Thursday, May 24, 2012

Easy transfer difficult night

I did not want to be late to our meeting so I left an hour early for a 20 minute cab ride without any traffic. Anticipating traffic, we left at 1 for meeting at 2. Libby and I knew we were early so we grabbed the gifts out of the cab and went to walk toward Paris Baguette. But before we could, a Holt worker brought us and our things upstairs. The Social Worker DJ was in a meeting with another family. So we went to Starbucks. As we left, we saw Sarah with her foster mom. There was my daughter, and I was going to Starbucks?!?? After a VERY long 45 minutes it was my turn. We walked in the room to see her playing with a toy and dancing. DJ was telling me how smart she was and was a real crowd pleaser. She would wink, lick her lips and bow. She is Miss October in the Holt calendar! I asked the foster mom my questions to help me transition her. Then I presented them with our gifts and the foster mother took more clothes from the donations from my school for her next foster chid!

After an hour we got Sarah looked at by the doctor one last time, which she hated. We said our goodbyes and got in the cab. Sarahs foster mom was saying goodbye and smiling while Sarsh was waving and saying "lets go" in Korean. Sarah fell asleep on the way home. Once we got to the hotel she woke up and was so happy exploring her new surroundings.

Then bed. As the lights got dimmer she got more upset. She cried on and off and right now it's 11:33 and she officially wore herself out and sleeping on my chest. Hoping for a decent nights sleep for all of us.

Although this is written very clinically it was emotional but I get the need to keep my emotions in check and in control for Sarah's sake and her foster mothers sake. Being calm and carefully listening to the information was my way of honoring how truly important this moment was. But in retrospect, the moment was nothing short of amazing. Two families who do not speak the same language united in their love for a cute little winking, bowing, dancing toddler.

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