



We flew a red eye down to Guatemala this weekend as a couple, and though just two people boarded the plane to Portland, we came back a family.
We've been watching "Adoption Stories" on Discovery Health these last few months, and the climax of each episode, even if it happens in the middle, is the day the new parents meet their new child. Usually it's the day they take them home. We felt fortunate that Guatemala is one of those countries in which the process is run such that families can take this step long before the actual legal adoption, displacement, and flight to another country. But that didn't make us any less uncertain as we boarded the plane. The exhilaration and aprehension of those "adoption stories" meetings, and agency caveats on the possibility that we could be met by our child as any stranger might be, merged with the realization that in a few hours someone we'd never met would come to our hotel and trust into our care for two days a child they'd fostered with love.
If you're one of the friends to whose children we have read the kids' adoption story "Over the Moon", then you'll know what I mean when we say we were like the parents in that book:
"...until finally they arrived and went to a hotel to unpack. Then they hurried and scurried about, getting ready for their new baby. 'Soon, soon. Our baby will be here soon,' they told each other as they waited." In fact, less that three hours after our plane hit the tarmac we had Mateo William in our arms. In the meantime we unpacked half a baggage allowance worth of clothes, bottles, toys and books into our room's dressers and shelves, and the hotel brought us a crib and a thermos of boiled water for formula. I was coming back into the hotel from a visit to the ATM when the desk staff told me guests were in the atrium(early!) Sitting there were a teenage boy and a woman with a baby in her arms. It took a moment for them to realize I was who they were waiting for, and for me to realize that neither of them was the interpreter the agency had arranged for. Then the woman said "William" and held up the child whose photo we'd been looking at these last three weeks. I looked away, stammering "uh...ehm...mi esposa" and pointing to our hotel room, reluctant to hog for myself this first full gaze at our son.
We were back in a minute, and as we held him in turn, we got to know Mateo and his foster family. Filomena is 41 and she and her husband have four young adult and teen children. Her oldest is married, and she helps Filomena with Mateo in the mornings. Her son Harrold, just finishing school, escorted her to the hotel. Elementary Spanish got us throught the initial introductions until Sonia, the friend of the couple who run "Journeys of the Heart", and our interpreter, showed up.
We got a wonderful sense for Filomena, and her affection for Mateo was plain. Sonia also considered her to be among the best foster mothers. In fact, Filomena had fostered 15 adoptive children before Mateo, the longest for 1 year, and talked about how emotional it can be to say goodbye to them. She said she begins praying with and for each child, as soon as she gets them, that they will get a good and loving home. Mateo, born at 11:20 pm, was in her care the very next morning. So the transitions he's had to deal with have been less difficult than for other children.
We spent time asking about his routine: sleep, feedings, how she soothes him - everything we could think of. He actually already sleeps 8pm - 1am, then till 5am, and finally till 8am. (We'd imagined a lot more awakenings). We got some of his formula, ordered more from a pharmacy (delivered by a motorcycle courier) and were left a bottle with formula and his accostomed nipple (from our copious selection we were able to find some that matched well!) We showed Filomena and her son a soft board book we'd prepared with pictures of his new extended family and friends, and which we would leave with him. We also left her with a token gift of thanks and a card in Spanish for her, and one to our son explaining that we'd call him Mateo William as he joins our family, since by then our match seemed meant to be, and Mateo/Matthew means 'gift of God' (you knew that, right? I mean, just look at me...) We were lucky to get good translations. Sarah wrote the text, then handed me the babel fish web translation. I cleaned it up some, but realized it was left with a lot of literally-translated idioms completely cleansed of their meaning. Fortunately the wife of a college buddy was able to translate for us at the last minute. Being from Guatemala herself, she was able to put our meaning and emotions into not just the correct language, but the correct cultural context as well.
We'd expected papers from the lawyer decribing our right to be in custody of Mateo, so we could go out together and justify the presence of this baby if stopped for some reason (there are members of official-dom who have a distinct dislike of foreign adoption - or even adoption in general.) But the request had been misunderstood and all we got was Filomena's papers, so we would have to stay at the hotel - but they had a restaurant, and we liked the idea of a safe, static and controlled environment, for him and for us, so we decided 2 days of cabin fever would be just fine. Then Sonia, Filomena, and her son left.
And all of a sudden we were Three.
All for now... (what, did you think we'd give it all away at once?) Check back soon for Sarah's installment on what it was like to suddenly be parents.....