Day 7 Thursday

Sifan refused the clothes I brought….she found a traditional Ethiopian dress in my shopping bags and fell in love with it. She put it on but it was way too big for her. We tried to pull it up and there was nothing we could do it make it better. I tried to get her to take it off but she wasn’t having it. She spent so much time pulling it up that the straps started to break off. So I asked for a needle and thread. I sewed the straps up so that the dress when not touch the floor anymore…..unfortunately it was so tight on her arms that it wasn’t comfortable. She indicated that she wanted it off….so we took it off and I showed her the options for clothes and she rejected them all and asked for the dress again. So she wore it too tight and all.

Before breakfast Beti apologized to me for not telling me I had an appointment and it helped me to feel better. A few days later Ferihwot apologized for the mistake…saying that they are all new to this process….it really helped me to not be so angry with BFAS. I am okay with mistakes….it hurts but it hurt more to be blamed for something that is not my fault. Torrey called me to tell me that sifan had not even had the shot yet to test for TB so there was no way really that I would be leaving on Friday.

The Dr. accompanied us to the Embassy to see if we could get an embassy appointment for Monday or Tuesday since we did not have the TB results. Meg passed the embassy quickly and with little incident. The Dr. talked for a long time at the window and said that we could have a Monday or Tuesday appointment. I left in tears……I was still holding out hope that somehow we would still be able to pass the embassy somehow. The Dr. took us to a nice ET restaurant but all I wanted to do was cry….infact I did cry ….alot. The Dr. asked me why I was crying…..duh……I told him I missed my family and needed to go home. He said he was glad to see that I was crying because he thought I was a tough, strong woman and now he knew that I was sensitive. He said that I would not be alone and would make the extra stay fun.

We then went back to the care center. Meg’s dad went drinking with the Dr. and then meg and Berhane were whisked away to leave me….well alone…in my tears. I was told that morning that someone from Sifan’s birthfamily was at the Care Center and I was supposed to go….Meg was supposed to videotape it for me so I waited for her to return so I wouldn’t miss this important time on video. After about 3 hours someone came to take me to Meg’s celebratory bonfire. Sifan showed everyone her pictures and named everyone in them with pride. Meg came about an hour later with Berhane from the spa. Meg looked fabulous. We ate and Sifan fell asleep on the couch. When we got ready to go home I noticed that she had wet herself……with no change of clothes on hand Meg’s dad scooped her up and laid her on my lap for the ride home. At home I had to cut her out of her dress, changed her underwear and tried to put pj’s on her….she woke just in time to refuse the Pj’s so I put her under the covers in her underwear….she fussed for a few minutes and fell asleep.