We had an interesting 3 days, during which we were not able to visit Matan.  I do want to tell you all about the those days, but since we were offline and the time is lost, I’ll have to post about them later.

Today we finally got to visit him again.  Our driver is apparently trying to save money and will only be taking us to the baby home once a day, in the mornings from 10-12.  When we adopted Karen, we had two such visits a day, but it was sometimes tough since caretakers were always watching and we felt like we were under a microscope, if only because we were foreigners.  

This morning, our translator, Violetta, called, telling us to be ready in 20 minutes!  I was still in bed in sweats.  Needless to say, it was not my finest morning.   The rush was because we needed to go to the notary, then to the courthouse, and only then to visit Matan.  But I sucked it up and made it in 30 minutes, with DH taking responsibility for getting Karen together.

We finally made it to the baby home.  One difference is that we have not been asked to bring Pampers for Matan to wear during our visits.  Apparently the baby home supplies them, wow!

After being led to a door with sounds of children coming from within, we were told to wait.  The door was slightly ajar, so I tried to get a look only to have a caretaker close it in my face.  It looked like their beds and eating area was one and the same.  We were lucky with Karen since there our facilitator was a close friend of the baby home director, and they allowed us to see the hildren at play, and eating.  This went a long way in helping me understand Karen’s initial food issues.  The children were force-fed, one at a time.  If the c hild tried to slow down or stopped with a gag, dinner was over.  Needless to say, Karen can dawdle for ages over a meal, and never liked to be fed by me. 

We heard a kid crying and screaming, and worried it was Matan who didn’t want to come out.  No reason to worry.  They eventually brought him out and he lit up with a smile a I reached for him.  He is very easy going, and lets me touch him and rub his belly.  Karen wouldn’t even sit near me for the first few weeks of visits!

To Michal, who has seen the playroom, yes, it is very nice and has lots of toys.  You can tell he’s not used to seeing these things because he tries to run and touch everything.  He is only beginning to walk, and I need to hold his hand to keep him from running so fast he pitches forward on his face.  Not something we want to happen when the Svetlana of the hour is watching.

This last photo is of the ceiling of the special playroom for foreigners.  The room is covered by plaster cut-outs of sky and clouds surrounded by spotlights. Anyone who has ever been to Ukraine can tell you how completely decadent this is, considering the average lifestyle.