Seven days from now we will be on a plane, flying 5,300 miles to our girl.
Our girl who has been transferred to the institution.
Yesterday I was a w.r.e.c.k.
I had a full on come apart in my office.
Boo hooing, mascara running.
The ugly cry.
I think about where our girl is.
I think about what she's enduring.
I think about her being moved from the baby house she was at for so long to a new, strange, scary place.
And then I heard from several mamas who adopted children who had been transferred.
And they reassured me that it may not be that bad.
And I take comfort in the fact that Katie was transferred with at least one other girl from her baby house, sweet Albina. Albina's forever family lives about 4 hours from us, and I am on a mission to find her when we see Katie. I will give her a hug, and tell her that her mama is coming. Soon.
I am not going to lie - I'm scared for Katie. But I have to live with where she is. And work like hell to get her home to us even faster. And hopefully, by adopting Katie - who is considered too damaged for a family - we will help the children we will leave behind. I have to believe that we will make a difference for these children in Katie's institution. I have to believe that Katie has been transferred to the institution so that when we bust her out of there, we are leading the way for the others.
Something good will come of this.