In the middle of all of the death, destruction, suffering, chaos and confusion, there were people in high levels at the US government, the Haitian government and the Canadian government that were working on another problem/challenge.
They were working on this thing called, “Humanitarian Parole.” What does that mean? Essentially it means that the governments agree that if an adoption is already in process, then the child in question would be allowed to go home to their adoptive parents and finish the paperwork from there. Essentially, it was a way to get these kids out of Haiti, out of stressful situations and free up resources so that other children can be taken care of.
From January 13 on, there were people looking into this, talking about this, trying to make this happen and pushing people they know and people they don’t know to do the best possible to get this to happen. A large part of what tied up my blur of each and every day during that time was communicating with the adoptive parents and other concerned parties and trying to make sure that everyone was on the same page in terms of what was happening, what information was needed and how it was looking. It wasn’t uncommon that I’d get calls from the same parents 2 or 3 times a day. I don’t blame them. Their child(ren) were stuck in what was without a doubt one of this century’s deadliest natural disasters.