Okay so I am the one who got the mail for home yesterday. I thought I looked at it saw a cellphone bill and went arg and tossed it aside. My husband comes home and asks. "did you look at the mail?" I replied "i thought so why?" He gives me a huge envelope that has "medical records." It's only one of the two requests I made but it's something. I didn't see a phone number that I could call from work but I did submit an email asking if they also handle the records for the other facility. I'm waiting to hear back from them. They did include a separate page that clearly states "if you requested additional records which are not included those were forwarded to the appropriate place and you should be receiving them shortly." Still it never hurts to ask to get clarification. In my case I feel like every person I speak to says something different.
On a side note I did notice a blog I had been following who recently adopted a baby in December and he's having his baptism. That's so wonderful and great to read that everything is going so great for them. When I read others struggles and see that their stories had a happy ending. I sigh with happiness and hope.
Hears hoping and wishing and praying and thinking and keeping the faith. :)
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