One of the happiest moments in our adoptions was undoubtedly the call that we were out of PGN! For us that also happens to correspond to Thanksgiving. Say what? You got the call on Turkey Day? Your agency was working on Thanksgiving? Well not exactly, read on for a cool story and why tomorrow is the 10 year anniversary of something spectacular!
As background, we were extremely fortunate during our first adoption, back before I had any adoption-community notoriety, because our agency did put us in direct contact with our daughter’s foster family (with whom we remain very close today). So we got regular e-mail and picture updates directly from them. We knew what Dr. Montiel said on a checkup before our agency did often times.
So it was Thanksgiving Day. My wife and I were just about to leave the house for the 90 minute drive to friend’s in San Francisco. I don’t know why but something possessed me at the last minute to check my e-mail (and Guatadopt probably, I was hooked at the time). Low and behold, an e-mail from our family telling us that we had exited PGN.
Turns out there was a secretary at the attorney’s office who was a little loose lipped with the foster moms. In fact, often the biggest angels in the adoption system were the “insignificant” players who used their hearts. So the secretary had told our foster family.
At the time, we had our doubts. But we had no reason not to believe them. We also knew that there was no way in hell we could ask the agency, even if by some stroke of luck we could get her on the phone. To do so could have gotten our foster mom and the office angel in trouble. So we waited the whole weekend (and Monday as I recall) to finally get the official call.
So yes, it was ten years ago tomorrow that I knew, after infertility treatments, after a failed referral, after a second referral passed away, after the Hague Fiasco I would finally be a dad!