|Breakfast for the last time as the mum to one|
|Andies last few hours of being Andie, she became Annie|
|One of the many fabulous statues on Shamian Island|
|lunch and then, go time.|
Babies were handed off to other families and finally it was our turn. A tiny very very bundled up, shaved square headed absolutely gorgeous, dressed in an outer layer of yellow corduroy, very unsure and becoming increasingly alarmed Qi Min was handed to her family forever. I was the last to hold her and as I took her in my arms, she screamed. She cried with the knowing of an adult who's life has just been shaken to the core. She frantically looked for anyone she knew but they were gone. I cried because as much as I longed for her, and loved her dearly I felt her fear and pain. Lily was able to get her to calm down for a second but then the heartbroken sobbing began again and again and again.
|Those first moments|
|let me touch my baby sister|
|wishing I could take away the hurt|
|I think Lily is amazed at how loud she is?|
It took hours of crying until she calmed down. We had the screamer in the group. When I tried to undress her for bed she wouldn't have it so I let her keep all her grungy, holey, stained clothes in her bed with her. As I took off the final layer I noticed the bump in her sternum, the bone wasn't flat it was raised in the middle. I looked at Andie and we exchanged, "a look". Was this caused by her heart? A heart that was much worse then described in her medical, was it so large it was pushing against the bones causing them to bend around it? Andie had seen it before but couldn't remember much about it, I wonder now if that was the truth or if she didn't want to concern me.
Her first night was hard, we snuggled but she sobbed every now and again, a big heart breaking sob. The child had some of the biggest saddest tears I have ever seen. They fell in puddles. Lily adored her sister and fed her for the first time. It didn't go well Rosie only wanted me. And so it began.
To my darling Pickle
I knew before I even saw you how much I loved you. The moment I saw you, that love was solidified. You took a little longer to warm up. At first I was your wingman, I made you feel better, safe-ish and cared for. I handled your needs and I was starting to be your, "go to" person but you kept me at a distance. It was many months before you let down your guard, it was following your surgery and then you let me in and loved in return. Now your love is undeniable. To be loved by a child like you is quite an honor. You love like it is going to be gone at any moment. You never miss a hug, kiss or cuddle. You call my name just to check I am within a safe distance, you check on me constantly. It's no longer a needy love but a reassuring one. You truly need me and to some it would be suffocating but I have learnt how to manage it. I see a complete difference in you when you notice me. You become calm, all is right in your world. Little Pickle, I love you with all my heart. I am so thankful that the government of China decided I should be your mummy. Your family loves you and will always love you. You will always have someone that fights for you and as is as loyal as a junkyard dog in your corner.
That terrified little baby is gone and has and is slowly being replaced by someone strong and confident.
Thank you Rosie for allowing me in.
I love you.