Today we were assigned a judge and for reasons that I cannot discuss on a public forum, we had to wait until July 5th for a court date. We were hoping for something next week like the other families, but we are just so grateful that we were able to get a date before the shut down. (Did I mention that Marina rocks?)
So, here is a rough estimate of how the rest of our trip should go (don't forget that nothing here goes according to plans):
Court on July 5th
July 6th -10 day wait period starts
July 16th-gotcha day (where we bust Quinton out of the orphanage forever!)
July 17th-take train back to the capital city
July 18th-start embassy paperwork to get Quinton a visa, passport, and medical exam (this could take about a week, but hopefully shorter)
Last full week in July sometime-FLY HOME!!!
Today when we took Quinton back to his nannies, I sat him down on a bench to take off his outside clothes and his whole demeanor changed. He knew that he was back with his groupa and was probably going to spend the rest of the day in his playpen and his little face got so sad. It was pitiful. He became a completely different little boy-and then I saw it in his eyes. He slipped into this zone and completely spaced out. This must be how he copes everyday. He goes into his own little world and just stays there. He is not aware of what is going on around him and he just lays and does nothing. Nothing at all. I know how ill I get when cabin fever sets in after about 2 days and I cannot imagine how it feels to do nothing day in and day out. My little guy is 16 months old, but he has experienced so many "firsts" this past week. This is the first time he has had someone love on him so much, and the first time he has had someone to cheer him on as he reaches developmental milestones. I hate giving him back everyday, especially when I know that I am giving him back only to succomb to his own little world. We are only staying about 10 minutes (walking distance) away and I want to sneak him back with me so badly it breaks my heart. I have to force myself not to think about it, but instead to focus on how much brighter his little eyes light up every time he realizes that we came back. I keep waiting for the day that he will see us in the doorway and reach for me-his mommy.