2 months ago today, my mother and I went to the orphanage in Fryazino, Russia and gave my baby girl a forever family. Today, hasn't been exactly the celebratory day I had planned on. I was dressed and ready to go to work at 8:30 and she still wasn't making noise in her room. I don't know if anyone else gets that sick feeling in their stomach when a bedroom is quiet too long, but I had it. I wandered into her room as usual with a huge smile. Ariana barely opened her eyes. Her hands were trembling and clearly she was weak. I sat in the rocking chair to see if she would go back to sleep or if she would sit up. She just looked at me. So, I went to her crib and reached in for her. She lifted her arms to let me know she wanted to be picked up. And, for the first time in her life, she was comforted while she was sick. I got my first body melting hug. She just laid on me, with no strength what so ever. I have longed for that body molding hug, but not in that way for sure. She coughed to throw up a few times. She didn't have a fever. It was the most bizarre illness I have ever witnessed. Her hands trembled and she laid like a sack of potatoes. No congestion. No coughing. No fever. No hives... nothing. Just trembling and weakness.
I laid in bed with her draped on top of me (another first) and she fell asleep. Eventually, I rolled her over and she slept while Ian and I worked on each side of her, worrying. She had a few sips of juice before falling asleep and when she woke up she drank about 9 ounces of apple/grape juice. Slowly she started to feel better. I took her to the kitchen where she ate and ate and ate. She seems OK now. It was the most bizarre health event I have ever witnessed. Fortunately, we have a doctor appointment on Monday so I can talk to him about it. On the "glass-half-full" side of things, I did get to comfort my baby for the first time in her life. She did honestly want me. She wanted my comfort. She felt better in my arms. I felt like we broke through one of our walls. We connected. My being there for her and being a source of happiness connected us. It was bad. But it was also really good. I was more than a care giver. I was her mother.
We have had many really good moments lately. Today my hair was over my face and she asked "Where is she?" I moved my hair aside and she said, "There she is". HELLO!! That was a 3 word sentence! Gotta love that! Her speech is getting so much better. She is copying everyone and learning so much. Not just words, but how to do things like open the front door or how to play with a toy. She is having a learning explosion. It is just awe inspiring.
She is down for her afternoon nap now. I should be napping too, but I am indulging myself with soap operas and the Internet. Tonight, I am going to try my first Sneaky Chef recipe. Hopefully, I can get some sneaky good Spaghetti and Meatballs into my kids. We shall see if my kids can be fooled or not. Actually, we shall see if my 15 year old food processor works. I think it will be the first time I have ever used it!! If you didn't know, I forgot to attend the domestic goddess classes.
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