I would love to write and say that things have been wonderful and cheery since my last entry, but far from it. Bringing Marat actually HOME has been the easy part.
Three weeks later, on April 23, 2010, my dad passed away. He had heart problems that had become exacerbated in February, but nobody expected his death so soon.
On April 24, 2010, Scott, I and Brody once again boarded a plane (Delta again, who would have thought?) to Atlanta and made the two hour drive to Alabama to be with my mom. Over the course of that week, Brody met even more people, ate in more restaurants than most 2 year olds have in their life and once again, slept in a different crib. On top of all of these changes, Brody had a somewhat incapacitated mother as I have never experienced sadness at such an intense level. But somehow, we got thru the week and Brody, despite all the ups and downs, weathered the storm.
Yesterday, May 7, Brody had his first surgery. He had a clogged tear duct that desperately needed to be opened so we made the tough (but necessary )decision to have him sedated with general anesthesia so that the doctor could open up his ducts. Again, he got thru this with flying colors and is currently sitting on the couch with his cookies, watching Baby Einstein videos.
Does Brody Marat wonder what adventure he will wake up to tomorrow? Does he wonder what the hell is going to happen next? I doubt it, he just goes with the flow...and that amazes me, i wish I could do the same...he is certainly a tough and inspirational kid...and btw, all of those books on raising adopted toddlers? Or just raising toddlers? OUT THE WINDOW...because i havent found a manual yet on how to bring home a 22 month old from another country, have him attend his first funeral and then have eye surgery all in 5 weeks. I think Brody Marat is figuring it all out just fine.