After endless delays, late flights, busy administrators, etc etc it is finally time. The time to meet you, little one. Our little Daragoi. Our little darling.
To say I have butterflies in my stomach would be an understatement. All this past week I have been a bit unwell, taking antibiotics since catching some bug on Wednesday. Many of my close family & friends have repeatedly said that things will happen when they should and I too have believed there is a reason for any and all delays. All part of a greater plan and all that.
This delay on Friday too, because of which we couldn't meet our little guy on Friday itself seems to have been for good reason too. (First our flight from Almaty to Aktobe was delayed by about 2 hours and then the rep from the Ministry of Education was busy in meetings all evening so couldn't be present at the all important first meeting at the Baby House.) However, this gave us time to catch up on some much needed rest, deal with the jet lag a bit (though I'm way too excited to sleep more than 3-4 hrs straight) and most importantly it gave me time to recover and complete my antibiotics course and get better.
Tomorrow (about 10 hrs from now-anytime after 9am), we will all go to the BH, and after some official procedures they will bring you in to meet us. That moment, the moment you walk into the room, the way you look at us, what you say, how you react, how we control ourselves from wrapping you in our arms as tight as we can, all that is something that we will play in our memory bank millions of times, for the rest of our lives.
I wonder if we will be able to record it on a camera somehow, because I truly just want to be in the moment and let someone else take care of the recording part, but then we don't know if Saltanat can do that for us.
It is 10:45pm now and I really should get to bed. I hope sleep comes easy for once, for I want the night to pass quickly and the morning that holds so much importance for us...that morning can't come fast enough.
The 4 of us, Koko, John, Deepak & me toasted to you and Beks today, to our new lives, to the new dawn of a new us with a great meal of Chicken Curry that your daddy prepared for the 4 of us. Here's to you, sweetheart, my little Sladinchik, moi Daragoi. We cannot wait to see you. Sleep tight sweetheart. Sleep tight.
To say I have butterflies in my stomach would be an understatement. All this past week I have been a bit unwell, taking antibiotics since catching some bug on Wednesday. Many of my close family & friends have repeatedly said that things will happen when they should and I too have believed there is a reason for any and all delays. All part of a greater plan and all that.
This delay on Friday too, because of which we couldn't meet our little guy on Friday itself seems to have been for good reason too. (First our flight from Almaty to Aktobe was delayed by about 2 hours and then the rep from the Ministry of Education was busy in meetings all evening so couldn't be present at the all important first meeting at the Baby House.) However, this gave us time to catch up on some much needed rest, deal with the jet lag a bit (though I'm way too excited to sleep more than 3-4 hrs straight) and most importantly it gave me time to recover and complete my antibiotics course and get better.
Tomorrow (about 10 hrs from now-anytime after 9am), we will all go to the BH, and after some official procedures they will bring you in to meet us. That moment, the moment you walk into the room, the way you look at us, what you say, how you react, how we control ourselves from wrapping you in our arms as tight as we can, all that is something that we will play in our memory bank millions of times, for the rest of our lives.
I wonder if we will be able to record it on a camera somehow, because I truly just want to be in the moment and let someone else take care of the recording part, but then we don't know if Saltanat can do that for us.
It is 10:45pm now and I really should get to bed. I hope sleep comes easy for once, for I want the night to pass quickly and the morning that holds so much importance for us...that morning can't come fast enough.
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