Thanksgiving Visit (Jack)
After a solid 24 hours of flying and waiting in airports, we arrived in Guatemala City last Wednesday for our first visit with Kit (I want to write about Guatemala City, but it'll have to wait). When we got to our hotel, we called D, the director of Kit's hogar and waited for her to bring him over. It was an anxious wait down in the lobby, made more awkward by the fact that we didn't know what D looked like and four foster mothers showed up with babies before she did. They must of thought we were just really friendly people with all the eager smiles and greetings we kept giving them.
D was in the middle of moving the hogar and unfortunately didn't have much time to stay and visit. She filled us in about Kit's feeding schedule and had to run off. We brought him up to our room and spent time getting to know each other. Kit is a very happy, beautiful baby. He was very interested in all the new sights in the hotel and these two new people that were taking care of him. He was also quick to smile at a friendly face or word.
I had gotten maybe two hours of sleep in the last day of traveling and Jill hadn't gotten much more, so we decided to go to bed early. However, when we went to put Kit in the crib the hotel had given us he fussed and started to cry. He didn't want to be put down. We tried to calm him down in the crib, but he'd get upset as soon as we left his sight. I manage to rock him to sleep in my arms, but he woke right back up when I put him down in the crib. We ended up taking turns sitting up and holding him all night. We didn't get much sleep, but he did. The second night was more of the same, but by the third night we figured out how to get him to sleep safely on the bed with us and we all managed to get more sleep.
Kit's feeding schedule normally required a bottle of formula every three hours or so for most of the day, but he seemed to be fighting off a cold so we fed him more often to get liquids in his body. I have to say, I think we did a good job taking care of him for the three days we had him. He only got upset to the point of loud crying twice and we were able to calm him down quickly both times. He loved looking at new things and would stare intently out the window or at the bathroom mirror when we changed him or the toys and board books we brought along.
While I was glad to leave the hotel (I'm more of a self-serve, home-body person) at the end of the trip, it was hard to say goodbye to Kit. It made it easier to know that we'll see him again in December, but I got the feeling I used to get when I would drop Jill back off at her college after spending the weekend together back when we weren't married. I just can't wait to get him home.
D was in the middle of moving the hogar and unfortunately didn't have much time to stay and visit. She filled us in about Kit's feeding schedule and had to run off. We brought him up to our room and spent time getting to know each other. Kit is a very happy, beautiful baby. He was very interested in all the new sights in the hotel and these two new people that were taking care of him. He was also quick to smile at a friendly face or word.
I had gotten maybe two hours of sleep in the last day of traveling and Jill hadn't gotten much more, so we decided to go to bed early. However, when we went to put Kit in the crib the hotel had given us he fussed and started to cry. He didn't want to be put down. We tried to calm him down in the crib, but he'd get upset as soon as we left his sight. I manage to rock him to sleep in my arms, but he woke right back up when I put him down in the crib. We ended up taking turns sitting up and holding him all night. We didn't get much sleep, but he did. The second night was more of the same, but by the third night we figured out how to get him to sleep safely on the bed with us and we all managed to get more sleep.
Kit's feeding schedule normally required a bottle of formula every three hours or so for most of the day, but he seemed to be fighting off a cold so we fed him more often to get liquids in his body. I have to say, I think we did a good job taking care of him for the three days we had him. He only got upset to the point of loud crying twice and we were able to calm him down quickly both times. He loved looking at new things and would stare intently out the window or at the bathroom mirror when we changed him or the toys and board books we brought along.
While I was glad to leave the hotel (I'm more of a self-serve, home-body person) at the end of the trip, it was hard to say goodbye to Kit. It made it easier to know that we'll see him again in December, but I got the feeling I used to get when I would drop Jill back off at her college after spending the weekend together back when we weren't married. I just can't wait to get him home.
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