So it was August 23 at 4 AM when I woke up an hour before my alarm. I was so excited I couldn't stand it. As I got dressed and ready, I made sure every curl was perfect. I wanted to be beautiful for my son.
We were off. We loaded the plane and for the two hour plane ride I dreamed and cried and prayed and read as All Sons and Daughters blasted in my ears. Oh I could not wait to hold my baby. I prayed so hard for his little heart to not be broken too bad when we rip him away from everything he knows. For our hearts as we watch him grieve and for peace to swallow him up whole.
Then we landed. My heart felt like it was going to explode out of my chest. I was so anxious and so ready.
Here we are. On the same soil as our babies.
The car ride from the airport to Our hotel was long but seemed LONGER. Once we arrived we were told to put our things in our rooms and then we will head out for a tour of the city and grab lunch.....
At that point I couldn't have cared less about lunch. We were told that our boys were their waiting but we were headed off to ......LUNCH?! Agonizing. Lol
After our short tour of "over there is noodles, that way is noodles and that corner over there....great noodles". We were back at the hotel to grab our things to meet our baby.
We were told they were on the second floor. That elevator ride was intense. I felt like I couldn't breath. We had no idea what to expect. The elevator doors opened and we walked out. It was quiet and empty. Torture. 10 minutes later we are told they won't be there for another hour. Aggggggoooonnnny. So we waited.
Very very anxiously.
And then, an hour later, among table talk as we tried to pass the time, there he is. He was perfect. Just as I expected him to look. My son. Always has been, always will be. My son. He was held by his nanny. He held on tight to her. The instant he saw me he screamed out of terror and sadness. I was going to let him warm up to me but the orphanage Director grabbed him quickly from her arms and dangled him out to me. Poor baby. I took him and he was as stiff as a board. Leaning as far back away from me as he possibly could. I was not offended. I was sooooooo overjoyed to comfort him. I wispered, "I know baby. This is so hard. I know".
In China, the people there do not like it when babies cry. His orphanage director then swooped him out of my hands to comfort him. I had to fight my momma bear inside (WHAAAAAAT are you doing?!) but instead I stood by poised with a grin. I took him back and immediately walked to the farthest corner away from everyone in the room. I rocked him and sang to him through broken tearful song about how God made him and that I am his Mommy. I wispered "I am your Mommy" in Chinese. He slowly began to melt into me. I sang and sang and sang. Gods peace was abundant.
The next thing I knew, the Nannies were gone and it was just us. He held on to me for dear life. I'm sure he was very confused and scared, wondering where these strange people were taking him, yet again.
We immediately loaded in a car and headed to get his passport photo and a family picture to go in the paper that says "This child has been found". :)
He was terrified the whole time until mommy made some lousy car sounds and daddy have him a few licks of his sucker!
Then the rest is history! We went back to our hotel room and he LOVED being free. He loved being able to hold both his bottle and his soppy cup at the same time, for as long as he wanted. He tested ALOT of boundries but who wouldn't?! We loved him through it.
He loved playing with daddy and man oh man did he live the water. We all went to bed that night blissfully exhausted and profoundly thankful that our son is finally in our arms.
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