The last day of our Haiti trip. I think the whole mood of the day was a little somber. We knew we would have to say goodbye to James.
We were up and had breakfast before 8, as we were told that we could walk to from the Toddler house (about 2 houses from the Guest House) to the Main house with Melissa, around 8 am. We'd have about 1 1/2 hours to spend with James. Melissa wasn't quite ready to leave when we got to the Toddler house at 8, so we met Joyce, she got Jock a little bit of coffee, and we sat in the kitchen and watched a little girl having a frosted cupcake for breakfast for a few minutes before heading out! :)
The walk was pretty uneventful. A little slick walking in flip-flops on the steep hills after it had rained that night. We did see a motorcycle wipe out, but the two guys on it (one dressed quite nicely), caught it with their feet and hands, got back up, and continued on their way.
When we got to the main house, we were told James was ready, so we headed up to his room. You know that question by the US Embassy agent about whether we thought James recognized us? Well, we would now answer Yes to that question. Of course, hard telling who he thinks we are, but I'm certain he'd been told we were coming to see him again, and when he saw us at the door, he pushed past the other children and came right to us with his arms up, ready to go play. :)
We took him upstairs to play for the short time we had remaining with him. He, of course, went right for the Cozy Coupe again.

He also was on the swing for quite a while - and Jock had him smiling, but he still wasn't too sure of me, and I thought he was threatening to fall asleep on me, so I convinced Jock to try to get him out of there so we could have a few more minutes with him before we left.


He went over to a toy/book table, and found just the one he wanted. It was a big one, so he needed help to get that one out - but he wanted that specific one. We realized when we sat down, why he wanted that one - it was one where you push the buttons and it makes noises! :) He sat for the longest time looking at that book on our laps.

It was pretty quiet upstairs on the balcony in the morning. I think a few of the volunteers help with school at the Toddler house before coming to the main house, so only two were there. They were chatty, but it was nice to not have so many there in our last time with James. They also took a couple photos of the three of us together, and I'm thankful to have those.
It also was fun to see James in the morning, instead of in the late afternoon as we'd seen him the previous three days. He was so wide awake most of the time, very busy as usual, but more smiley and happy than in the late afternoon when he was already worn out from his day.
Around 9:25, we took James back to his room. Jock wanted to ask one of the volunteers to do it for us, because of how hard it is to leave, but for some reason, I needed to do it. James wasn't very happy to be leaving the balcony and heading downstairs, but when we got down to the baby room and I tried to put him down, he clung to me, and started crying - screaming! I tried a couple times to put him down, without success. Then a nanny who had been doing a little girl's hair, stood up (I assume James was her charge) and took him from me. He was NOT HAPPY!!! I was on the verge of tears, so I gave him a kiss, thanked the nanny, and got myself out of there.
I could hear him screaming for a few minutes until they got him calmed down, and that was not easy. We stood around downstairs for a few more minutes, and I was relieved that James had stopped screaming before we left, but still So hard!. A few of the staff were around to see us off, and I could barely talk to tell them goodbye and to thank them for all they do there.
Around 9:30, Ernst was ready to take us in the truck back to the Guest house, to get our luggage, pick up the other family, and head to the airport for our 1:00 flight. About half-way back to the guest house, I think I regained my composure. One more bumpy ride in the back of the truck, and we were on our way home.
We got to the airport in decent time - although I don't remember what time it actually was. We had plenty of time to get checked into our flights, get through the multiple security checkpoints and get our exit stamps on our passports. We even stopped by a souvenir booth, but it was very small. We thought there'd be a large area of shops upstairs as there had been before, but no such luck. We'd gotten through the final American Airlines security, and went upstairs, but it was just a bar - no shops. There had been one other place with a stairway right near the small booth, but it was before security, and we wondered if that's where the other shops were, or if they were just gone. We didn't ask at that point. We were happy just to sit and wait out the last half-hour or so before boarding our flight.
Fortunately, our flight from PAP to MIA boarded and landed on time. We got through immigration and customs just fine in MIA, grabbed our luggage and headed to our hotel. Leaving PAP around 1:00 in the afternoon, we were not able to get back home that Thursday, so we decided to spend the night in Miami instead in the airport in Chicago. It was also my birthday, so we'd planned to go out for dinner at a Cuban restaurant we'd been to on a previous trip. When we got to our hotel, first on the agenda was showers, of course, to wash off the grime from the truck ride to the airport. :) Then we headed to the hotel's complimentary drink reception before heading to dinner. After dinner, we had nice intentions of taking a dip in the pool or hot-tub, but we went back in for a quick nap... and just went to bed instead. Jock was starting to feel sick, and we were exhausted from the emotions of the week!
The next morning, we checked out of our hotel and headed back to the airport. Our flight from MIA left around noon for Dallas Ft. Worth. We were on time departing, but we circled the DFW airport for quite a while because of the weather, and were late landing. We already knew we had about a 5-hour layover in Dallas, so we weren't too concerned. We did head to another gate to see if there were any empty seats on an earlier flight to Des Moines - no such luck - it was full. So we found a restaurant and sat for a while nursing a plate of appetizers and a drink.
We headed to our gate and got out a deck of cards, but couldn't play long, because Jock's cold was coming on like crazy. So he tried to nap, and I just sat and read and people-watched. As it got closer to our departure time and other people started arriving at our gate, we found out there were two flights scheduled at that gate, because of more delays due to the weather. Our flight was delayed a half-hour, then another half-hour and a terminal/gate change. Then another longer delay and another couple gate changes. We ended up leaving about 4 hours later than we'd planned, and landed in Des Moines around 2 am, and got home around 3 am - and Jock with a NASTY head cold!
Grandma and Grandpa had stayed the week with the kids, and were planning to head out Saturday morning. The kids woke us up around 7 am - that was a short night! Kaylen had soccer at 11, and Elijah & Josephine both had t-ball at noon. With Jock in bed sick, I took Kaylen to her game, but left early to get E&J to their games. I left Elijah with his coach and another friend's parents, then walked across the park to Josephine's game. One of Kaylen's teammates' parents brought her to Josephine's game, then when that was over we rushed back to pick up Elijah. Then it was finally NAPTIME!!! Josephine took a nap with me while Kaylen read and Elijah played quietly. Poor girl missed her mommy! She's usually too wiggly to snuggle for long, but not this time - and then she cried when I had to get up later. Oh boy, I wanted to cry too. I missed my three at home dearly when we were gone, but was missing James so much too!
Please be praying that the remainder of the steps in the adoption process go smoothly and swiftly so we can have all of our children home with us!