Sunday, November 25, 2012
From Jodi:
It is 3:30 am here and I can't sleep. Jetlag adds an interesting twist to the chaos of emotions we've experienced so far.
After waking up and crying himself to sleep several times from 6-9 last night, Eli randomly woke up in a different spirit. We had been unable to console him up until this point, but he decided he wanted to play and that was it. He said in Chinese "I want that" which turned into a fun game of Mike trying to guess what it was that he wanted. I have never been so glad to speak a little Chinese so I could "translate" what he was saying and giggling to Mike! Before we knew it, he was on my lap in bed with all the snacks in bed with us and all the toys too. We thought he would eat since he hadn't all day, but he seemed more interested in feeding his treats to us. He had some great belly laughs as Mike and I were being silly as he fed us. It was such huge relief to see a happy little boy when only a couple hours earlier he was grieving so intensely. I sure hope we see some more of that when he wakes up this morning.
We spent the next hour digging through his little backpack as he looked at his new toys. It was cute watching him try and hold all the cars in his hands; he didn't want to put anything down. He took more pictures with his camera--a clear favorite. He took a picture of Mike and said "baba" and a picture of me and said "mama" and I'm pretty sure my heart melted right there. As he started to wind down, the eye rubbing began again. Before moods shifted, we broke out the ipad and watched an episode Mickey Mouse Club. He sat curled up between Mike and I with his eyes glued to the show--only glancing to each side once and awhile to make sure Mike and I were still awake. When it was over, we turned out the lights and he laid between us chattering to himself and holding his green toy car. I think I maybe fell asleep before he did, but when I woke up later, he was curled up next to me with his hand on my face. So sweet. As the night progressed, this switched to butt in my face and feet in my face--but even his restless sleep is fun to watch.
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Congratulations! Reading your post brought back a flood of memories. The mixture of joy, exhaustion, charades, and bewilderment.....ahhhhh. The fact that he is touching your face with his hand and butt sure are wonderful. You are obviously doing a great job at helping him feel safe. Thinking of you and wishing you happy days and restful nights, Anne Conklin
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