Today was like our first ultra sound at the doctor, Baby Ebersole is really in our hearts… We had our first homestudy visit. This is one of three visits our Social Worker will make to our house.
I think I should start by describing last night… We had a birthday party at our house. It was a lovely time, full of cake, chips and festive activies. It felt a little like a sitcom or well Christmas Eve. All our friends, aged around twenty-something, left our house a little warmer than they came, huged us, and wished us the best of luck on our homestudy.
We would then clean a little, leaving the rest of the mess as our morning presents by the tree. Then tried to fall asleep. I layed awake, thinking of every possible question I could be asked, making a stratgic plan as to how to clean my house and almost got back up to peek/clean the left over presents (but then soon fell asleep, and no one at the party is to feel ANY guilt)
I awoke to the sound of a usual morning… Danny making coffee, sun coming in my bedroom and an alarm… It was CHRISTMAS… I was so excited/ nervous/ ready to divide and conquer. We didn’t even eat breakfast = first sign of nerves. We put our apartment through a DEEP cleanse. Two of the many neuratic things we did included a scrubbing of the microwave and a scrapping of the bath tub moulding.
All this being said, our apartment never looked so good and we waited anxiously an extra hour for her to come with nothing else to clean. She came and she was lovely. Though she didn’t make it past our living room to admire the clean tub and microwave.
The purpose of this visit was to meet us and make sure we at least had running water, a roof and a beating heart. We talked about everything from me being adopted, how we met, why we want to adopt domestically, and so much more. All the time Danny was trying to keep his watery eyes from flowing and I was trying to supress my desire to comment on the Ebersole trait (tears of joy). Other than these irrational emotional responses, we were at ease and all your prayers were totally felt. I’d say we passed with flying colors. And now we have more papers and we are more pregnant.
Question from our 9 year old Niece, Alexa:
1. Will it be a boy or a girl?
–Not sure, we won’t know till we meet the baby’s birth mom.
2. Well, I hope it’s a girl… Will she be my age and can we be best friends?
–You can be best friend, but she/he will be a baby.
3. Where will the baby come from? Will the baby be my cousin when it grows up?
–The baby will instantly be your cousin and he/she will come from The United States.
4. How long will we wait?
–We need to do some fundraising, adopting a baby is a process,. It usual takes a while, but it can be quick. We have to trust God’s timing.
5. Can I help raise money for my cousin? I can make paper dolls.
— YES OF COURSE!