We're not just waiting on the Visa appointment, but a whole lot of other crap instead.
In reality, we're still where we were taken on Dec. 26th, at USCIS awaiting I-600 approval. Which probably no one understands except those few unfortunate souls who have come to have an intimate understanding of the way the Port au Prince USCIS and Consulate works (or in reality, doesn't work.)
What does this mean?
This means that I am truly, unbelievably
This means that every celebratory "We're just waiting on the Visa appointment" moment I shared with friends and family was very premature.
This means that I am at the mercy of a governmental agency---a U.S. agency, mind you--which doesn't really care about or for the children, which could really do without adoption, which would rather the entire thing just be forgotten. Which is allowed to operate without any context of timeframes or rules.
And I'm really scared that I may scream at the next well-intended, caring soul who tells me to get my Senator involved. It just doesn't work that way. The U.S. Consulate is its own little dictatorship which couldn't care less what anyone on the Mainland may threaten or try to pull. The few folks I know who had made the mistake of getting their local reps involved had their files sat on for months, or worse, had some obscure document requested that has taken eons to get from the Haitian Archives.
For today, I don't care about waiting with dignity and grace. For today, I am having a bloody, screaming tantrum.
We got out of MOI over SIX FREAKING MONTHS AGO. With the unfortunate case of two families that are fighting an entirely different fight to get their kids home, we are the ONLY family left. Families that have started after us are right along with us. Families that started after us have gotten their kids home.
I'm not crabby that others are getting their kids home. Every time one of these children goes home, it is a victory for every single family adopting from Haiti.
I am crabby because I am SO TIRED of going through a process in a country where no one really cares to realize that it has been SIX FREAKING MONTHS. I am crabby that no one who works in this process other than our dear, sweet adoption agency program manager is saying, Enough is enough!
I am crabby that we are the file that gets screwed up and then set aside.
I am crabby that the one piece of news I felt truly elated over and optimistic about (the Visa appointment) was taken away from me.
I am crabby that the fate of our files is still up in the air. That the approval has not been issued, which therefore means that there is still a chance we could receive a denial. Which means that there is no security. None.
I am CRABBY.