Sorry for the delay in posting! As you can imagine, the past 48 hours or so have been rather busy. I will say, though, that I am so happy to be typing this post from home! It feels so good to be back and to finally have our entire family of four together.
Our "day" started out at 1AM on Sunday, September 12th, with Sasha picking us up to go to the airport. We arrived there and checked out the duty free shop while awaiting the Chinns' arrival. We purchased some vodka there, only to have it confiscated when we arrived in Frankfurt since the EU doesn't allow visitors to bring in alcohol - doh! Too bad we didn't know this ahead of time or else we wouldn't have bought it! Of course, the duty free personnel at the Almaty airport didn't say anything, either, probably because they wanted to make a sale. Thank goodness we had only spent 5 Euros on it (only about US $6.40). The Chinns arrived, and then we all boarded the plane with the four of us taking up a bulkhead row for our flight from Almaty to Frankfurt. We were on an Airbus, and the amount of legroom on this particular bulkhead row (row 29) seemed to be more than usual. I think it's because the outer seats on either side of row 29 also happen to be at the emergency exits, so the four of us in the middle section of that row got extra legroom by default.
The first flight was 6 1/2 hours long and mainly uneventful, probably because it's a red-eye flight and most people were asleep. We gave Michael a bottle and laid him down in the bassinet once we reached cruising altitude, and he slept for most of the flight. We woke him up to feed him breakfast when there was about 2 1/2 hours left into the flight. We only had a 3 1/2 hour layover at the Frankfurt Airport before boarding our second flight direct to Houston. Needless to say, after going through Frankfurt Airport six times between both James' and Michael's adoptions, it's no wonder that I know where the baby changing stations are in Concourse A and the transit area in Terminal 1. I also know where most of the restrooms are, even the hidden ones in Concourse A that not everyone knows about.
The second flight from Frankfurt to Houston was 10 1/2 hours long and was the one I was more concerned about since it's mainly daytime traveling, and both times before when we took this flight (first time was with James as a baby and the second time was with James as a 4-year old), there were other babies on the flights that were pretty unhappy, making it difficult to get any rest. Of course, we were concerned that Michael would be the screaming baby on this trip since by now we were so off his usual schedule. However, we were pleasantly surprised, and Michael traveled very well again on this flight, mostly sleeping and only waking for us to feed and change him. He did fuss a couple of times, but no full-blown meltdowns, thank goodness. In fact, one of the other passengers on our same row (but across the aisle) said that he didn't even realize there was a baby on our row since Michael was so quiet and said that he thought Michael was quite a traveler.
We landed in Houston at around 2:30PM, then we went through passport control and were eventually escorted to the U.S. Customs and Border Protection office (i.e. Immigration). We then handed to the immigration officer the sealed packet of documents given to us by the U.S. Embassy in Almaty. They perused the paperwork, then stamped Michael's visa in his passport and congratulated us. That stamp on his visa in his passport is what now makes Michael a U.S. citizen, so he's now officially an American! It just takes about 4-6 weeks or so to receive the official Certificate of Citizenship in the mail. He will carry dual citizenship in the U.S. and Kazakhstan until he reaches the age of 18.
We then collected our luggage and walked out to the waiting area to be greeted by my parents with James, and my brother R.J. with his fiancée, Anna. As soon as I spotted James from across the room my eyes started getting teary - we had missed him so much! James saw Sean first and shouted, "Daddy!" while running towards him, and Sean kneeled down so James could run into his arms and Sean could scoop him up. I was pushing Michael in the stroller, and James finally saw us and came running up to us. He gave me a big hug and kiss and told me how much he missed us. Then he hugged Michael and told him "Welcome Home!" I think he had been practicing while waiting for us. Then he wouldn't stop kissing Michael on the head - it was so sweet to watch.
We then all headed to the house, picked up some Chinese food for dinner, fed the kids, got baths done, and eventually called it a night. We are all now in re-adjustment mode, trying to get us all on a normal schedule. No downtime really, either, since it was back to business as usual on Monday morning with James going back to school (he was off last week since he was with my parents). The last couple of nights have been a little rough, with Michael waking up at 2AM and refusing to go back to sleep. We even gave him another smaller bottle and changed his diaper to make sure that wasn't it. My theory is that his body is still on Kazakhstan time. I say that because when I try to get him to go back to sleep, he is wide awake and fights it with as much vigor as he fought his mid-day naps back in our apartment in Almaty those last couple of days. Of course, letting him "cry it out" is not an option, epecially with us trying to continue to bond with him so that he will start trusting us. So, I stayed up with him, and eventually he went back to sleep about 4AM this morning. Getting up at 2AM this morning wasn't too bad for me (bad for Sean since he starts going back to work today, so I took over) since I'm still sort of jetlagged, and my body still feels like it should be awake, as if I were still in Kazakhstan. I guess that's something Michael and I have in common right now. So hopefully we'll get his inner clock (and mine) adjusted to the time change here at home soon.
Tyson and Tippy don't seem to have any problem with Michael being a part of our household now. Actually, they would snoop around his high chair, as if to say, "I remember food being dropped around this chair, so I'd better hang out around it just in case some falls to the ground." Michael hasn't seemed to interested in them just yet, but of course it's probably because there are so many new things to check out now that he's home - sensory overload. I'm sure it's just a matter of time, though, before Michael crawls over to Tippy and starts tugging on her fur.
Hopefully no one will take offense to this, but we're holding off on having visitors for a little while. Although it seems like Michael is starting to realize we are more than just another set of caregivers at the Baby House, we really want to continue to cement that bond and help him realize he is a part of a family now, rather than just another baby at the Baby House. Having only Sean and myself meet his needs 24/7 for a while will help him realize that. We also did this when we came home with James as a baby in 2007, and while it was tough at first adjusting to a new baby with no other help around since we didn't have anyone come over right away, it was definitely worth it as James is completely bonded to us now.
Looking back, it's taken a while to get here with some rough spots along the way, but all that starts to dissolve away when I look over and see our two boys together. We are really and truly blessed, and I am so grateful and extremely humbled when I think about how our family has come together. If this is not a testament of God's grace, then I don't know what is!
Hope you enjoy our pics from our travels home!
Thanks for following along and for all your support, thoughts, and prayers over the years for both James' and Michael's journeys. We love you all, and words cannot fully express how much you all mean to us.
Paka paka and love to all!
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