We have had a few inquiries lately about how it's all going. I know, it's been 9 weeks since our last post. I can hardly believe that it was over two months ago we landed on the front steps of our house and burst into tears from such joy of having all five of us together. On the other hand, Hambisa just slides right into the family as he's always been a part of it. He is doing so great with his adjustment and he fits perfectly into my arms!
Thank you all for your many thoughts, prayers and well wishes. We have appreciated them, felt them and coveted them. While his emotional adjustment and attachment seems to be going very for him, that's not to say it's all been a breeze. He is a very busy boy! (and that's part of why he fits in so well).
That's the short story. If you want to the longer one, here goes some of it:
It began with 44 hours of no sleep on the journey home. Hambisa was getting up every 3 hours throughout the night. (Due to the cloth diapering, the orphanage awakened babies for a changing; and feeding was the easiest way to get multiple babies back to sleep.) We built forts in the basement for Macabe and Bennett so they could actually get some solid sleep themselves.
1 trip to urgent care for Hambisa (oozing ear infection)
1 head split open worthy of four staples (Mom)...that was a wicked game of peekabo, I'll tell you,
but worth all the laughs
2 bouts with the flu (Bennett and Mom)
2 digestive systems with an Ethipian parasite (Bisa and Mom)
3 skin infections/cellulitis (Mom)
1 brother who had to be watched he didn't smother his brother with hugs
1 brother who had to be watched he didn't smother his brother with tackles
several extra days off work for Kurt to nurse his family's health
1 new budding relationship with our pharmacist
As for now, we have hit our stride. They are busy days. I had forgotten how busy a one year old can be. Just the other day I was emptying the dishwasher when I turned around to find much of the laundry I just folded strewn about the living room. By the time the laundry was remedied, Hambisa had gotten into the garbage can. And let's just say we don't ever leave the bathroom door open anymore else we will have toilet paper everywhere and a one year old swimming in the toilet.
We have some precious pictures and more fun stories to tell you, but for now, it's time for bed. I've got to get ready for more fun and crazy times in the Scholtens' household. Sweet dreams!