

In the summer of 2007, we began the adoption process again. My daughter had been begging for a sister, and with four brothers, was tired of being outnumbered. At three years old, she would come down the stairs in the morning, and say “Daddy, last night, I dreamed there was a knock on my door. I opened it and there was a little girl who said, ‘I am your sister! Let’s play together and be best friends.’ That was a good dream, Daddy.” Yes, she really does lay it on that thick.
We were in the process of having our homestudy updated when we
received an update picture of Alemteshay. She looked so much like
our Ethiopian son, Patrick. She had a gorgeous and sassy smile
on her face and I was in love. I felt like she was meant to be
our daughter. I knew that my husband was not on board with the
idea of an HIV + child, so I scanned just her picture and emailed
it to him. He wrote back, “That looks like my daughter.” That
night when he came home, he asked me about her and I told him
that she was from AHOPE and was positive. He said, “Tell me about
HIV.” Luckily, I had mercilessly grilled a Pediatric HIV nurse
practitioner friend a few weeks earlier, so I was prepared for
his questions. After that discussion, we decided that Alemteshay
would be our daughter. We turned in paperwork to the adoption
agency and began the wait to bring her home.
During that time, I found amazing resources. We had an awesome
support group and Project Hopeful offered excellent information
about the waiver paperwork that all families adopting an HIV +
child must submit to immigration. After we passed court, Carolyn
Twietmeyer emailed me to remind me to fill out one last bit of
paperwork so that McLane, PH’s attorney, could help out with the
waiver if necessary. After all the paperwork that we had done,
it slipped my mind and I left without it.
Our embassy appointment went as planned and I thought all was
well until three days before we was supposed to leave. I learned
that our paperwork was missing some medical information that should
have been completed by my daughter’s doctor. Frantic, my husband
emailed Carolyn and patiently, she made sure that we got the paperwork
quickly and gave us a way to send it back, not easy in a country
without consistent mail service or electricity. As I waited impatiently
for everything to be completed, Project Hopeful took the ball
and ran with it. Mclane worked to make sure that the embassy knew
about my wait and helped encourage the staff to process the paperwork
quickly. Carolyn became a pillar of support to me. Every day,
she sent me an email that was full of encouragement and empathy.
Those emails helped me so much while I was there. I had someone
that I could look to while I waited without any real idea of how
long my wait would be. When my daughter and I stepped on that
plane to go home, I said a prayer of thanks to the wonderful people
at PH who had helped so much.