We had a rough night this evening at bedtime. Candace began to be very agitated out of the blue, and then began to cry about missing her family in Ethiopia. This was then followed by her loud and tearful insistence that if Daddy and Mommy hadn't wanted more kids, then she wouldn't have been separated from her great aunt in Ethiopia.
I tried really hard not to take it personally, but inside, I did. This is something that gnaws at me. I'm also angry. Angry and frustrated that the agency who placed the twins with us provided so little background. Angry that we suspect some of what we were told might not be completely true. Disheartened to hear many stories from many others who experienced some degree of deception during their adoptions with the same placement agency. So sad that my lack of knowledge hampers my ability to help my dear little one cope.
But always so, so in love with my little daughters.
My husband and I are committed to find out as much as we can. We have some missionary friends in Ethiopia who are going to try to help.
I also think that maybe two weeks in between therapy visits was too ambitious of a stretch at this point.
On a lighter note, because Emily says I'm going to lose my blog's fan base if I don't post pictures, here is a random cute photo:
