Thursday, July 7, 2011
Congo--the good, the bad, and the sweaty--Part III--finally in our arms
When Papa L dropped us off at the guest house he said he would be back to pick us up at 7am and take us to the babies. I spent the night in an absolute fog. I was exhausted, but didn't sleep a wink. I was going to meet my boys.
And then I held my boys. JoJo was first. He came to me easily, but from the start was the squirmiest baby ever. While we sat on the couch inside he tried to climb out the window. After that, I passed him to Brian. Next, our sweet timid Manny. He didn't want to be held by strangers. He was sad and hot and hungry and sleepy. I held him for a few minutes and then let one of the daughters take over and comfort him a bit.
So here is where I am going to gloss over a lot of our trip. That afternoon we made our first visit to the US Consulate. We thought we were getting the boys visas that day. We didn't. Or the next day, or the next. After several very long, stressful, angry, tearful visits to that office we finally got the visas on Thursday. Which set us back almost a full week. Our trip was supposed to take 2 weeks. Now it would be 3. Now we had to explain to our children back home why Mommy and Daddy were not coming home. We would miss Grace's 4th birthday. We had to scramble to make sure we had enough money to cover an extra week of food and lodging. We had to reschedule flights. I mean, you know there is the chance that things will not go exactly the way you plan them on a trip like this, but I did not handle this change of plans well at all. Brian and all the very nice people that we were staying with were probably ready to vote me off the island!
I was so incredibly angry and I missed Grace and Haven more than I was prepared for. I cried. A lot. And the boys were both sick and it was hot and the food was NOT amazing. Really, I'm embarrassed at how depressed and whiny I got in that first week. Every night we would skype with the kids at home and every night I would go back to our apartment in tears. I don't know how I would have made it through this trip if it hadn't been for the extraordinary people who were living through it all with us. Having that group of parents and their kids to lean on and share with made it all so much more bearable.
And so that will be my next post--an ode to the wonderful families that shared my adoption journey. After that I'm going to do a post about the 2 orphanages I got to visit and a post on the random details that have stuck with me since the trip.