The Waiting is the Hardest Part

Ooooooooooooooh, the waiting, and waiting, and waiting . . .

It's really starting to hit me now. Jack turned 8 months old 10 days ago, and my mother's heart is really beginning to ache for him. I've tried to put that feeling off as long as I could, because I remember how hard it is to think about your child being on the other side of the world in someone else's care. I am SO thankful for his foster mother and the love she is giving him, but at the same time, he's my son and I want him to be here so I can feed him, rock him, play with him. It's so hard to think of all the moments I'm missing out on.

I feel nesting coming on again . . . I'm ready to get his room ready, even though that's going to make it worse. :( I just want this process to be over! We are sending him a "talking picture frame" with a picture of our family and our voices saying hello to him. We did the same thing with Lily. We hope it will help him recognize our voices when he comes home. Until then, we'll be here waiting, and waiting, and waiting . . .