Not much to say except "Pack your bags Ethel, we're goin' to town." It has truly been amazing the things that have fallen in place for us the last two days. You probably wouldn't believe us if we tried to tell them to you. Heck, I don't know if I would believe it if I tried to retell it myself. But the bottom line is that we have our hands full of completed paperwork and we are scheduled to be on the first train (actually plane) out of Dodge tomorrow (Saturday). Our intenary puts us getting to the airport at 10 PM on Saturday night. Coy has been wonderful to travel with these past 2 days. When we picked him up on Thursday, we stayed at the orphanage about 10 minutes saying goodbye and signing some papers and then it was 9 (NINE) hours in the van. One stop, for gas, nothing else. Well, Stacey and I did go to the restroom but here is a little advice for anyone traveling via car in Ukraine: if you have to go to the restroom, go somewhere, anywhere, except the gas stations. Wow. But Coy did wonderful on that trip. We left around 1 PM local time and got in around 10 PM. He slept from 9 PM until 10 PM but then woke up when we got to the apartment but went back to sleep pretty easily. He woke up at 5 AM with the sun and was up most of the day today. Because we had paperwork and appointments around town, we stayed in the car most of the day today too. We joked that he probably thinks that we live in a car. If he could call his friends, he might say "I live in a van, down by the river!!"
We plan to have a summary post of this whole thing sometime early next week to let everyone know that we made it home safely.
3 comments:
I'm so happy for your family that things have fallen into place. You must be so excited to have your whole family together at last!
Hello,
We don't know each other, but reading your posts has caused me to bawl like a baby...it's like re-living our history. In July 2005, we adopted a little boy who had just turned 3, from Belgorod-Dnestrovsky, UA. He was born with cleft pallate and lip, and a severely deformed upper jaw. Only his lip had been closed. We remember all the emotions you described, and more. "Veech" (morphed from Vitya, the Russian nickname of Victor) just turned 5 a few days ago. Four surgeries, five clothing sizes, and countless miracles after that fateful, harrowing appointment at the NAC (now the SDA), we thank God-often through tears- for helping us make one of the greatest decisions of our lives. HE IS SO PRECIOUS, and he couldn't fit better with us if he'd been born to us. We love our boy. I just wanted to say that if you ever want to talk to someone who also knows about adopting a cleft-affected little boy from Ukraine, we're your folks!
If you're interested, here's our story:
http://burchardadoption.spaces.live.com
Our adoption story is in June-July 2005, but if you want a little peek at what the journey's been like for us since then (and maybe a little at what you have to look forward to), then keep reading after the July 2005 entries.
God's many blessings on your precious family!
Gratefully,
MaryJo (and Kenny) Burchard
parents to Victor
Thanks be to God. Be safe. Love and prayers, Shelley
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