I received the referral for Isabella in December. The first of February I let the agency know I'd be going to Guatemala in late February. I was told the paperwork was going quickly, and this may not be soon enough for Isabella to be a US citizen when I finally brought her home. Oh what to do?? I really wanted her to be a US citizen as soon as she entered the country because it was less paperwork. So on Friday February 12th I decided to fly to Guatemala on Sunday morning...yes, two days later. Oh yes, and I would only be staying over night.
So the flight and hotel were booked. Now I just needed to sit back and relax...right.
On Saturday I was so excited, anxious, nervous, and a little frightened I couldn't sleep. So naturally I stayed up all night making a baby blanket. I've made many, many blankets for my friends over the years, but this one was for MY baby. I'd like to tell you it was a beautiful pink, lilac and purple, but oh no, it was a pee green.
So I am up before the sun on Sunday. I am pretty sure Angela took me to the airport that morning. I flew into Miami and then on to Guatemala City. I remember waking up as the plane started to descend into Guatemala. My first thought was, "What a beautiful city, all ringed with mountains." My next thought was, "What if this is a big mistake!! What if she hates me? Maybe I don't want to be a Mom?" Terror, absolute terror.
It was about 10 am when I got to the hotel. I called Fifo, my contact; we would meet in the lobby in about an hour. Jitters, nerves...
Finally I head downstairs to meet my daughter. When I first saw her she was in her Foster-mother's arms (Ruby), sound asleep. I took her into my arms and burst into tears. She was perfect. Simply perfect. What had I been thinking being nervous. So silly. I just cried and cried, telling her what an amazing, perfect baby she was. Ruby was trying to give me information about Isabella (eating schedules, etc) and I am completely oblivious.
After about 10 minutes or 12 hours, I am not sure which I stopped staring at Isabella and asked questions, "how long does she sleep at night?" (all night), "how frequently does she eat?" (every three hours), "what do I need to do for her earrings" (the only words of English Ruby didn't need translated; nothing she had them pierced at a week old).
So Ruby and Fifo were getting ready to leave when Isabella woke up. What amazing brown eyes; and then she smiled, her "gummy girl" smile. She was the most beautiful baby in the world. Really.
She was perfect; I took her upstairs and counted fingers and toes, checked her hips and back. And then dressed her in the "Rena outfit". It was the best Valentine's Day EVER!!