We went to the pharmacy for all the drugs he needed, headed to the City Market, a more western style grocery, for some provisions, and then took him home to rest. Within an hour after we gave the medicines in the evening as instructed, Godson was feeling better. As Shekina romped around the room with a red balloon the folks at St. Anne's gave her, he sat up, watched, and even laughed once--the first laugh we had witnessed! The next morning, he started crawling around, pulling up, walking a little, and even climbing a little. He seems to feel a little better after each dose. The separation anxiety has decreased dramatically, but today (Sunday, July 7th), it has been replaced by a total distaste for me. :-/ We've had a few good moments, but we've had more moments in which he was pushing me away, literally. He even had a bad meltdown (bc I tried to take the lid off a fruit pouch he was clutching) during which he repeatedly scratched my face, slapped me, and pulled my hair HARD.
He is not the only one, either. Shekina has been testing us today, purposefully pushing boundaries in order to test how unconditional this adoption actually is. Of course, we know these two kids are ours forever as long as we are allowed to leave the country with them...but deep down, she doesn't understand that. She also had trouble with my taking items away from her (in response to misbehavior). I did it as gently as I could, but it upset her a lot. We are clearly dealing with a lot of trauma, and will be for some time...but that's ok. We knew this would be the case, and I have dealt with similar situations at home. We will continue to try to show love and warmth while not allowing the kids to walk all over us. Who can blame the kids for testing us and pushing us away at times? Not me!
We have had lots of good moments today too. For instance, we took Shekina swimming for the second time. She loved jumping from the steps and into my arms, and learning how to splash with her hands. She's going to be a water baby, for sure! We also strung beads, colored, and cooked an improvisational homemade meal with the random contents of our fridge and pantry--Rotel pasta. It wasn't bad either!
Tomorrow we visit the doctor again for a few more tests. We hope this message finds everyone well, happy, and healthy.
Anna, who could never have done this without her parents, and who still has her eyeballs, despite the clawing of angry baby nails