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This week has passed in a blur. However, right at this moment, my baby boy is sleeping in his own bed, in his own pyjamas and will be waking up to his own Mama tomorrow again. Having spent almost 4 days at his home, we got to come to our home yesterday evening. The days have been up and down and very back to front for him especially, which has sometimes resulted in the most beautiful laugh and smile I've ever seen and sometimes in the most dreadful, screaming, meltdown tantrums I've ever seen! For the most part, we are getting on fine, especially given the nutsness of HOW we had to come home.
Yesterday, I went to spend the morning (or so I thought) at the home before bringing my Tiny Human back to his forever home. The day was different already as their place was being fumigated so the children were invited to spend the day at a neighbour's ENORMOUS house, complete with paddling pool. He's a water baby. :) Whilst this was great fun, any kind of change like that can be a bit much for little people with a regular upbringing...therefore there were a few screaming fits throughout the day. So, instead of leaving after lunch around 1, we had to wait until my Favourite arrived from all the way across the city (she was late), sign some papers, take some photos, change (he lost his absolute mind), then try to bundle into a taxi and get all the way back across the city to go to the office to sign another bit of paper. Only then were we allowed to go home. We didn't get to leave the albergue till around 4.15pm and they have banged on about keeping his routine the same for the first while. Well, that's all great and I'd love to but his dinner time is at 4.30pm and we are about to be in Lima traffic for at least an hour and then at least another half hour...so what, I just chuck him into bed when we finally get home? Ludicrous. And cue the most ALMIGHTY tantrum trying to get him in the taxi. ALMIGHTY. Way to make this beautiful day the most stressful that it could be. When I was dealing with it all, I was just thinking 'get us the F out of here and let me get my baby home'; retrospectively, I think if I had had someone with me...not even a 'someone', just one of my someones...
Anyway, he fell asleep on my lap in the taxi and handled the office like a pro. We got home and he was just into everything straight away - exploring our house and playing with the dogs and seemed like he was quite happy! So out we went to walk the dogs - first time in his new buggy and he loved it. Back home for dinner, bath (not the prison like kind he's used to) and off to bed. It's the end of Day 2, but really our First Proper Day together and it has had very up ups and some pretty hard downs. He is heaven. Absolute, utter heaven. And he has a scream louder than any I've heard. But like I told him today, we have got this. We are going to get to know each other and figure it out together. I'm his person now and I couldn't be happier. I will always, always be his person. Forever and Forever.
That said, we have 10 days of checks to go through before it's official. They could still take him away and I'm legally entitled to say it's not working for me. Obviously that's not going to happen but I can't breathe properly until we have the absolute go that I'm his Mama.
Yesterday, I went to spend the morning (or so I thought) at the home before bringing my Tiny Human back to his forever home. The day was different already as their place was being fumigated so the children were invited to spend the day at a neighbour's ENORMOUS house, complete with paddling pool. He's a water baby. :) Whilst this was great fun, any kind of change like that can be a bit much for little people with a regular upbringing...therefore there were a few screaming fits throughout the day. So, instead of leaving after lunch around 1, we had to wait until my Favourite arrived from all the way across the city (she was late), sign some papers, take some photos, change (he lost his absolute mind), then try to bundle into a taxi and get all the way back across the city to go to the office to sign another bit of paper. Only then were we allowed to go home. We didn't get to leave the albergue till around 4.15pm and they have banged on about keeping his routine the same for the first while. Well, that's all great and I'd love to but his dinner time is at 4.30pm and we are about to be in Lima traffic for at least an hour and then at least another half hour...so what, I just chuck him into bed when we finally get home? Ludicrous. And cue the most ALMIGHTY tantrum trying to get him in the taxi. ALMIGHTY. Way to make this beautiful day the most stressful that it could be. When I was dealing with it all, I was just thinking 'get us the F out of here and let me get my baby home'; retrospectively, I think if I had had someone with me...not even a 'someone', just one of my someones...
Anyway, he fell asleep on my lap in the taxi and handled the office like a pro. We got home and he was just into everything straight away - exploring our house and playing with the dogs and seemed like he was quite happy! So out we went to walk the dogs - first time in his new buggy and he loved it. Back home for dinner, bath (not the prison like kind he's used to) and off to bed. It's the end of Day 2, but really our First Proper Day together and it has had very up ups and some pretty hard downs. He is heaven. Absolute, utter heaven. And he has a scream louder than any I've heard. But like I told him today, we have got this. We are going to get to know each other and figure it out together. I'm his person now and I couldn't be happier. I will always, always be his person. Forever and Forever.
That said, we have 10 days of checks to go through before it's official. They could still take him away and I'm legally entitled to say it's not working for me. Obviously that's not going to happen but I can't breathe properly until we have the absolute go that I'm his Mama.
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