Today they called our facilitator again. They had a medical emergency with one of their parents over the weekend and apologized for not getting back to me. We agreed to meet tonight, the same cafe by my apartment as we met the first time.
I visited both boys today but had a driver this morning so I wasn't quite as tired as I normally would be having taken the bus and metro all day back and forth. After agreeing to meet them tonight, I went early for my visit with Hamilton so I could still get 2 hours with him but make it back into the city by 7:30. I'm supposed to visit from 5-7 but lately if I get there early they give him to me without any fuss and if I keep him past time they don't say anything. I guess that happens after 5 weeks of visiting 7 days a week. I had a great visit with Hamilton and was delighted when he expressed a new interest. I had propped him up on the couch and noticed him looking at the shelf. When I took him over he went straight for the truck on the shelf. This was new!! He couldn't quite figure out what to do with the truck at first. His attempt to shake it like he does with his rattles was quite unsatisfying and unsuccessful. After I showed him how to roll it back and forth he was quite mesmerized. I drug out anything on wheels I could find! His favorite ended up being a small train he could actually hold in his hand while I rolled the trucks back and forth to him. It was a nice change of pace and so good to see him expand his horizons all on his own. He truly has come so far! I, on the other hand, have regressed back to unhealthy habits and bought a coke at lunch. Hamilton saw it in my bag and made it very clear he wanted that bottle! He was a bit annoyed when he couldn't drink out of it (it resembles orphanage bottles) but quickly decided it was an interesting noise maker if he banged his rattle against it.
Ok so I digress...leave orphanage at 6pm. Take bus the few blocks to the metro because quite frankly I just don't feel like walking. Ride metro into the city, changing lines once to get to my district. Walk the few blocks to the restaurant around the corner from my apartment.
I arrived at the restaurant early and ordered water despite my thoughts about a glass of wine. They arrived with my interpreter right on time and were as kind and genuine as the first time we met. I breathed a sigh of relief. They brought me gifts. Local chocolates (which are fabulous!) and several very special items. The baby (don't know why that's what I still call him) was named at birth for Saint Dmitry, having been born on October 26th, the day of the saint. She so gingerly presented me with a picture of this Saint, his name sake, and I knew it was quite significant to her. She also gave me the baby's cross necklace and told me about having him baptized while they were still in the hospital. The jar of honey is a longer story I'll share some other time.
But this much I do know for sure-- Every situation and experience is unique to each family and child who is part of an adoption. Please do not judge someone else's journey, not on either side. It is not your place and you truly do not know. I am sharing this piece of our journey because it's such an important part, but that is also what makes it so sacred. If you have any thoughts about the baby's bio parents, please base them in compassion and prayer. As much as we are celebrating our child, they are mourning him.