I am awake, too awake because I haven’t taken my seroquel yet. I often forget and then it is 11:30 or so before I think, “why on earth am I still awake? Oh, yeah. Duh.”
Widget and I got to visit with two new babies today. Well, one baby is ten days old and the other is ten months but he’s new to us since he just came home from Guatemala. The moms are sisters the same ages as M and I. We all moved to Holland the same summer and were new kids together, plus they lived in our neighborhood, so we became friends. 16 years later, we still keep in touch. J is M’s age and she and her husband are the ones who adopted their son, little J, from Guatemala. A is my age and Baby H is their second daughter, their first (little A) is 4 months older than Widget. The older girls had to do a little bit of work on “sharing”- mostly Widget stealing toys away from little A or little J. You’d think we would be getting somewhere with sharing because we spend a lot of time with her cousin AE and we still see Rosie on occasion, but nope, sharing to her means MINE!
Baby H seemed so little, although she was 8 lbs and 20 inches when she was born. You forget quite quickly how tiny new babies are. I held her for awhile, which so DID NOT help the “baby lust” I have. I promised I’d look through Widget’s newborn clothing for anything I can loan to A since her girls were born in opposite seasons.
And it was wonderful, really wonderful to see J with Little J. She looked like a pro and things are going along well with their adjustment to being mommy/daddy plus Little J’s adjustment to them seems to be on track. Their whole process ended up being about 18 months, which is longer than they were told originally (I think it was 10-12 months then) but Little J is most definitely meant to be theirs. Oddly enough, he even bears a slight similarity to J, despite them being from entirely different ethnic backgrounds. I think if we did any sort of international adoption, Guatemala would be top on our list despite its ups, downs and unknowns and even with the possible complications from Hague Convention Treaty on Intercountry Adoption. For some reason, any time I think about us doing an international adoption, I think about Guatemala over anywhere else.
I would just rather not have to deal with the hassle, phone calls, harrassment that is bound to come over it. That’s what makes me anxious.
