Tuesday night

So we were tested a bit last night at bedtime. Charlie was really over-tired since he woke from his nap early. We think his teeth are really bothering him and his belly was still off kilter. He really cried when we put him down. We let him cry for about five minutes (it felt more like twenty) while the three of us huddled on the bed in hopes that he would fall asleep as the orphanage reported. He didn't. It was heartbreaking. We prayed that he would fall asleep. The sound of a crying baby is like torture, isn't it? Jimmy and I decided to do what we knew was right in our hearts and pick him up. We gave him a small dose of Motrin for his teeth and Jimmy held him for a while. He ended up filling his diaper, which was obviously a major part of his discomfort. He finally calmed down and Jimmy put him back in the crib. He cried again, and we prayed again. We knew we had done everything possible to make him comfortable and that he just needed to fall asleep. After about ten minutes, he cried himself to sleep. Five minutes into the whole ordeal, Madi simply couldn't deal with hearing her little brother crying and fell sound asleep. From the time she was a baby, I swear that's her defense mechanism--just "shut it off".

Charlie woke at 5:00 this morning and our day started. We gave him a bottle and we all played together. We went to breakfast and I just managed to cut those tiny little daggers on his tiny little hands when we got back to the room. He's been great all morning, and we're hoping that today brings a little for normalcy for him. He's such a sweetie and seems to be bonding very well, bless his heart.