Begin at the Beginning

Part One:



We left on June 16 and arrived in Moscow on June 17 in the middle of a raging thunderstorm. They closed the airport we were supposed to land at, so we were rerouted to the other airport. Then we were held on the ground while British F'n Air decided if we should be allowed to get off the plane, or if they should hold us on this plane until the storm cleared and we could refuel and fly 45 minutes back to the original airport. An hour later, they allowed us to disembark.



By some miracle our translator was waiting for us, and we have never been so happy to see anyone before. It was very late, my husband and I had been traveling for over 16 hours-- and I cannot sleep on planes, all we wanted was to get to the apartment that we had rented. We were also so happy and relieved to be standing in the same city as our little boy. It felt like a homecoming for both of us, especially when the old grey van that we had used for the first trip came roaring up to the curb.



We got into the apartment that we had rented about an hour later, after a quick stop to get some bottled water and crackers to get us through the night. After getting our bags up the stairs, our translator E. told us she'd pick us up at 11 the next morning to go see our boy! As tired as I was I could barely sleep.



The next morning I bolted up and into the shower, and couldn't eat or drink anything because I was so nervous. She picked us up, and we drove the half hour drive to the baby home. It was so amazing being back in Moscow, everything was familliar, and this was so comforting. We didn't know how our boy would react to us, and after nine weeks of waiting on pins and needles, and imagining this moment, well. It'd be hard for anything to live up to our level of anticipation.

to be continued....