November 14th, 2005. We will never forget this day -- it is the day we first held you!!Daddy and I woke up bright and early, I know neither of us slept well the night before out of excitement. We flew from St. Louis to Guatemala City with a three hour layover in Dallas.
We made it to the hotel and waited what seemed like eons for there to finally be a knock at the door, and in you came with your foster mama! It took all I had not to grab you immediately from her arms. It seemed like this day would never come, and now here you were: right in front of me!
You had just developed a bad cold, and the reason you and your foster mama were late getting to the hotel was that she had taken you to the doctor, and then the pharmacy to get medicine, and of course there was bad traffic throughout the city. Your foster mama obviously loved you and took excellent care of you. It's just that sometimes babies get sick. We could tell that she was somewhat embarrassed that you were sick, thinking that we might have thought she wasn't taking good care of you. We told her in our best broken Spanish that we understood and that it was ok. I think she understood us. I hope so, at least.
I'm sure it was terrible for her to walk away from you, the baby she had been taking care of for seven months. Her love for you was palpable. She asked us to send photos of you when you were home, which we did, so that she could see for herself that you were well, happy, and completely loved.
Here's some shots from our hotel room on the 16th floor.
