Our first week at home has been all about one thing - adjustment. Adjusting our sleep cycles, adjusting our lifestyles, helping Ivan adjust to his new home, and working to develop a strong attachment and connection with Ivan (the latter three are still very much ongoing). When I think about the week in its entirety, overall the week went better than I probably expected. Of course our first few days home started with the misery of overcoming jet lag. At one point Ivan had been up from 12:30AM to 12:30PM without any sleep, just in an effort to get his sleep on track. However, with keeping to a schedule and the help of a little Benadryl (We were desperate!!), Ivan's sleep has pretty much come onto US Central Time.
Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday were awesome days. At one point I was feeling pretty excited about how fast Ivan seemed to be adjusting emotionally. I should have known better! Friday and Saturday reassured us that he is still very much in the midst of emotionally processing and adjusting. Plus he's two. And life is tough when you're two. Ryan and I must also remember that our own processing of this change is definitely affecting him as well. Staying at home during the day with Ivan has raised various feelings for me - gratitude, joy, frustration, fear, to name a few. Thankfully, the joy and gratitude outweigh my moments of frustration.
Here are some glimpses into our past week:
Ivan enjoying a ride in the bike cart
Ivan mowing with Daddy
Ivan playing at a nearby secluded church playground
Ivan's first pancake breakfast
Ivan getting ready for a walk with Mommy
We have learned...You can take the boy out of the noodle-loving country, but you can't take the noodle-love out of the boy!
And yet another...
And then there are the chickens. He loves them. They are his first feathered friends.
Sadly, his affection is not reciprocated. I'm sure with time they'll come around, Ivan.
Come back, Guys!!
On Sunday, Ryan and I decided we needed some spiritual and social input. We took turns going to different services while Ivan made the car-trip to Quincy and back, but didn't leave the car. Unfortunately, this may have contributed to the following events:
As Ivan and I arrived at church, he was starting to fuss a little and spit up just a bit. We cleaned it right up and Ryan and I switched places. However, Ivan became quite fussy as they were en route. Not once, not twice, but THREE times he threw up. Ryan pulled over and did a preliminary job of cleaning Ivan. They proceeded home, striped down, and left the carseat in the car for Mommy! ;) The least I could do. Poor Ryan can only take so much vomit. Here's what Ivan thought of the whole deal.
Thankfully things turned up and he was squeaky clean by today.
We are knee-deep into week two at home, and we would appreciate continued prayers for Ivan's emotional adjustment, our emotional adjustment, security in attachment, and God's presence in the midst. We love you! Soli Deo Gloria!