We began this journey on her 2nd birthday, December 18, 2009 and will finish it up 8 months later almost exactly on my birthday. What a present! Her Gotcha Day anniversary and my b-day will always be linked. The seconds are like minutes and minutes are like hours. So, slowly the clock ticks, both of us are wondering if this is really going to happen, feeling a bit sick to our stomachs. Trinity is so excited-bouncing off the walls. Right now I feel fear, this being a second child I kinda know what to expect, but we have some new factors added to the equation. Fear of the unknown creeps up, are we ready, is this the right thing to do, what if this...what if that...
We are going to be so happy on the one hand, and so very sad for her on the other, as she is about to be taken from all she has ever known and loved. We both tear up whenever we talk about it. Right now we are planning the greeting strategy. Trinity will give her a special doll, Shana will have a back pack ready for her (with super action Cheerio dispensing power- like Batman's utility belt this pack is) and I will be sitting on the ground videotaping with the ultimate go-to attention getter...bubbles. And I ask you, what child can resist the bubbles? The Tarver's play hardball, we come strong or we don't come at all!
Will it be a wonderful-picturesque-idyllic-handoff where she comes running into the room (well, maybe walking fast because of her heart condition) with a grin from ear to ear straight into her new family's arms...or will it be the complete opposite? At some point she will need to mourn her loss, the sooner the better, but I don't ever want her to hurt. This parent gig really sucks sometimes. Makes my stomach ache. Nerves are raw and emotions are heightened. My mind says it's time for the new baby. My body says its time for the daily Pepto dosage.
To kill some time, we went down to the WalMart to get some supplies-rubber duckies for bath time, snacks for the wait- now what can she eat, can't read the labels, what is in this? why are the yogurt drinks lukewarm? what are we going to eat? does this travel well in a backpack? will bananas make her constipated?- I say down because it is literally down in the basement of a mall next door to the hotel. And brother, FIESTA has nothing on this place.
Our guide will meet us at 3:10. We are down to the last half hour. Game time. Ice in the veins and love in the heart. We're are coming to getcha, baby! 8^)
Here we are at the meeting place. Minutes away.
We are going to be so happy on the one hand, and so very sad for her on the other, as she is about to be taken from all she has ever known and loved. We both tear up whenever we talk about it. Right now we are planning the greeting strategy. Trinity will give her a special doll, Shana will have a back pack ready for her (with super action Cheerio dispensing power- like Batman's utility belt this pack is) and I will be sitting on the ground videotaping with the ultimate go-to attention getter...bubbles. And I ask you, what child can resist the bubbles? The Tarver's play hardball, we come strong or we don't come at all!
Will it be a wonderful-picturesque-idyllic-handoff where she comes running into the room (well, maybe walking fast because of her heart condition) with a grin from ear to ear straight into her new family's arms...or will it be the complete opposite? At some point she will need to mourn her loss, the sooner the better, but I don't ever want her to hurt. This parent gig really sucks sometimes. Makes my stomach ache. Nerves are raw and emotions are heightened. My mind says it's time for the new baby. My body says its time for the daily Pepto dosage.
To kill some time, we went down to the WalMart to get some supplies-rubber duckies for bath time, snacks for the wait- now what can she eat, can't read the labels, what is in this? why are the yogurt drinks lukewarm? what are we going to eat? does this travel well in a backpack? will bananas make her constipated?- I say down because it is literally down in the basement of a mall next door to the hotel. And brother, FIESTA has nothing on this place.
Our guide will meet us at 3:10. We are down to the last half hour. Game time. Ice in the veins and love in the heart. We're are coming to getcha, baby! 8^)
Here we are at the meeting place. Minutes away.
More to come....
Oh, I remember seeing your daughter's picture on the shared list. She is gorgeous. Can't wait to hear more about how she's doing!
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Congratulations!
ReplyDeleteShe has grown so much and she is beautiful!
ReplyDeletethe anticipation to hear more....she is beautiful!! congrats!
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