We have been here just over two weeks and are starting to miss the comforts of home a little. Mostly missing Zoya....okay and a dryer, and maybe some pots and pans to cook with and some silverware, cups, you know all those things that make you feel like you're not camping LOL. Really though having friends here is enough at times to make me forget that we are 5,000 miles from home...such a blessing. So I really can't complain. We had uno night at our apartment last night and tonight we spent some time sharing stories at Anna and Jerad's apartment. Jerad said he would kill Anna if she blogged about how he accidentally signed "I love you" to our taxi driver, which was quite comical. He was trying to tell the guy that we were there to adopt babies, but he needs to brush up on his sign language skills. Hands crossed over chest with a smile looking at the taxi driver....we are wondering if that is why the taxi driver asked if he should stay and wait for us...really I think he was just hoping to wait for Jerad. So since Jerad never said anything about me bloging about his love for the taxi driver, I consider it fair game.
It was a much needed night to relax a little bit after an emotional visit with Mila in the morning. She is definitely sick and unfortunately its not just teething like some of you had mentioned and I had hoped. Her temperature was even higher today almost 103, so we called our translator and asked her to tell the doctor. The doctor came in and felt her head and said no! and then left. 30 minutes later she came back to check her out and she has a fever...I just couldn't believe it (sarcasm noted). They gave her some medicine for her fever which smelled like sugar water. The doctor said it is probably just a cold or the flu. Sorry but with a baby with lung and heart issues I'm not sure there is really such a thing as "just a cold." Prior to all this I had walked in to get her and she was laying in her crib alone quietly crying with tears running down her little cheekies. Oh you can't imagine how my heart hurt again. Then when I held her I could tell she just was not feeling well. She was doing a weird gulping or gasping thing every now and then. I looked at her and almost lost it. I tried to whisper a promise to her that she would never be alone and sick again once she was home, that she has so many people who love her already, that she is wanted and needed and full of worth. I didn't make it through all the words I wanted to tell her because the burning lump in my throat wouldn't let me. I felt so helpless. I wanted so badly to make it all better. There are so many more emotions and parts to today's story that I don't have words for yet. Today was a very hard day for me. I've said it a million times but to see the pain and suffering and lonliness orphans go through...well today I honestly felt like my heart couldn't take seeing any more. Where are all the mommies and daddies for these babies? What else can I do? How can this crisis be fixed?
Just a couple pictures of this sweet little soul......
Thank you to all of you who are leaving friendly, supportive, and non-judgemental comments. It does our hearts good to hear every sweet word from all of you who are cheering us on! Thank you.