I've talked to some people lately that think our kids are already adopted.
I've talked to some other people lately that think we at least have an adoption date set.
We are entirely in limbo. We're waiting for the judge to sign the final orders moving our kids' cases to the adoptions department of CPS, where we can begin an entirely new, though shorter, process.
All biological parental rights have been relinquished or terminated. We have Mediated Settlement Agreements in place for all kids outlining post-adoption contact with their first mom. There is nothing else standing in the way of us and an adoption day but CPS itself. Whop whop. We've been in this limbo for the big kids since July and for Baby since September. The good news is that all this stalling will allow Baby's case to fully catch up and the two separate cases will become one when we do get the final order to move to the adoptions unit of CPS. We'll have one adoption day for all kids, which we much prefer.
I've talked to some people that think we are just dying for adoption day. In a way, yes. It'll mark the end of an exhausting process and the beginning of known permanency. We won't have to write down medicine doses anymore and will be able to get anyone we want over to babysit. But really? It won't change a whole lot. These kids won't miraculously feel more like our kids just because a judge says so. I'm not going to instantly begin staring at my daughters with even more awe of their beauty just because I'm legally their mom. We won't suddenly love them measurably more just because we have pieces of paper showing their last name matching ours. These are already our kids. Maybe not to the state of Texas. But in our hearts? No doubt.