We're Home!!!

We made it home last night.  Max was a real trooper yesterday, he woke up at 6 AM in Moscow and stayed awake until we landed in JFK, about nineteen hours later.   He kept himself and a lot of people around him up during the flight.  It's a good thing he's cute!  At 5:35 PM last night, Max became a United States citizen! 

Then it was home to a welcome celebration which he slept thru.  Oh well, we'll have to do another one with him in it.  He woke up a few times during the night and has been up for several hours now, he's still on Moscow time and he's a bit cranky today.  It will take him a while to adjust to the time change and all of the other changes in his new life.  I'll keep you posted.

Together At Last!

It’s a little after 11 PM at night, we’re back at the hotel room and we’re doing great!  Only problem is, Max is wide awake.  He’s lying in his crib watching everything I’m doing.  If I go into the bathroom, he sits up and waits for me to come out, he’s keeping a constant watch on me.  So I decided to sit right next to the crib while writing this, hoping that since I am so close maybe he’ll fall asleep, it’s not working. 

So how did we get here today, I had another successful flight (see my earlier post about what makes for a successful flight and you’ll understand, right Julian!), however it was delayed for three hours but when it took off all went well.  Then it was a 3 ½ hour ride to the orphanage, we got there at 7:10 PM, much later than planned. 

They were waiting for us so we could do the required paperwork and signatures.  They said that they told Max this morning that I was coming to get him; they said he got his clothes right away and he kept looking for me at the door all day.  They said he was anxious all day.  They also told me he had a high fever this morning and gave me some medicine for him, but he doesn’t have a fever now.

I asked if I could see where Max sleeps.  They took me upstairs to his groups’ bedroom and he was sitting there in the clothes I had given them for him.  He looked at me with his little smile and said Mama!  Yes, he does remember me!   They showed me the crib he sleeps in and his playroom and let me take a couple of pictures.  Then it was time to start the journey to Max’ new home. 

I thanked them for taking such good care of him.  They wished us a happy and healthy life together and told me I need to bring him back to visit. 

Max made sure I was initiated as his new Mama quickly, about thirty minutes into the car ride he started throwing up and continued for about an hour.  I’m pretty sure he’s fine now; he’s a smiling happy boy in his crib!   Right now he’s playing peek-a-boo with his blanket. 

This is finally the start of our new life together!

Posted at 11:25 PM Moscow time.

Moscow.... Again

I arrived in Moscow about 12:30 this afternoon, local time.  To me, any flight that takes off and lands as it should is a good flight.  It's what happens in-between that makes each flight unique and provides a story.  We boarded the plane on time, taxied out to the run way, sat for a little while, then literaly backed up to the gate.  That's right, the pilot put the plane in reverse and we went back to the gate.  I don't know why we backed up; but about and hour and twenty minutes later we took off.  The flight was a bit bumpy through out the night.  In the middle of the night, a new passenger made himself known on the plane.  The new passenger was a little yappy dog that got out of his carrier.  He was running up and down the isle barking away, it seems that he woke up and wanted to let everyone know about it!  I thought it was pretty funny even though he woke me and the people around me up.  It also seemed like his owner must be used to the barking because it took quite awhile for him to wake up then run down the aisle and get the dog.  Very funny to watch. 

Just got to the hotel a little while ago, lots of traffic.  Tomorrow morning I go for my medical exam then out to the orphanage to see the little man, I'm looking forward to that.

Posted at 3:45 PM, Moscow time.