Okay- so late in the day on October 3, 2008 I received the call for my beautiful baby girl. I was getting my vaccinations for the trip to Ethiopia, hoping, hoping, hoping to have a reason for them soon. My phone went off in between Hep A/B and Yellow Fever and I apologized profusely to the doctor for being so rude by forgetting to turn off the ringer. She told me to hang out in the waiting room for 20 minutes after the shots to make sure there weren't any adverse effects, and as I sat there I remembered to check my voicemail. It was Children's Home, my agency. It was my social worker! When she told me the news I cried and cried. 5 1/2 month old, Heaven.