OK, now I've got that out of my system, I'll fill you in on the last 24 hours of our life, while Emily tries to play with Dang Yong: I'll get to that later.
Emily and I were scheduled to meet Yong at around 2:30 pm our time yesterday in our hotel lobby. Three pm came by and we got a call stating that the orphanage director's car had broken down, but they'd be here a little later: maybe around 4:30 or so... Five came and went and we got another call saying that they were running a little more behind, so it would be closer to 7 or 7:30. Emily, Sarah (our guide/translator) and I decided to have some coffe up on the second floor of the hotel, at a little Italian type cafe. We talked and joked and laughed and laughed some more: it was great! Then around 6:30 or so, we got yet another call from the director saying that their car had once again evidently broken down and they had to wait for a bus on the side of the freeway and they'd probably get in around 9pm. Well, that was way too long to sit around in the hotel, so Sarah took us out and we wandered around downtown Zheng Zhou (pronounced Jong Jo) and had some dinner.
Then before we knew it, we were back in the hotel, and it was 9 pm. Two women looking very tired were walking in , holding the hand of one very scared, let me say it again, very scared little boy. He was looking at everything at once and trembling. I feel I need to put this in perspective for you all right now. Dang Yong (pronounced Danyon, emphasis on the 'Dan') spent the last two and a half years in an orphanage, where he rarely, if ever, saw the outside of his very small play area, in a very impovershed part of his province. Before the orphanage, he has no memory, as he was only 18 months. Back to the present: this little boy, who knows nothing of the world, has spent the last 10 hours in a car (something he's never, ever been in) and breaking down twice, then waiting on the freeway (a very busy freeway is also very new to him: all those cars speeding by), and now he's in a giant, beautiful shiny, marbled covered hotel lobby, with lots of lights and a thirty foot high vaulted catherdral ceiling, being introduced to two very big and very different looking people, whom he's been told to call Mama and Baba (mommy and daddy).
It was way too much for him, so we all went up to our room and spent some time playing.
Again, I need to point some things out before I go on. Yong is the most handsome looking boy I'd ever seen. He is as beautiful in person as his pictures showed. He is also very, very smart. The things he's figured out in the last day or so, on his own continue to astound emily and I. He also has no problem talking. Em and I see absolutely no speech delay issues whatsoever. He is a bit shy, but we've noticed it's most prevalent when people are trying too hard to get him to be social or communicative. When it's up to him, he's very gregarious. He spent 1/2 hour in an office this afternoon playing 'high five' with another adoptive parent, just because he felt like it. The parent looked over and smiled at Yong, so Yong just walked over to him: then the high-fives were flying.
FYI, I have about 15 or so stickers on my face as I type this: Dang Yong loves stickers
Yong likes to play with me and we're bonding pretty well right now. He'll take my hand and walk with me and he has plenty of smiles when we play. Emily on the other hand is his new Mama. For the last two and a half years, that title has gone to the orphanage director, and he's very close to her. That being said, though there is a bit of resentment at Emily over being the new Mama, he's playing magnets right now with her and slowly, very slowly, he's growing close to her.
For all of you so inclined, we would greatly appreciate your continued thoughts and prayers. There are some trying times with our new family and we could use all the support we can get. I'm sorry this email isn't longer wittier or more coherent, but I'm functioning on about two hours of sleep, and I'm still not over the jet-lag yet.
Tomorrow we head to the park for some fun and new clothes and shoes for Dang Yong. We'll post again very soon!
Jason (and Emily by proxy)