I will never forget October 21, 2008. In some ways, I can’t believe it was ONLY 3 years ago as it seems like so much longer than that; and in other ways, I remember it as if it were just yesterday.
My traveling BFF, Rhonda and I (she’s off soon on another adventure to Cambodia – but I digress, typical me!) landed in Vladivostok, Russia the night before, October 20th. I was traveling to meet my son! We were greeted at the airport by a translator, Kate and a driver – who spoke no English – Sergei, to meet my long awaited Russian referral – we’ll call him “Baby V”. I had waited for this moment for months, buying boy clothes, decorating his bedroom – and for the past 3 weeks staring at his picture, imagining HIM in my life.
In the car on the way to the hotel, Kate translates Sergei’s half of our conversation. And then I hear those horrible words, “The boy is not good”. I don’t know if I ever shared here on the blog exactly what was said to me in the car that day – but there it is. The boy is not good.
I freaked. I remember wanting to get out of the car to vomit. Panic set in. Wait. What did you say? I just traveled for what feel like a week, spent how much money on airfares and burned a very valuable week of vacation time and THE BOY IS NOT GOOD?
Between jet lag and “the boy is not good” I was a stress MONSTER that night. I took a Tylenol PM to help me sleep and fell asleep with Rhonda still awake in her bed skyping with her family back at home. A little while later – in my jet lag, stress induced, Tylenol PM haze, I heard what I can only describe as someone breaking into the room. I remember yelling at Rhonda “WHAT IS THAT?”. Ummm that would be her going into the bathroom, and it’s creaky door. Stress and lack of sleep are NOT a great combination. She still reminds me of that evening often – HA!
You can read the details of the morning of October 21st here. As you obviously know by now, HE became a SHE that day. My fears of the evening before were confirmed, however in the end – I met THIS face.
And the rest, they say, is history. Or in this case HERstory! The worst day of my became the best of my life. I cannot imagine life without Tatiana. She makes me laugh everyday. That shy little girl I met 3 year ago today in Russia is now a gregarious, loving, sweet girl who keeps me in stitches and teaches me as much about life as I do her. Rough day, but in the end, I wouldn’t change a thank. Happy Metcha Day, Tatiana!
And tonight, we say a prayer for “Baby V” – who is still listed on the database today. Bless you, “Baby V”.