Another night of little to no sleep for me. I don’t know if the stress of what we’ve just been through has gotten ahold of me, if I have a little bit of post-adoption depression, or if it’s the three spots of skin cancer they had to slice off my face just 48 hours ago (I think we can thank the African sun for that, and yes, I wore sunscreen everyday).
It was also a sleepless night for our GhanaGuy. I think reality has set in. This is home now. It looks different, smells different, sounds different. It’s just different than everything he’s used to. All we can do is rock, read and cry together. GhanaGal seems to have taken it in stride for now. GhanaGuy is littler. He had a mom he loved. While GhanaGal has a unique understanding of why their mom could no longer parent them, GhanaGuy was protected for all that. He just knows that he misses his mom. He never asks to call her, but we do anyway. I want him to hear me talking to her. I want him to know that she and I are working through this together for him. I want him to know that I love her, that I would never try to replace her. Sometimes I wonder if that’s a good idea though. He cries quietly every time he hears her on the other end of the phone. So, I need your advice. Do I keep offering up the phone calls? I’m not sure what to do. If any of you out there have experienced a situation like this, I would love to hear about it.
who needs a nap.