When I got there, I was told while driving to the guesthouse from the airport that I had an embassy appointment that day, actually a day early because they wanted to close down early the next day for Christmas eve.
After about 30 min of resting at the guesthouse, I got my kids in a drive by. No joke. I expected to go to the orphanage and pick them up but my first meeting with them was jumping in the car on a busy street and here they were screaming mommy all over the place. It was sweet and funny and also overwhelming since I just came in from a long flight.
When we got to the embassy they were acting like wild children splashing the water from the water cooler all over the place and
Amira going to the bathroom every 5 minutes. Each time I came back from taking her to the bathroom,
Biruk had just spilled more water on him and on the floor. By the time I had my embassy appointment upstairs my kids were stinky and soaking wet. Of course I couldn't rebuke them as I just got them.
The first night at the guesthouse was horrible because as I got there after traveling for over 30 hours there was no running water and
Amira kept pooping and peeing in her nighties all night. This was actually going on for a few nights. At that point I was so emotionally exhausted that I just couldn't take much more and needed Kevin so badly to be by my side. It was a blessing to have someone wash their clothes even though there was no running water.
Also they had 14 babies at the guesthouse probably a temporary situation because there are simply too many babies at the moment because of the famine.
The first week I was with a family and the second week I was all by myself. I was really lonely and missed my family so much. Especially when being sleep deprived its not easy. While I was there, the kids slept from 7:30 to 5 something every day with of course the bathroom interruptions.
On the 15th day of being there I got word my kids' visas were ready to go. In the afternoon I went to the Hilton to change my tickets but the computers were down so it took about 2 long hours to sit infront of that person to rebook the tickets. My heart was pacing like crazy and I was praying silently to get out of there that night. God answered and delivered. After my tickets finally got re-booked, I jumped in the taxi, back to the guesthouse, threw all my clothes in the suitcase, got my kids and drove to the airport.
To say the least, the flight home was very, very exhausting because the kids tested me to my very last limits and how could they not after traveling for close to 40 hours.
All in all the trip was really amazing and now looking back the bad memories are already fading away just like giving birth. Just the memories of not having any water or
electricity most of the days, 14 new babies screaming at the guesthouse most of the time and forgetting my favorite oatmeal is the stuff I still remember.
I didn't get sick and I think I intentionally didn't because this was not my first time traveling to a third world country so I knew my dos and
donts. I was living on oatmeal and bread every single day and bottled water of course.
Now that I am back home I find it so sad that I didn't get really hardly any time to inter mingle with the ET people who are simply amazing people and so caring and loving. They took really good care of me at the guesthouse. I loved the country and its people and hope to return really soon with my children.
Now its close to the time that my kids are getting up and I got to go. I have to say it feels good not to be obsessed with the computer anymore and only use it when the family is sleeping or taking naps instead of wanting to check messages and blogs all day. That is one thing I don't miss and am so happy that the kids are now distracting me from that.