shook as we walked up the courthouse steps, and once we were in the judge's chambers I thought for sure I would have to bolt from the room and go to the bathroom to throw up. These women held our fate in their hands. If one of them decided that there was one sentence out of place in our paperwork, or that not all of Dylan's paperwork was on file, our petition to adopt would be denied and we would have lost our son. I couldn't bear the thought.
Of course, it turns out that the meeting was fairly painless. The judge asked us a few simple questions about ourselves--how long we'd been married, why were we adopting, why
Now reality set in, though. Bill and I had been in Kostanai close to a month, and the truth of the matter was that we could not afford to both stay there for the duration of the adoption. We were lucky enough that Bill works independently and was able to do a lot from his computer, but he needed to return home and work. Originally, I had planned to travel back with him after pre-court, but after meeting Dylan there was no way I was leaving Kazakhstan without him, so we made the tough decision that Bill would go home for two and a half weeks while I remained in Kostanai with Dylan.
Those weeks were very lonely for me. Although our in-country staff was fantastic and I got to spend time with them and the other adoptive family that was there, the truth of the matter was that I spent most of my days alone in the apartment, reading books & watching DVDs (including Ugly Betty Season 1, which the previous family had left and which I had scoffed at upon seeing. Let me tell you, I got hooked!).
I could tell that Dylan also felt Bill's absence and missed his dad. The first few days of visitation after Bill returned home, Dylan would greet me with a big smile and then look around the room with a confused look on his face, looking for his dad. We quickly settled into a new routine just the two of us, though, and continued to bond wonderfully.