Another day, another email from Ann Marie to share. Dang it...just as I was headed into the old photo albums. Don't worry, she won't be able to keep this up for another 5 weeks! (Mom, when you get home can you please take all AMG's old school pics and scan them to me? That in itself could keep us all entertained for 5 weeks!)
One thing I have noticed about the Uganda culture is that everyone and I mean everyone is vague. They don't like to be specific at all. The more vague they are with their answers the less accountable they will be held. Since we are guests in their country we will respect their vagueness and not push them too hard... You have no idea just how hard this is for me at times.
Back to my story, we had met with a probation officer (that works in the region our daughter is from) on Friday afternoon right before heading to our daughters "home". He wanted to check us out and ask a few questions before we met our daughter. I can't say I blame him either, I'd certainly want to check someone in our situation out too. Monday morning we were suppose to meet with a different probation officer (this one works in the region that our daughter "home" was). When we got there I could tell there was some sort of a problem. No one would tell us what the problem was, they were as clear as mud and said, there might be a problem. I was so frustrated and mad because I knew we had court the next day and that something was wrong but I didn't know what... We left the office with our friend, driver and two social worker for our daughters home in the car and headed to get to the bottom of the "problem." I later found out what the "problem" was which did end up being nothing but to protect my daughters story I am not going to go into details. I'm just going to pull a vague move here and say it had more to do with miscommunication than anything else.
So after an extremely stressful Monday and very little sleep that night we got up early head back to the probation officers office. Our daughter was delivered to that office on a boda, boda (unsafe motorcycle taxi) and handed to us by the probation officer and that's how we received custody. From his office we quickly headed to the court house for our hearing. After waiting about 2 hours we were called in for our case. Everyone that was suppose to show up did (which might be a miracle in and of itself) and everything seemed to go fine... That is until our judge gave us that date we would get our ruling. After he said Dec. 2nd I'm pretty sure my eyes bulged right out of my head. Our lawyer talked to the judge trying to get it moved but he seemed just fine with it where he had set it. I was told that the courts would be closing in mid November for the holiday season. I was also under the impression that most rulings came about one week after the court date. So to say I was shocked would have been an understatement... I never saw it coming. I held it together until I walked out of the room and found out that the reason it was pushed back was because the judge is going on vacation... That's. When. I. Lost. It... All out, couldn't catch my breath, hiccup sobs- classy.
The best news of the day came when I later learned that earlier when the probation officer handed our daughter over to us it meant that we got to keep her in our care. I was wondering why so many pictures were being snapped... Turns out the "home" couldn't hand over our girl to us, it had to be the probation officer. So as much as I'll miss my boys while I'm away at least I have my girl to get through this with me.
More about my girl tomorrow...