Yesterday we had a 3:30 appointment with OUR NEW BABY. The kids had a good rest in the early afternoon while David and I got together the things we needed to bring to this meeting. We had to wake the kids up from naps, which is never a good scene, but we managed it and had everyone in the lobby to meet our guide at 3.
We were in the office for all of three minutes when this group of folks came in and rushed at us. One of them dropped a baby in my arms and then all of them (it seemed) began taking picture after picture while this little one screamed and tried to get away from me as best she could - leaning way back away and stiff as a board. She had a lot of hair. That was all I could see at first. And her mouth, with all of its troubles, was so red and angry looking that it seemed like a major wound. She would not be consoled. If she stopped crying a little she looked at us again and cried fresh tears. Oh, she was so sad.
We had to do very important paperwork RIGHT AWAY. While we were meeting our little angry one. Our guides had warned us that we would not know our own names at this point, and boy, were they right. We were told to look at our passports to compare to a form that showed just basic stuff like our birthdates, etc. and I really needed to!
The kids were so very, very sweet. Faith wanted to hold her immediately. Even though she was screaming. And Davis kept banging his stroller against my legs and saying, "Pearl, stroller?!" because he wanted to roll her out immediately and take her with us. Then they went running around the office already taking full advantage of our divided attention. David held Pearl for a few minutes as well. I didn't think she was quite as upset with him as she was at me.
Finally we were able to leave. Pearl kept crying, and I was feeling very helpless until I got ahold of myself and just did what I always did when the other two were little and beyond themselves with emotion and fatigue. I held her tightly and bounced her gently and Shhhhhhd her until she went to sleep. Pretty quickly. And then she slept for a while. I held her in the car while David and our guide went to pizza hut and a small grocery for diapers for both(!) kids.
Pearl was fine until she woke up and saw it was still us. She fussed and cried a lot yesterday afternoon and evening. She screamed whenever the kids got close to her, which was hard for Faith who still asked to hold her at every opportunity even though Pearl would act horrified when Faith came within an armslength.
She had moments of calm, though, and we were able to give her a bottle, though it was a slow, messy process.
And there was one beautiful moment when I passed in front of the mirror and she saw herself and gave an enormous smile that lit up her whole face - so sweet!
There were some hard moments, too. She is so thin. It was hard to see how thin until I was changing her out of the many layers that she was dressed in. Man, she is tiny. I am working on not worrying about it.
She went to bed around 7 very easily (as reported - sensible and obedient) and slept all night. It was a great rest for all of us, as we were all asleep soon after her. Good thing, because we were up early this morning and had plenty of time to leisurely get ready for our 9 am appointment to sign our official yes papers to adopt our girl.
Things started to improve this morning. Pearl was still disappointed to see us when she woke, but she was less constantly upset about it as before. She did well at the appointments, and since we were done with them and given official approval for our adoption by 10, we had a lot of time to hang out here as a family today. I had a chance to experiment with a couple of different feeding methods we had on hand, and several of them proved more successful today. (Thanks, Beth, for providing these!!!) And Pearl got more and more comfortable with us. She is less stiff now and we got a few smiles out of her - these came easier and easier as the day went on. And there was a really precious time when Faith and Davis were able to stand close to Pearl and she put out her hands to them and started holding their hands. I can't tell you how adorable it looks when her tiny, dainty little hand is placed in Davis's. Davis turned it into one of his favorite games, as he started shaking her hand and saying, "Nice to meet you, Pearl." That seemed to be a breakthrough moment, as afterwards Pearl was much more comfortable with them though she still has her limits.
There is so much more to say, but again the energy is gone. Thanks so much for your prayers and support, everyone. I could not have imagined yesterday that Pearl would come so far so fast in relating to us. I'm trying to add photos, but it is not working. (Or I just added four copies of the same one.) I'll try again tomorrow.