The Boccini Family

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November 4, 2008

Waiting for Pre-Court, Day 1

As I write this post, I am thinking about what it must be like to be in America today with voters going to the polls. I’m sure all attention is on our upcoming president, and everyone is waiting anxiously to hear the election results.

Although there have been election discussions here with natives and foreigners alike, and I’m checking the news online, I still feel a bit removed from it all. Yes, I voted before I left, and yes, I am very much interested in the outcome. However, admittedly, most of my thoughts continue to revolve around my baby girl.

This morning when I visited the baby house, I noticed that the nurses seemed to be scurrying around more than usual. Apparently, some inspectors were in, so they wanted to make sure that everything was perfect. I was asked to put a kerchief on my head, which I figured was expected of those who were feeding children. Of course, no one bothered to peek in on me, so the only result of wearing the kerchief was that I felt like my head was on fire. You see, the baby house temperature is usually about 85 degrees, and I’m not exaggerating. The only good thing about ending my visits at the baby house is that I can breathe cool air again when I walk the few steps to the car. Yes, it’s that hot!

My big event of the day – aside from seeing Em, of course – was meeting Zaure, the adoption coordinator for the Western region of Kazakhstan. She flew in from Astana, the capital, and we reviewed paperwork and settled some financial matters. Zaure has been mentioned several times during the past few months, so it was really nice to put a name to a face. As I expected, she is quite lovely and very professional.

Zaure will be going to court tomorrow to present my papers and request my pre-court and court dates. If all goes well, I should go to pre-court this week and court early next week. In the meantime, I will continue to see Emilia each day.

As a result of Zaure’s visit, I went to see Emilia an hour earlier this afternoon. Although she was napping, the baby nurse brought her to me anyway. I expected a very grumpy baby. However, after a few moments of quietly resting in my arms, she transformed into a social butterfly – laughing, playing and making faces. I guess in this regard, she is not like me. I need to wake up to the world slowly.

Speaking of sleep, I’m off to dreamland myself, or I will never get up in the morning!