Boo hiss

Last night we received new pictures of Madelena, and this morning the woeful news that we have been kicked out of the process, yet again, for clerical issues. They feel her fingerprint on her birth certificate is too light, that a DNA document may have been altered from saying that there was a 99.27% chance that her birth mother was indeed her mother to saying that there was a 99.77% chance, and that one other document had not covered off on the possibility that I may have at some time, in some social or business circle, used Fleury as a last name. These are documents that have been in existence since last July and reviewed multiple times in the last 8 months by multiple reviewers.

Because I am sick, I decided not to hammer an egg with a coffee cup or dump the contents of my yet-again-filled-and-not-unpacked suitcase on the floor in a fit of pique. Instead, I'm going back to bed.

In bed, I can dream of the day when this beautiful little girl comes home, seeing her blow out her birthday candles, being kissed by her brother, sleeping on my chest in the soft glow of her retro Hawaiian girl nightlight, hearing her first words in any language. After these sweet dreams, I will rise rested and ready to face my next task: I will redo the affadavit and get it notarized in Oakland, drive to Sacramento to get it apostilled by the Secretary of State, and then take it to the Guatemalan Consulate in San Francisco, only open 3 hours a day and with a line of hundreds upon opening, FedEx it to Washington state so it can be checked by the agency and then FedExed to Guatemala City where it will be checked by our attorney and then he can wait in line at the PGN and start this crazy process all over again.

More fun and laughter when the Nyquil has worn off and the Guatemalans have blessed our paperwork.