
We flew out on the 28th from Chicago to finally meet our little boy! It was a 13 hour flight with a stop in Zurich, but we made it okay. Met our coordinator in Moscow who brought us to the hotel and settled us in for the night for a 4 o'clock wake up call to head to the orphanage in region. Scarfed down a banana and some granola bars in the morning and headed out into the amazing traffic of Moscow. WOW, it's wilder then Chicago!
It was a 5 and a half hour drive to get to the orphanage, picking up the translator Marsha, and Tatianna who handled the paperwork at the orphanage. Sat down and went over his file with the director of the orphanage and then asked our questions. Then we waited as a caretaker brought Owen in to us. He was a little nervous you could see, but didn't make a fuss, and stared at us in wonder. It was the most amazing feeling to see him finally, just a bundle of nerves and trying not to hold on to tight to him. We were brought into the play room to spend some time with him to observe how he was developing for his age. He was all smiles when we brought him out his toy and played with that. He loves to bounce and has very strong legs. Dean taught him to give High-Five, it was so cute. Gave him hugs from Grandma and Grandpa and added all kinds of kisses from his aunts and uncles before they laid him down for his nap.
We then went for lunch at a very rustic Russian restaurant and tried the local fair. Very good Olivia Salad which is a new popular salad, and Dean had schnitzel. Talked a little about Russia and the area we were in, the language and Marsha asked a few questions about America. She will be going to school in Massachusetts to study literature. The Director asked if we were happy with Owen. I don't know how she could not notice that we glowed with happiness and told her yes, and she could see how anxious we were to get back to him. She said it would be a little longer so we sat and talked more, asked more questions about Owen and his siblings.
We finished the meal with a toast to Owens health and family which is tradition and headed back to the orphanage to sign the acceptance letter, and post placement agreement once again.
A social worker came in and went over Owen's mother and family who she knew fairly well. There is no information on the father. But we were satisfied with what was discussed. We offered our gifts, pulled out one of the 6-9mo outfits which fit him well, but he is almost ready for the 12mo size. Sat in the playroom until 5 that afternoon getting video and pictures and smothering him with love. He is a very mobile little guy and started to babble once he got comfortable. The doctor came in to say goodbye and Tatianna brought in another form for us to fill out and then left us for awhile longer.
Dean finally hit his sleep deprivation around five and couldn't function anymore so we decided it was time to go. :( I was holding my emotions in quite well until half way back to Moscow, Dean asked me what I was thinking about, and the tears just exploded out of me. It was hard to not think of him back in his crib and wondering about his new mah mah and pah pah. So we talked a little about what we would bring when we pick him up. I cried myself to sleep finally for a little nap.
Got back to the hotel showered and munched on the nuts and crackers in the room. I didn't have much of an appetite. Downloaded the pictures and videos to the computer and was ready to hop online when the power level warning alerted me to it's status. Located the adaptor and had no luck - it didn't accommodate the 3 prong power cord. Ugh! Went down to the hotel shops with no luck. We didn't have the laptop when we bought the adaptor and did not notice it was only 2 prong. So much for planning. Dean turned the TV on and I grabbed my book, and called it a night.