A couple weeks ago we finally got the news that the results of our girls’ birthmother’s appeal of the termination of her parental rights was nigh. Rather than just getting a letter telling us the result, we got a letter telling us to come to court to hear the result. We aren’t required to come to court, but I almost always do just because I can’t bear to wait any longer to hear news.
Going to court was its usual bizarre experience. As usual, there’s not a specific time for our case, just a day, so you have to show up at 8:30 am and hope your case is early on the day’s docket. Pretty soon after I signed in with the bailiff, the girls’ (new) attorney came out to meet me and told me that there was a problem, that they hadn’t received the result of the appeal from the appellate court, but that she was going to call them and see what she could find out. (I’m not sure why she couldn’t have done that in the weeks leading up to the court date…)
After another hour or so of waiting in the crowded lobby, I got called in and the judge told me a bunch of legalese that I didn’t exactly understand, but I got the impression that it was good news. The judge asked me how they girls were and said I was excused. Afterwards, the girls’ attorney broke it down for me. The appellate court ruled back in December, upholding the lower court’s decision to terminate parental rights. But the paperwork never made it from the appellate court to children’s court, so that’s why the case got stuck in limbo for several months. Good thing I’d started to pester our social workers to find out why it was taking so long!
Anyhow, good news! We are now free to adopt the girls. The next step is to file to adopt them, which will happen next week, and then we hire an attorney to facilitate the adoption, which will be finalized in another 2-3 months.