First of all, thank you for humoring my hissy-fit yesterday. I can't tell you how good that felt to type all that out...not "good" like I was happy doing it, but "good" as in therapeutic to vent my feelings before I went entirely crazy. I didn't mean to offend anyone with my anger, frustration, and spoiled brat behavior.
So, here's where we're at.
The baby is fine...well cared for and reportedly being carried around all day in a Snugly.
Roxana is doing well...back at school and refocused on her life with schoolwork, friends, and her goals for the future.
Our adoption attorney has worked with our agency to confirm their reasoning's for the week wait. They want Roxana to have plenty of time to reflect and decide if this is what she really wants. They are desperate to avoid another knee-jerk reaction from her. Also, from a legal standpoint, they needed this time frame so that if they were ever questioned, it is clear that they were in no way pressuring Roxana to make a decision quickly.
If she chooses to place the baby for adoption she will have the opportunity next Wednesday March 29th. Then the paperwork would be processed and the EARLIEST we would have Darby back with us is looking like Monday April 3rd.
That is IF Roxana chooses to do this.
IF
So I have about 10+ more days to live with "IF" It seems interminable right now so I'm going with this...
approximately 240 hours.
If you think about it, hours can disappear in chunks if you're not paying attention to them, you have to sleep some of them away, and they seem altogether manageable on a case by case basis.
So I will live with "IF" one hour at a time and pray they all go by as quick as they can.
