Thursday, October 9, 2014

Five years ago today - We're coming home!

On our way home ... Part Two
Five Years Ago Today ... an Abby’s Road anniversary

            October 9, 2009. John Lennon’s birthday. I hoped that would be a good omen ...
            When we last left our adventurers, we waited for one of the most bureaucratically-ensnarled states of the union to approve the interstate compact so we could go home. It was the Friday before a three-day weekend. Oy ...
           

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            “Illinois is an hour behind New York, so the offices there would not open until 10:00 a.m. our time. We weren’t expecting any news from Ronnie until noon. ... I also posted (on Facebook) “(t)hanks for all the prayers for us getting to go home today. No luck though. Anyone want to join me for prayers to Wotan? Baal? Any deity that will listen?”
            Noon passed. So did 1:00. Then 2:00. Then 3:00. Esther lay down in bed and cried.  A few minutes later she fell asleep. The baby was fed and she slept as well. I stayed up and played World of Warcraft and waited for the baby to wake up.
            Soon it was four o’clock our time; three o’clock in Illinois.
            Three o’clock the Friday before a three-day weekend at a government office. By now people were sneaking between the partitions and cubicles, jumping through the bathroom windows and pushing their cars out of the parking lots.  Once out of earshot they’ll start the engine and get the hell out of there. The smart ones took that Friday off months before – those left were the bitter employees who were too late to get their vacation requests approved in time.
            Ties are loosened; wine and beer bottles are opened. The radio plays. “Two more hours and we’re outta here,” someone shouts from across the room. Is someone smoking? That’s doesn’t smell like tobacco…
            I took my frustrations out on my fellow WOW gamers. When I had finished at four o’clock I started a Facebook post; I took my previous post to its inevitable conclusion:
            “Oh Mighty Baal, please strike dead those who decided we should not be allowed to go home this weekend and curse their spawn to the third generation.”
            I was ready to hit “Send” when Esther's cell phone rang. She woke up and said hello in a groggy voice.
            It was Ronnie.
            We were approved to take the baby home.
            I told Esther to shut off the phone in case he calls back and said it was a mistake. We would crinkle some foil in front of the phone. “Sorry, bad signal – we’re already in Pennsylvania – what? What?”
            I could not have made the timing up. If I wrote it as part of a story the editors, critics and the reading masses would tear it to pieces. “What kind of melodramatic shit is this?”
            I added to my Facebook post: “ - hold on! As I type this we got our call! We're going home!!! Jesus came through at the last minute! Hurrah for Jesus (but you cut it pretty close there, Godboy! Watch it!!)!!”
            Esther was a little more pleasant. She always is… “Praise God!!! We are cleared to take Abigail home. Thanks for all the good thoughts and prayers. We’ll be offline a couple of days. Facebook by cell phone for now. Please ignore Mike’s post.”
            Harrumph!
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“Abby’s Road, the Long and Winding Road to Adoption and how Facebook, Aquaman and Theodore Roosevelt Helped” leads a couple through their days of infertility treatments and adoption. It is told with gentle (and sometimes not-so-gentle) humor from the perspective of a nerdy father and his loving and understanding wife.
Join Mike and Esther as they go through IUIs and IFVs, as they search for an adoption agency, are selected by a birth mother, prepare their house, prepare their family, prepare themselves and wait for their daughter to be born a thousand miles from home.

Copyright 2014 Michael Curry



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