The last 48 hours were the whirlwind I thought they might be. It started with a trip to the airport at 4am. We were supposed to take a 6am flight to Pasto, the city Isabel is from.
We started off so well. The plane took off. The kids played their tablets and ate their snacks.
Then we tried to land and the fog just wouldn’t allow it. So, the plane headed right back to where it came from. It re-fueled, without allowing us off of it, and we sat waiting for the fog to lift.
A 90 minute flight took us 6 hours.
Thank God Cate did this for the last half of it.
The other kids, who are expert flyers, managed to entertain themselves with games like rock, paper, scissors.
We boarded a mini-van and a taxi and headed through some scary mountain roads to Pasto where we checked in to our hostel. I have rented all the rooms in it for the week.
A quick change and some lunch from Mr. Pollito (no, I’m not kidding), and we were off again. At 4pm, we pulled up here.
Our kids actually got to meet Isabel first. The psychologist who knew her best thought that would put her most at ease, because, apparently, she REALLY likes other kids. So, Joe and I left all 11 of our kids in a conference room with balloons and a cake to meet Isabel.
We went upstairs to meet with the Social Worker and local Director of ICBF, the central authority for adoptions in Colombia. They told us Isabel’s story. This is hers to tell, but there were points in the telling of this tale where both of us broke down and cried. Yes, Joe too. Her story is just so hard. We were also dogged in our quest for information about her living relatives. The professionals in the room were puzzled why we would want this information so badly.
Joe is totally fluent in Spanish, so there was a good conversation about our other children, their wishes about having knowledge of their birth families. In the end, we got all the contact information for Isabel’s living relatives. I will be reaching out to them at some point. I want to be the bridge to them for her, should she want to cross over someday, knowing that this is always a back and forth. She can always go between the two of us, never having to choose.
Finally, once we were handed all this information, and all of the equipment for her Cochlear Implant, we got to meet Isabel!
I am not allowed to share photos of her, because at this time, we are only her temporary guardians. Joe will go to court after I leave Colombia with the rest of the kids. Once we are officially her parents, then I can share pictures of her. For now, we must respect her privacy.
The meeting between her and us only lasted about 15 minutes. Then we were ushered out. This part is always so odd for me. “You’re giving me this kid?!? Seriously?!? After all this time, you’re just handing her to me???” I feel that way every single time. Then there’s the odd feeling of “I don’t even know this kid. Am I supposed to love her?” And a moment of panic when I don’t. I know I’m not supposed to, but I always forget that.
The first night was rough. Today was much better. Isabel is very delayed. It’s hard to tell why, or how much of it is shock. She is as delayed as Tess and Gigi were. Her heart is bad. Her lungs are badly damaged, I can tell already.
All I can do is gear up to fight the same fight we fought for them.
At about 11pm last night, after having been awake for so many hours, I finally sat down and ate some of the cake I bought to celebrate Isabel.
It was delicious, but not as delicious as FINALLY getting our girl.
–FullPlateMom, who is ready to fight for her girl.