The social worker that came to our house on Saturday was a very sweet young lady. We really liked her. I felt at ease with her immediately. I feel like all went very well.
We spent Sunday running around looking for items that we need to make our new daughter's room special for her. We finally have it complete for her I think. It's a pretty room and I think she will have enough room for all of her clothes, toys, and such.
Yesterday, I spent the day on the run digging up almost 20 year old documents that the adoption agency needs from me, old divorce papers and such. Stuff that I prefer to keep buried and not talk about, but it has to be done and then I can rebury it again. Hopefully, forever this time.
Today, the same social worker will be back at our home to speak to each one of us on an individual basis. Not sure what she wants to talk about, probably our lives in general.
On Saturday, as far as we know, we get to go pick up our new daughter. It's about a 4 hour trip to meet her family where they wish to meet. This cuts off an hour or two for us. We are excited and a bit nervous all at the same time. Of course we have worries of whether the child will like us and how hard it will be for her to adapt to our surroundings and environment.
Sometime soon, we all have to go to the doctor and get a physical to make sure that we are all healthy here and that we don't have any weird or catchy diseases. I know we are all healthy and such, but it has to be documented for the safety and well being of the child we are adopting.
My real worries lie with my oldest daughter. I know that my son, myself, and my husband are really all she has, but her fears of us abandoning her and her son are not logical to me. I am sure they are valid fears to her. I only hope that, in time, she will adjust and feel differently.
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